Jesse
When the alarm clock sounded at six in the morning I was already awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if there was anything I should be concerned about. The fact that Niki spent her first evening in Italy without me began to fester in my mind. Sure, I’d had a long day of training and was exhausted, but she didn’t wake me when she got home like I had asked. I wanted to talk to her, hold her and kiss her. No matter how tired I was, I would have made time for her. I would have found the time, even if just for a few minutes, to feel her soft skin against mine, caress her hair and pull her close to me in bed. A sharp pain of self-pity stabbed my ego and caused my self-confidence to falter.
There was Niki, fast asleep next to me. I didn’t want the alarm to disturb her, so I clicked it off before it could play its chime. Or maybe I didn’t want to face her and hear about how she had a freaking grand time with old Mr. Photographer Dude. A fashion photographer. Lame. I looked at her again.
Damn, she didn’t even wake me up.
A pang of disappointment stung my heart as I began to try and rationalize. Maybe she wanted me to get a good night’s sleep, she’s always thinking of me like that. That’s probably all it was; she knew I’d be completely dead after a long day and was probably worried that we would stay up for hours, talking like we always do, and then I’d be tired at the track. And in reality, we probably would have stayed up talking but it wouldn’t be the first time I’d toughed it out on a few hours’ sleep. I’d done it before and I would do it for Niki in a heartbeat.
I slipped out from under the covers, intent on heading to the bathroom to shower. I stood next to the bed for a moment, gazing down at her beauty. Her naked body was partially covered with the white bed sheet, draped over her torso in an artistic fashion, leaving one of her full, creamy breasts exposed. Her long dark hair was splayed out on the pillow, fanning out in delicate curls from her head. She was still wearing her make up from the night before. That’s odd. Usually she took it off before bed. I looked around the room and saw her clothes lay over a chair, her purse on the desk and her shoes kicked to the side of the chair that held her clothes. Nothing seemed out of order. She must have been really tired.
I looked at her sleeping. She was my angel. I still couldn’t believe she wanted to be with a troublemaker like me. I was just a big fuck up and to think she came thousands of miles to be with me. I loved this girl. Look at me, standing here, naked beside the bed, blubbering like a big pussy.
I watched her softly breathing, her long dark lashes pressed to her cheeks and I was filled with an urge to slide my hands up over the rise of her hip and crawl into the bed with her. Blood rushed to my loins and my cock started to stir. For a brief moment, I fantasized pressing up against her backside and taking her from behind as she lay there on her side. It would be so sweet to just slide my cock into her wetness...oh baby, that would be so fine. Then the blast of a car horn from the street below killed the rise of my stiffie.
Argh! Damn Italian traffic.
I contemplated being late, but the training camp was calling my name and I knew I had better get a move on. After yesterday’s trouble between me and Ice, the last thing I could do was be late. It would take at least an hour and a half if I didn’t get going right now.
I marched off to the shower, holding my balls in one hand, frustrated in more ways than one. Maybe it was the hot steam of the water, or maybe it was the smell of the soap; whatever it was, by the time I toweled off I had found my confidence again. All my thoughts about why Niki didn’t wake me to tell me about her night were washed away. Niki belonged to me. No way would she be going on anything but a business outing, two nights into the trip. It was just business.