Holy fuck.
My cock instantly springs fully back to life. I don’t waste time. I rush forward and lift her up on the edge of the sink, then step back just enough to give her a view. Little voyeur wants to watch me again. Placing my hand on the counter beside her, I pull my cock out and stroke myself. Her gaze bounces from my face to where my hand works leisurely up and down. I tug at the head, feeling more pre-cum leak out. I’m trying to hold off from blowing so quickly, but with the way she’s staring at me…I’m not going to last.
My pumps get faster, and I don’t take my eyes off her, watching as her chest heaves in rhythm with my strokes.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
“Spit on it,” I demand, forcing her eyes to snap to mine, her eyebrows lifted high.
She scans my face for assurance, and I give her an encouraging nod. She leans forward, and I stop stroking—stop fucking breathing—as her mouth puckers, sending a drop of spit slowly to my dick.
I groan, pleasure soaring impossibly high. My palm slides up my cock, using her spit as lube, but fuck, it’s not enough.
“Again.”
She doesn’t hesitate this time, giving me more. My pace becomes frantic. The slick sound of her spit on my cock as I pump myself pierces the air. I squeeze myself harder, hips flexing as I fuck my fist, imagining it’s her pussy. As if she knows what I’m thinking, she shifts, parting her thighs enough to give me a view of her pale pink underwear. Her eyes steadily dart between mine and my cock, like she doesn’t want to miss a thing. When she bites her lip, letting the tiniest whimper slip out, I lose it. I throw my head back, muscles tightening as my orgasm slams into me.
“Oh, fuuckk,” I curse, spilling into my other hand. My body jerks in aftershocks as I continue to stroke myself while she watches, not even blinking. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard from my own hand.
She’s going to ruin me, and she won’t even need to touch me to do it.
I sigh, content, yet wanting more at the same time. More of her eyes on me. More of her lips on mine. I want her hands on me more than anything.
I clean up, then tuck myself away and turn back to Olivia, whose breathing is as ragged as mine. I step between her legs and grab her face in my hands. “That was so hot.” I press a quick kiss to her lips, aware I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. Her neck and face are covered in a sexy red blush, but there’s a shy smile on her lips. Knowing she’s probably not ready to talk about what just happened, I help her slide off the counter and grab my toothbrush. She moves to the other side, using the spare one I gave her last night.
“Roads are shit,” I say once I’m finished.
She rinses her mouth, then places the toothbrush in the cup beside mine. “I figured. My classes have been canceled today.”
She follows me into the kitchen, and I grab us a mug fromthe cabinet. “Creamer is in the fridge, sugar over there.” I point to the canister on my counter.
She stares at the cup of black liquid. “I only drink iced coffee.”
I chuckle. Of course. “There’s ice in the freezer.”
She wrinkles her nose and it’s so damn adorable. “It’s not the same. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. What’s your go-to coffee order?”
“Easy. Iced brown sugar espresso with oat milk, a dash of cinnamon, whipped cream, and a drizzle of honey on top.”
“Sounds disgusting,” I say flatly.
She laughs. “Hey! Don’t knock it until you try it.”
I shake my head. “I like regular old cow’s milk. Where does oat milk even come from?”
“It’s plant-based—it comes from whole oats. They basically submerge it in water, then strain it to get the milky texture.”
I stare at her, dumbfounded. I wasn’t actually expecting her to answer my question, but of course, she would know. She giggles at the crazy expression on my face.
“I’ll stick to my two percent,” I tell her, earning an eye roll from her. “I have to meet the guys at ten. I’m going to take a quick shower, then I can take you home. Or you can hang out here until the roads clear,oryou can go with me.” I throw all the options at her aware of how desperate I sound, but damn, I’m not ready for her to leave yet.
