Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 183

Ethan pov

Did you know that flower watching can take hours of your life that you will never get back. Or that learning about the growing greenery will take up space in your brain that you can't wipe clean anymore.

For example, today I found out that there are flowers that smell like shit. Literal shit. Everett and mom claim the smell is rare and very sought after, but if you're asking for my opinion, I'll say I rather have no flowers than rare ones that reek of shit.

If I need a stench in my personal space, I can start taking a dump in the corner of my room rather than buy overpriced, over hyped plants.

Once I'm fully freed of the torture my mother calls “bonding with her boys” I escape to my room, making sure I lock myself in and keep all of those annoying fucks out.

First, I decide to take a shower. Maybe some ice-cold water will help me with arranging my thoughts as they should be.

Stepping into the bathroom, I shred my clothes and step into the shower immediately. As soon as the water hits my skin, I shiver under it and let out a low hiss, hating this idea from the get-go.

However, soon after, I get used to the temperature and find myself enjoying it a little more than I initially thought I would.

“Gather your thoughts, Ethan, help yourself out a little over here,” I mutter and close my eyes, focusing on the mess that's stuck in my mind.

I'm not too surprised that during the process of soaping up my body, my hand lingers where it shouldn't one time too many.

Fuck, I can't remember the last time I jerked off, always being hyper aware of Ash being near, never really allowing myself the pleasure.

“Maybe a quick post-nut clarity will help me,” I mutter to myself, tossing the idea out simply because I need a reason to stroke myself.

Does that make me look like a horny teenager? Yes, most likely. Do I care? Absolutely not. Fuck it, even if I burst in under a minute, for as long as my balls don't remain blue and are empty, I don't give a shit.

Oh, maybe I should build up some stamina? All the secret plans I have for Ash involve not so nice things I'd love to do to her. If she agreed, of course. Consent is key. But anyway, back to those ideas.. the last thing I want is to come early and embarrass myself.

On that note, I haven't done anything about the pressing situation for so long that I doubt I'd last more than fifteen seconds with someone as perfect as her.

Just the thought of running my fingertips over her perfectly smooth skin gets me rock solid hard in seconds.

I look down and wince. My dick looks like it's in pain. The head is aggressively red, looking up at me like it's screaming that I'm an idiot who lurks and it's about time I wrap my fingers around it to relieve myself.

My hand trembles a little, as if I haven’t done this before and keep acting like a complete fool. A small smile tugs at my lips as I wrap my fingers around myself and a wave of pleasurable shivers runs down my spine.

Slowly, I start stroking myself from the base to the tip, taking my sweet time enjoying the friction and slowly building up scenarios in my mind.

I’m not complaining, having myself in a tight grip isn’t the best experience, but if I had a chance, I’d rather prefer it to be Ash’s hand around me. Or, even better, her wet mouth, that daring tongue and lush lips wrap around me.

Fuck, I’d be the luckiest man alive if she ever gave herself to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be the friend she seeks, the one she really needs, but if that woman ever, I mean ever in this lifetime, allowed me to have her for at least one night, I would die a happy man.

That thought triggers my imagination and suddenly, the moment I close my eyes, all I can see is her, legs spread, inviting me to have a taste. Fuck. I tighten my grip around my cock and reach the other hand down to squeeze my balls. Just the mental image of the offer almost has me shooting all over the shower tiles, I can’t break just yet.

It’s too soon. The pleasure paired with those images is so insane, my toes even curl. Now, as I keep stroking myself, torturously slow, I fear the outcome this little stunt I’m pulling might lead me to.

What if I can’t see Ash the same anymore? What if, once I get her back to safety, there’s no way to see her in a light different than that my fantasy has built up? What if every time I see her, I get flashbacks of the fantasies and instantly go hard?

This obsession is mindblowing. I’ve never been too keen to meet girls, to get into relationships and enjoy life as our parents always told us we should. No one has caught my attention like she has. No one has ever held it for half as long as she has.

It’s stupid, in a sense, but as I stand in my shower, slowly jerking myself off, I realize Ash is far too special to be let go of. I want her - all of her. Body, mind, heart, her soul. I know there’s someone out there, not that fucker Kaiden, who’s meant for her. I know that. But why does the damn thought alone is sending me into the void of insanity?

I’d rather die than let anyone touch her before I do.

In the background, I can hear pounding on my door, but I ignore it and instead stroke myself faster, making my grip too tight, the pleasure mixes with pain and it takes all but three full strokes for me to explode. My head is dizzy and I have to slap a hand against the tiles to support myself.

“I’m coming, calm down fuckface!” I scream at whoever is still pounding at my door. Oh, if only the person would know how true the words about coming are - my cock is still twitching in my hand, spitting out the leftover like there’s an invisible force that’s milking me dry.