“I’m gonna shower,” I tell him. I’ve got Kitty on the brain and I need a release before bed.

Nathan nods and digs out his cigarettes from his bag. “I’m going for a smoke.”

He leaves the room and I sit on the bed, taking out my phone and iPad. Wes and Z ride Nathan for his smoking habit and excessive partying, but it’s his life. As long as it doesn’t affect his performance or the team, it doesn’t bother me.

I turn Saved by the Bell back on. There are only a couple minutes left in the episode we’d been watching and dammit she’s got me wanting to know how the gang is going to tell Slater he’s a terrible deejay and… fuck my life.

I smile as I watch the cheesy ending and then undress ready to hit the shower before I call Kitty. I pick up my phone and decide to send her a pic while she waits. I don’t send girls dick pics, just my friends when we’re messing around. I admit that’s probably messed up, but whatever. I crop the picture so she can tell I’m naked, but she can’t see the goods and press send.

Before I can take the two steps to the bathroom, I get a text back. I’m grinning before I even pick the phone up anticipating her response. I expect a cheeky reply. Instead, she sends me a pic back and heat courses through my body and shoots to my dick.

She wears black leggings and a white tank top that doesn’t quite cover her stomach and dips down low enough up top that her tits perk up and beg to be noticed. My hand travels to my cock and fists it. I’m so painfully hard.

It’s a pleasant turn to my night. I’d thought I was going to have to use my imagination and the memories of her hot mouth, but now I’ve got new material.

I stroke myself slow, letting my gaze fall on her heart-shaped face and playful smirk. She’s taunting me with those full lips and mesmerizing eyes. Tightening my hold and quickening the pace, I rake over her body imagining what’s beyond the clothes but somehow loving that she’s not naked. I want to undress her myself, piece by piece, exploring new territory and laying claim.

My balls draw up and I’m so close.

“Woah. Fuck. Sorry man.” Nathan’s voice registers slowly only seconds before my release can take hold and I’m equal parts annoyed and pissed.

“I thought you were going for a cigarette,” I grit out, walking into the bathroom and covering myself with a towel.

“Sorry, man, just forgot a lighter.” He’s quiet for a minute and all I can hear is the soft sound of voices coming from my iPad. “Dude, were you jerking it to Saved by the Bell?”

I step out of the bathroom and grab my phone then turn off my iPad. “No. I just left it on.”