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find some bitch to use. Closing my fist around the base, I squeeze and groan at the instant pleasure. My hand finds the wall and I hang my head as I start pumping furiously. I watch as the pre-cum drops onto the floor of the shower.
    I squeeze my eyes shut as my hand glides up and down my dick, racing to find release. Behind closed eyes, all I can see is Carlotta and that makes me pump harder, faster. Envisioning her breasts bouncing as she hops from one foot to another in the ring; though I’ve never seen her fight, the image is pleasant. The image is quickly replaced, her head thrown back and a look of pure ecstasy is on her face…My god, the image looks so real that my cum shoots all over the wall before I even have a chance to bask in the pleasurable feeling. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. I punch the wall. I shouldn’t have fucking done that. I don’t even want to know her, especially after the way she was talking at the pub.
    Cleaning myself off quickly, I leave the stall and wrap the towel around my waste. My mind is still frazzled with what just happened in the shower, but I can’t turn back time and I’m not sure I even would if it was offered to me. I’ll never see those images in front of me, all I have is my imagination. And how the fuck would she know anyway with what I just did? She won’t. No harm, no foul.
    The distant ringing of my mobile pulls me from the trance I’m having with my reflection in the mirror and I race from the room to catch it before it rings off.
    I reach it just in time and snatch it from the kitchen side. “Yeah?” Fuck. Didn’t check caller ID.
    “It’s Jase, mate.” Thank fuck. “Can you spare a few minutes?”
    “Yeah, yeah. What’s up?” I sit at one of the metal chairs at the kitchen table and scrub a hand down my face. I have an inkling as to what this could be about. “If it’s about that Carlotta chick, I don’t want to hear it.”
    “Hear me out, Beast, for fuck sake.” I can hear the irritation seeping through his words and I clamp my mouth shut. “I take that silence as to you listening.”
    “Just get on with it, Jase. I don’t have all night,” I grumble down the phone.
    “You had no right going off at her like that. You don’t know shit about her. She doesn’t like feeling threatened and that’s why she was spouting shit about you with you sat there. Can you really blame her? You’re a complete arsehole.” Whoa, say it how it is and all that.
    “I don’t give a fuck. I don’t appreciate the shit she was saying. I don’t care where she came from or who she is. She doesn’t know me.” This shit is just a big pain in my arse that I can’t be bothered with right now. “Is that all?”
    “No wonder you’ve never had a girl last more than a few months. Seriously? You treat girls like shit and it’s getting old.” The dial tone hits my ear. I’m stunned into silence as I stare at my phone like it’s grown a head. He’s never done that before. Ever. The other way round? Yes, I always hang up on him because I know it pisses him off.
    After checking messages and emails, I leave the phone on the table and head to the master bedroom. Once I’ve stepped into the room, my eyes drift to the bathroom and the memory of my orgasm has me balling my fists. I look down at my dick, saying, “I’ve met the woman once, you have never met her…so what gave you the fucking right?” I’m fully aware I’m talking to my dick like a human, but it has a mind of its own and I don’t like it. It makes me feel like I’m not in control of my emotions and I’ve been trained hard my whole life to separate shit. This time…this time, my dick did all the thinking and I was powerless to it. Sure, if people knew I argue with my cock, they won’t think of me as the badass I am.
    Flinging the towel into the open doorway of the bathroom, I pull back the black, silk sheet of the bed and practically collapse in it with a loud ‘umph’. The cool sheets feel fucking amazing