Ezra
The second the door clicked shut behind Allen, my entire body was on fire.
I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, breathing deeply, waiting for it to pass. It didn't pass. If anything, it only got worse. Heat crawled up from somewhere low in my stomach and spread out through my chest, my arms, the back of my neck.
Was this what madness felt like? No, no, this felt much worse. If I was this way, I couldn't imagine what Allen must be feeling right now.
I lay back against the sheets and immediately regretted it.
I turned onto my stomach, letting my hips press down into the mattress, and before I even realized what I was doing, I was grinding against the sheets. Like an animal in heat.
It didn't help. If anything, it made things worse. The friction only set my entire body on fire even more. Something in my belly was burning with the need to be touched and fucked so brutally, my legs wouldn't be able to move for days.
