Bro Code(6)
She wanted me.
I’m trying to convince myself that it isn’t just my dick talking.
But the thought gets me so damn hard that before I can picture anything else, my cock strains up toward my stomach and demands attention. I glance back at the shower, wondering if I should burn through the rest of the hot water and rub one out or turn it to the right and let the cold wrangle my hard-on back into submission.
“I must have been seeing things,” I say out loud, combing my hands through my wet hair. I've got to find a way to make those words true, because the alternative is off-limits.
I've known Ava for years, and she's never looked at me like that. With Nick and I hanging out together all the time, I must have seemed more like another brother than anything else. She'd never shown a hint of any interest when we were younger.
Closing my eyes, I try to knock that thought away. The problem is, my cock is happy to do the rest of the thinking for me, and if I don't get a handle on it, I'll be spending the rest of the night blue-balled and frustrated with the object of my fantasies mere feet away from me. Better to blow off steam now instead of trying to sneak a quick jerk off session later. I twist the lock on the door, something I should have done in the first place, and I place one hand against the tiled counter, while my right hand slips down to my shaft.
I could get it over with fast, vent the tension coiling through me with a dozen old and reliable images, but the only thing that comes to mind and sticks is Ava. Her wide, blue eyes filled with surprise, the tiny shudder that passed through her when she saw me.
I imagined how she'd touch me, unsure at first, using slow, tentative strokes as she learned my cock, then moving faster as she found some confidence in handling its size. The closer I got, the more she would tease, drawing out her touch until I couldn't take anymore, threatening to blow then and there. I roll my thumb over the sensitive tip, imagining the look on Ava's face as she dropped to her knees and—
“Goddamn it,” I curse under my breath, but my hand doesn't stop.
She's off-limits. She absolutely has to be off-limits. I lean heavily against the counter to keep myself steady while pumping in firm strokes, trying to get my libido focused on any woman but her. But nothing is satisfying enough compared to the thought of her mouth on me—except for imagining pinning her down to my bed, her body wrapped around mine like a vise. I would give her everything she asked for, until I was sure I was the best she ever had. Hard or slow didn't matter, as long as I could see Ava's face the moment her orgasm hit and bliss overwhelmed her, milking me for all I was worth.
My breath quickens, muscles rippling in my forearm as I squeeze the base of my cock, ratcheting up the tension until pleasure blazes hot through my entire body, come spilling in thick spurts over my hand.
Holy shit.
I wash away the evidence in the sink, but the feeling doesn't fade until I finally deflate. Another passing thought of Ava almost makes me twitch, but for the moment I've got everything on lockdown.
“Behave,” I mutter under my breath while turning off the water, “or Nick and I are going to end up in a fist fight in the middle of the goddamn snow.”
After towel-drying my hair, I wrap the towel around my waist and go into Nick's old room, unzipping my overnight bag where it sits on the bed. I yank out a pair of sweatpants and a college football shirt to sleep in, running a thumb fondly over the fading logo. A cabinet in the corner of his rooms displays the trophies we won proudly. Mine are in a box somewhere in my mom's garage. At least I think they are. Unless she sold them at her last garage sale. I have a thousand memories of Nick's parents cheering us on, with Ava watching with her friends in the stadium.
Most of the time my mom couldn't make it. The school only gave me a handful of free tickets a year, and they usually weren't enough for her and my siblings. Getting a babysitter on her strict budget was out of the question. I handled it alright, though. I always knew that someone was rooting for me, even if she wasn't there. Nick's family has always had my back.
Which is why I have to quit thinking with my dick. I'm here for the Saunders family retirement party, not to get laid. If I can't keep a hold of myself for a long weekend, what kind of man am I, anyway?
A knock on the door stops that train of thought cold. “Yeah, come in.”
When the latch clicks open, the last person I expect to see standing there is Ava. The faint blush on her cheeks I glimpsed in the bathroom is gone, but that doesn't mean I can stop thinking about what that warm color looked like. Her smile is a quick flash of teeth, cute as I remember from so long ago. If anything, it suits her more now, with a little crinkle at the side of her mouth like she's trying not to grin.
“Hey, Barrett. I just wanted to apologize for earlier.” She sighs, her eyes not quite meeting mine. “I barged in on you without even knocking.”
“It's no big deal. I'm in your house, not the other way around.” I want to tell her exactly how much I didn't mind, how much her unexpected voyeurism inspired every moment of my jerk off session a few moments ago, but I know better. The logical part of my brain knows better, anyway. “You okay, though? You were kind of like a deer caught in the headlights.”
What the fuck is that cheeky, challenging tone to my voice?
The heat returns to her face, a blush that she doesn't even bother to hide. “Yeah, well, you ended up being a lot…well…more than I was expecting.” She clears her throat.