Chapter 154

Sulllivan

Driving home is uncomfortable in many ways. The biggest one is between my thighs. Going to the bathroom at Shelby’s office did absolutely nothing for the hard-on I’m still sporting. Feeling the material of my sweatpants against the sensitive head of my dick isn’t making the situation any better.

Parking, getting out, and taking the stairs two at a time doesn’t do anything either. Even slamming my front door fails to give me satisfaction. Neither does throwing off my clothes as I walk through my apartment toward the bathroom, letting them land where they may.

Cranking the hot water, I let it run for a few minutes as I try to talk myself out of what I’m about to do.

It would be wrong.

But it would feel so good.

It wouldn’t be any different than what you’ve been doing since you moved here.

My thoughts are getting on my damn nerves.