Shower Thoughts Guy Novels & Stories

But if he thinks he can change the subject after working my body up in such a way, he is sadly mistaken, for I am not done with him yet. "You know that is such a mood killer, you trying to talk business while I am trying to take advantage of you." "Oh, is that what you called that splashing around?" "It is not my fault you ran so much water in the bath." "Well, I did not ever think I will be using the thing." "Hahaha. Your ass is so lazy." "Hey, it is much easier to shower. And if you think about it, we could have had sex in the shower by now."

I should have been frightened but I was horny. What can I say? The guy is gorgeous. Inhumanly good-looking. And this shower has a detachable shower head with different spray settings... I looked over my shoulder, seeing as I had just been checked on, I had a moment. Hopefully the sound of the other water coming out from above and the sides would drown out the forceful stream of water. I had hoped to hook up with someone before I left, little did I know it was me, myself and I. I knew just where to spray and touch myself so it would be quick. The thought of that beautiful man wanting me was enough to give my imagination all it needed.

Marcus’s POV The shower didn’t help, but it felt like I was fighting for my life. Trying hard to breathe. I thought the water was going to scrub off the thought that wouldn’t leave my head. Diane was in the other room, sleeping softly on the bed, and here I was struck with an incessant thought — a want that should never be. “Fuck,” the word slipped out of me as my hand slowly wrapped around my length. The thought had come faster than I thought it would. The minute I had set foot into the bathroom, I couldn’t bring myself to think about any other thing but her.

He laughed loudly "What kind of guy did you take me for then? A type of guy that will rather not use the shower than repair it? Or the type of guy that will always have to borrow yours?" "Nah... I took as you the type of guy who will rather hire someone to fix it for him. No offense but I didn't think you'll like to have your hands dirty" "Nope" he replied, purposely popping the p out loudly "I don't just like people entering my private space or people doing things that will expose my personal life" I think he's missing the point where he just agreed to let me prepare food for him. Deciding not to point that out for him, I said something else instead "So you think fixing your shower head and

He raises a brow, and with that I lose my train of thought. The only thing in my head is him naked in a shower with bubbles.

But my thoughts betrayed me—images of him filled my mind: his packs, his smooth skin, the outline of his dick in his briefs. "Fuck… oh my fucking god," I groaned, spilling into my palm. As I leaned back against the stall door, shame washed over me. I needed sex. And fast. There was no way I'd just jerked off while thinking about *him.* I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. His was still running. I couldn't help but hope he'd slip, maybe crack his head or choke on bathwater. As I went past his locker, his phone buzzed loudly. A smirk tugged at my lips. I could take his phone and mess with him-make him sweat for a bit. I grabbed it and quickly dressed.

"You know that is such a mood killer, you trying to talk seriously while I am trying to take advantage of you." "Oh, is that what you called that splashing around?" "It is not my fault you ran so much water in the bath." "Well, I did not ever think I will be using the thing." I burst out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, “Your ass is so lazy, Hunter." "Hey, it is much easier to shower. And if you think about it, we could have had sex in the shower by now." "What is wrong with the bath?" "Really, Raven? Is that your idea of being romantic?"

I nodded my head and followed him to the bathroom. "You don't mind using the shower, right?" He asked, I shook my head. "It's just that I think you will try and drown yourself in the bathtub which will be extremely stupid." He said with a grin. I looked at him without offering much of any response, where would I even begin to respond to what I could only term as his insane talk. How do you even respond to 'i think you'll try and drown yourself' without sounding insane yourself? He didn't seem to mind that as he sat on the toilet and patiently watched me as I took a shower, brushed my teeth and changed into the set of clothes he had given me.

Would he let me shower with him? Would his hands lather soap all across my body using it as an excuse to fondle my body in his large hands? Would he push me up against the wall and make love to me? Would he be gentle and sweet? I try to shake the thought away as I get into the shower. The last thing I needed was to sexually frustrate myself, especially when all I had was myself and the thought of him. But even I can't help the way my mind wanders as one innocent thought escalates, turning into a series of scenarios that flare my sinful thoughts.

Just the mere thought of her being with some other male made his blood boil with sudden, violent anger. Pondering his dark thoughts, he stepped fully back into the gym, locked the door, and finished wiping the sweat from his body with his towel. When he finally opened the door to head into his massive bathroom for a shower, he noticed she had already finished her chores and quietly slipped out of his room. He stepped into the glass shower stall, shut the door, and turned the cold water on full blast.