Eat the Rude

The hot water felt like heaven cascading over Will's skin. He had gotten back to his hotel some time around 9. He leaned against the wall of the shower letting the water run over him. He racked his brain for answers but he wasn't coming up with anything. Had his escapade with Juliette stirred the same thing that reared it's ugly head during his time with Hannibal. He wanted to believe that wasn't true. Juliette made him feel things he never thought he could feel again. Will shook himself back to the present. He grabbed the body wash from the side of the shower, squirted some of the blue gel into his hands and lathered it on his skin. The image of Juliette naked on her couch glistening with sweat and shaking with pleasure flashed in his brain. He felt his cock starting to twitch. Another image of her riding him in her bed, holding his hands above his head flashed through his mind. He could feel the blood surging to his erection. He slid his still soapy hand down to his member and stroked it's length in long languid motions. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall recalling the sounds she made, the way she smelled, tasted, felt. How her skin seemed to melt under his touch. How she arched her back like a cat when Will would barely touch his tongue to her sex. His strokes were faster now. His breathing labored and soft grunts and moans escaping his lips. He imagined her on her knees. Her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking. He felt the orgasm building. He stroked harder and faster. Her moans and screams echoed in his mind like they were right in his ear. He felt every muscle in his body tense, he went blind, he went deaf. He felt the warm stickiness shoot through his fingers. He growled deep within his throat as the pleasure rolled through him. Crashing like waves upon jagged rocks. His legs were weak. He was very still for a moment. When his head cleared he rinsed off and grabbed a towel, strolling through his hotel room, straight to his phone.

     "I need to see you tonight."