On such short notice, the only thing I could come up with was taking her through the woods. As much as I love how put together she is all the time—in her preppy skirts and stockings—I want to dirty her up a bit too. I’d only meant to get her a little muddy, but she took it a step further, slinging mud at me until we were both good and filthy.
I was hard as a rock seeing her let loose. I had every intention of taking her home tonight, knowing she has class tomorrow, but she said something about not wanting to get their expensive-looking carpet dirty, so I offered her my shower. Which I already regret because knowing she’s about to be naked in my space is messing with my head. I’m jealous of thewater that’s about to be dripping off her skin.Iwant to be dripping off her skin.
I grab myself clean clothes and then show her how the shower works and where the towels are. “I’ll use the other bathroom. Feel free to wear anything of mine, and I’ll toss your clothes in the washer when you’re done.”
“Thank you.”
I give her some privacy and slip into my other shower, where I scrub the mud from my body. It’s caked in my hair and behind my ears. I can only imagine how long it’s going to take her to get clean.
Even though my cock is standing straight up, I manage to shower and not touch myself. I can’t stop picturing her in the other room. Naked and wet. Porcelain skin lathered in my soap. Fuck, I hope she uses my loofa.
I throw on some sweatpants and go into the living room, then pick up a notebook. I flip to the song I’ve been working on for weeks, but still haven’t finished, when I hear the faint sound of my name being called. My ears strain, and when I hear it again, I toss the book on the table and head down the hall.
The door’s open, so I cautiously step inside. The shower is still going, and my heart starts to beat faster. I wait again, wanting to be sure I really heard her calling me and not my subconscious wishing for it.
“Penn?”
I find Olivia standing outside of the shower, wrapped loosely in one of my black towels with her back to me. Her golden hair is wet and pulled to one side of her shoulder.
“You okay?” I rasp. My fingertips buzz, itching to tug on the towel until it drops to the floor.
“Is there mud on my back? I can’t reach it, but I feel something.” She lowers the towel, making sure her ass is covered, leaving only her back exposed.
My eyes slowly pan over her. Her skin is dotted with droplets of water, better than the vision I had in my head.
“Penn?” she repeats, glancing over her shoulder.
I clear my throat, finding the spot she’s talking about. Right on her spine, in the center of her back, is a baseball-sized clump of mud. “Yeah. Here.” I step around her and reach into the shower for my loofa, which I notice has been moved. She used it.Fuck yes.
I hold it under the spray, then bring it to her back, rubbing gently until she’s clean. I hang it back up in its usual place.
She turns to face me. “Thank you.”
We stare at each other for several seconds. The temperature in the room spikes, and it has nothing to do with the steam from her shower. I would love nothing more than to rip that cloth from her body and lick every single speck of water off her skin, but not until I know for sure she’s ready. If she’s not begging, she’s not ready.
“Need anything else?” I ask.
“Um…” Her eyes search my face, lingering a second longer on my lip piercing like she does, and I flick it, knowing she likes it when I do that.
“I’ll let you finish.”
I step back, prepared to leave, but she lets the towel fall to the floor. My mouth goes dry as she stands right in front of me, completely fucking naked and dripping wet. I suck in a breath as I take in her perfect body. Legs long and toned from always wearing heels. Silky smooth skin that my hands want to explore every inch of, from the slight curve of her hips to her perfectly round ass. Her perky chest with soft pink nipples ready and waiting for me to cover them with my mouth.
My dick jolts and her gaze flicks down. A rosy flush spreads across her chest, up her neck, and to her face. My eyes followit and lock on hers. She licks her lips, taking a tentative step in my direction.
I stop fucking breathing as her hand skates up my side, trailing the tattoos there, forcing chills to break out all over me.
She scans my face, and I know what she wants. She wants me to give in and fuck her senseless. Blood rushes south just thinking about it, but it hasn’t been three months yet.
She rubs my lip ring with a finger. “Does it still hurt?”
When she goes to pull away, I nip her finger. “No.” I drag my knuckle down her chest, right between her flawless tits. I keep going until I reach her clit, then I stop. She whimpers, but it turns into a surprised gasp when I grab the nape of her neck and haul her into me so I can kiss her.
She opens, letting me twirl my tongue around hers. As hard as it is to refrain from shoving her against the shower wall and fucking the life out of her, I take my time, slowly massaging her tongue with mine and feeling it all the way to my toes.
My fingers glide through her hair and I tug her back, trailing kisses down her throat and sucking on her skin until I’m sure a mark,mymark, has been left. Then I pull away and step back.
She lets out a breath, sinking forward and almost falling into my chest. Her hands fly to my shoulders to steady herself before drawing me close again. She nips my skin with her teeth like she wants her mark on me, and fuck if it doesn’t make my cock try to tear through my sweats.
