Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
And he lowered his head to kiss me.
I hadn’t let him before. There was something too intimate about kissing that made it uncomfortable and unenjoyable, most of the time. But in that split second, as I licked my already wet lip in anticipation of his touch, I wanted to kiss him.
He froze and lifted his head. “Sorry. You didn’t want me to do that.”
I’d never said so. He’d taken the hint from the last time.
Why did he have to be so fucking perceptive?
A heaviness settled over us that I didn’t like and which I could not let grow. We needed something to push us out of this serious moment and back into serious fun.
I eyed the removable showerhead against the wall, then slid my gaze slyly back to his and caught the corner of my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Do you want to play a game?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
(Matthew)
I stepped back to give her space. I’d pushed a boundary I shouldn’t have. I knew from experience that she didn’t want to kiss me. Alcohol had made me assume the situation had changed. But while I was drunk and sentimental, she was sober and the same person she’d been the other times we’d hooked up.
“What kind of a game?” I asked as she backed toward the low wooden bench that protruded from the wall.
She pulled down the detachable shower head and pushed the lever to turn it on. The water from the overhead faucet didn’t stop. The pressure wasn’t even affected.
Whoever designed the plumbing was getting some kind of retroactive raise for that.
“You know what I’ve always wanted to see?” she asked, sitting down with her knees closed and slanted demurely to the side, ankles crossed.
“What’s that?” I knew what I wanted to see, but she kept her damn legs shut.
“I’ve never had the chance to watch a guy jerk off.”
An interesting request from someone who’d presumably come over for intercourse, but I bit. “Is that so?”
She lifted the shower head and directed the spray over her hair, the water dousing it a dim copper brown. The overhead lights illuminated the water running down her body into glittering vines that twisted their way down her breasts, her stomach, weaving in, out, and over every curve I desperately wanted to touch with my hands.
“Mmmhm,” she affirmed, eyes still closed. “I mean, it’s out there on the internet. But I’ve never actually been with a guy while he was doing it.”
While I wasn’t sure I wanted to waste a chance to fuck her, my dick argued, what waste? I was still going to get off. “And you want me to... what, perform for you?”
“Something like that, I guess.” She redirected the water to her shoulder. “But that seems one-sided. What if you watched me, too?”
Now it was getting interesting. I wasn’t sure I could have jerked off on command, anyway. But watching her with the—
Oh. My drunken brain caught up quick, and I instantly knew what that showerhead was going to do. “I think you’ll come faster than I will.”
“Probably.” She stroked a hand down the gleaming chrome. “But I’m not going to stop at one.”
“Promise?” I teased. Charlotte was fucking insatiable. I couldn’t wait to get her somewhere I could tie her down and see how much she could take—
That’s not going to happen, I reminded myself, throwing a bucket of cold water over my confused libido. This was for one weekend. And this wasn’t Ascend Red, where no one on the property would think anything of a woman howling in ecstasy for hours. I would have to keep that particular fantasy confined to my head.
“So, you want to me to stand here and—”
“Jerk off, yes. What was unclear about that?” She blinked at me, moving the stream of water across her chest, to the other shoulder, and back again. “Is the problem lack of inspiration or...”
I glanced down at my cock, impressively hard despite all the booze coursing through my system. Where there’s a will...
“It’s not that, I assure you.” I wrapped my fingers around my erection. “I thought I’d fuck you tonight and, frankly, I’m not sure I’m up to a double feature.”
“You’ll have to fuck me in the morning, then.” She slowly pivoted her legs so her knees faced toward me, but she kept them maddeningly tight together. “I won’t make you do it alone. I promise, I’ll let you watch me.”
To illustrate the point, she drew the stream of water down, between her breasts.
My pulse throbbed against my hand.
“I have some rules, then,” I warned her. She lifted an eyebrow to indicate she was listening before I went on. “Once we start, neither of us stop until we’re both done.”
“Oh no,” she said in a breathy, put-on voice. “Whatever will I do with all those orgasms?”
“I’ve been drinking... it might take a while.” It wouldn’t. Holy fuck, it wouldn’t. The thought of being the focus of her attention, letting her see such a private act, while she got herself off to it? That was enough to make me want to come so badly my willpower almost hurt.