All of Me (Sebastian Vettel)

19. The Porsche

So what was it to be? Tanya or his hand?   The truth was he was losing interest in Tanya.    All he could think of while with the blonde was the brunette who was in a room just down the hallway.  

Hand it was.  

He pushed the duvet back and slipped his hand into his joggers, curling his fingers around his hard cock. 

He began to move his hand in a slow, steady rhythm, closing his eyes and imagining Alyssa laid on his bed wearing that neon pink bra and panties set he'd found in her drawer. 

His hand began to move faster as he thought about running his hands over her body, peeling her bra down so her breasts were bared to him. 

The tip of his tongue slipped out between his lips, his breathing quickening as he wondered what her nipples looked like.   Were they pink? Were they brown?   How sensitive were they?

He closed his eyes as her name escaped his lips.

"Alyssa," he moaned quietly. Oh how he'd love to be inside her. He'd show her how good sex could be. His hand continued moving as his arousal intensified.

Why did things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't he just forget about everyone else and just make her his? He slowed his hand, pulling his foreskin back

Opening his eyes, he looked at the precum that was leaking from his tip. Would Alyssa taste it? Or would the thought of it revolt her?

Oh Christ, he thought as he imagined smearing it across Alyssa's lips like lip gloss. His hand began to move faster and he knew he was close.

His fingers still curled around his shaft, he climbed out of bed and headed to his ensuite.

He lifted the toilet seat with his free hand, eased his joggers halfway down his thighs and then continued to slide his hand up and down his hardness.

"Oh Aly," he gasped breathily. He closed his eyes again and thought of her on her knees in front of him, her long dark hair hanging loose as her head bobbed up and down.

He moved his free hand to his heavy balls, gently tugging on his scrotum.

His breathing was ragged now, his hand moving faster and faster.

He opened his eyes and angled his cock so it was pointing down into the toilet.

He bit down on his bottom lip to stifle the groan that escaped him as he began to spurt his seed into the white porcelain toilet bowl.

When he was finally spent he released his grip and placed his hand on the wall behind the toilet as he tried to recover his breath.

After a minute he pulled his joggers up, flushed the chain and went to the basin to wash his hands. After he'd washed them he dried them and headed back into the bedroom.

As he laid his head onto the pillow guilt hit him. Alyssa was basically his sister! How could he have just jerked off thinking about her?

Still, at least he'd kept his desire for her to himself. He hadn't acted on it which was the main thing. No one else ever had to know about what he'd just done. It would remain his dirty little secret.

He closed his eyes, but it eluded him. Thoughts of Alyssa still wouldn't leave him alone. What did he have to do to get her out of his head? He really didn't know. He just knew that now she was living with him he'd need all of self control he could muster up.

***

Alyssa went down for breakfast around 9.30 the following morning and found Seb sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of porridge. He was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a plain white T-shirt. His skin was shiny with sweat and he had a towel draped around his neck. He looked so bloody gorgeous.