Chapter 12 Lustful Thoughts

In the shower...

Asher let his mind feel free. If he cannot do things in reality with Bianca for now, he wants to create a fantasy where he rules over her. He would love her to satisfy his every thirst of lust.

He would love her to touch him anywhere in his body.

He would love the soft touch of her slender fingers in his shoulders, to his chest, his well-toned abdomen, and way down... down below his navel. And down more.

Asher let his right hand move as if it was Bianca touching him.

Softly... sensually... teasingly...

With his eyes closed, Asher let the water cascade down on him from the showerhead, imagining a different side of Bianca. A seductress in her own style. A wild side of her made him burn in hellish desire to devour her, but he was at her mercy.

"Ahhhhh..." he moaned when he imagined her teasing him to the brink of arousal—touching him everywhere and around, avoiding his erect and hard as steel manhood.

Bianca smiled mischievously at his complaints of sweet agony. But in Asher's mind, Bianca was not someone so predictable on what she would do next. His soapy hands lathered his body sensually, delicately, as if she would do when she was bathing herself. But this time, with tempts to induce excitement of his virility.

In his mind, in his crazy thoughts at the moment, Bianca was running her soft soapy hands around his aching cock, poking it in the process as her hands played with his balls instead of rubbing and caressing that sticking out like a sore thumb erection in between his legs.

Intentional!

She knew he was longing for her touch in that particular part of his anatomy, but she is deliberately avoiding it, making Asher moan in protest and request, all combined. All at the same time.

In the image on his mind, Bianca was looking right into his eyes, doing all her skillful wonders on his manhood, while Asher was leaning a hand on the wall, eyes tightly shut. Creating an even more convincing view of her wild antics in front of him.

"Please..." Asher begged. He was lost in his own fantasy. And with enough flirtations, Bianca slid down slowly to level her face with Asher's hard-rock phallus. His proud ten inches, curved, thick, and mushroom head like glans.

He held his aching hardness, and a playful vision of Bianca licking its frenulum before taking his whole cockhead inside her lascivious mouth brought Asher to a euphoric grunt of pleasure. His palm squeezed his manhood as he imagined her lips wrapped around them, and his tongue played with it inside her mouth.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" he groaned. He hissed. With his eyes still closed, he tossed his head backward, and the water ran in his face. He was drowning in ecstasy, breathing heavily through his gaped mouth. He bent his head down, picturing himself looking at an eye-bulging Bianca looking right back at him with his cock still sliding in and out of her sweet and warm mouth. He moved his idle hand from leaning on the wall and massaged his balls while the other slid up and down his very excited, feeling hot and tickled-to-its-limit ramrod.

"Ahhhhh, sssshhhhit! I'm gonna cum..." he moaned and hissed in delight while his hands became even tighter, gripping his cock, just tight enough to make him feel blissful.

His soft and gentle rub became vigorous, urgent, and rapidly chasing its sweet and heavenly end. Before Asher knew it, he was spilling his load of sticky white fluids on the wall in front of him.

"Ughhhhh..." he grunted and groaned as he reached his satisfying end.

He lightly knocked his head on the wall. He felt guilty fantasizing about Bianca in his lusty moment, but he is not sorry at all. Not even a little remorse. Not with the way his mind had playfully made her a tease to seduce him to a mind-blowing orgasm, even in his thoughts alone!

Hell! If only his imaginations would turn into life, he wanted to return the pleasure a hundred, if not a million folds. Make her writhe and shake in countless releases of her sweet juices. Make her beg him to stop because she couldn't breathe in overwhelming pleasure. Make her scream his name in ecstasy as orgasm builds and demand her to succumb and surrender.

"Bianca... Bianca..."

He whispered her name lustfully. Longingly. She is so near and yet so far. But then Asher felt it was better this way. She is around. Even if she isn't feeling anything for him right now, he has the chance to be close to her. Build whatever relationship can grow between them, and when his feelings for her do not change, he will try to court her and open his heart to her. It may not be easy. There may be a thing or two he will have to give up and get used to, but...

"I have got to try," Asher uttered to himself as he took the real shower he was supposed to do before his libido butted in.

"I have got to try being serious in relationships," he was talking aloud like he was trying to convince himself about what he was supposed to do.

"Bianca deserves a man with sincere intentions."

"She is not your typical girl for casual sex or booty calls relationships."

"Let's give this a try. Let's just hope she will let me show her my true intentions. It will be hard with how she knew I was with Nikita." Asher talks like he has someone with him.

He made sure he was properly clothed before he came out of his room. He was wearing black cotton knee-length shorts and a white t-shirt on top.

He was looking decent.

No signs and proof of him doing nasty things with Bianca in his mind in the shower just moments ago. No signs of him relieving his longing and lust with Bianca in the picture of his mind.

"Hey, finally! What took you so long?" Bianca stood from her seat at the table when she saw him walk over to the kitchen. "I was almost to knock on your door to check if you were alright," she dragged him into taking a seat at the table.

"I'm sorry, I made you wait. Let's eat!" Asher's guilt returned in his heart. He hurriedly sat across from Bianca and urged her to have the first bite. He put a slice of food on her plate.

But Bianca did the same to him of what he was doing. She spooned some meat to put on his plate.

"Try this one," Bianca used the serving spoon to let him try the food she prepared. "This is my way of saying thank you for the dress," Bianca could not look Asher in the eyes as she spilled her gratitude. "I promise to be good in acting in front of your dad when we meet," she added with assurance.

"About that, he called to tell me I was supposed to have another blind date," Asher announced as he tried the food Biana placed on his plate.

"And...?" she paused from eating. She wanted to make sure she heard whatever Asher was going to say.

"And I declined. I told my dad I have someone to introduce him to this Sunday, instead," Asher smiled at Bianca proudly. It was like he was bragging to say he was able to decline his dad's order.

"I promise to be good! That's my sincere gratitude for a beautiful dress you got for me," Bianca smiled widely with her right hand above her left chest, gleeful like a child who got her early Christmas present.

"I hope it's okay with you to meet him somewhere else than usual arrangements," Asher's face showed reluctance and hesitations but begging for understanding as well.

"I am good with anywhere as long as it's decent. He is your dad. I am sure he is a good man, just like you are," Bianca replied, resuming to eat. Then she looked up to see him not moving. "Is it that bad? You don't even want to eat them?"

"Oh no, no. Of course not," Asher quickly joined her to eat.

Her words pinched Asher's heart.

He wasn't sure he deserved such compliments with how his lustful and dirty mind is filled with thoughts about her. Thoughts which he can imagine her not being so happy if she ever finds out.