“It’s not a problem if I relieve my tension in the shower either, sir? That would be okay?” She ran a hand over her breasts. It wasn’t as good as letting Noah do it, but it was better than nothing.
“Yes.” His nostrils flared, breathing faster, a condition Erin shared. “Yes.”
“It’s not a fireable offense to jerk off in the shower. Otherwise, we’d all be unemployed.”
He was panting now. “I wouldn’t be working.”
“Glad we have an agreement.” Knowing the momentum was on her side, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Williams, being bald, only had bar soap. Bad for her hair but fine for her purposes.
She had worked up a lather on her hands when a very naked, very aroused fire chief stepped into the shower and turned up the hot water to just short of scalding.
It was her turn to sputter. The shower was meant for one. “What are you doing?”
“Saving water,” he said, all pretend innocence, stealing the soap. “I promised cost cutting. We’ll have to share.”
This was a man willing to fight fire with fire. She reached past him and dropped the temperature to a more comfortable range, like she did when they showered together at her place. “Hope it’s good for you too.”
She began to rub her body with the suds and placed her left hand between her legs. With her right hand tugging on her nipples, she worked two fingers in and out of her own entrance.
Closing her eyes, she imagined the inappropriate dirty sexy places she could drag Noah next. The firehouse gym. The backseat in his Chief Car. The kitchen on the pies.
Wherever they picked, it would be a revelation. His dick buried inside of her scorched her and left her begging for more. Her fingers were a poor second.
She carefully peeked and saw him watching her. His left gripped the tip of his cock, jerking, drops of precum forming. He was heedless of the water streaming down his back.
Her arousal redoubled. No guy had ever helped himself in front of her. Impressive. It took iron restraint to jerk off in the shower instead of screwing a naked woman who had communicated her unabashed willingness to have sex with him.
So close and so far. She could practically taste him. Would he bend her over or would he pin her against the wall? Would he eat her out or fingerbang her? Erin imagined his calloused hands sliding down her and opening up her folds. His strong capable fingers teasing her clit, slipping her wetness upward.
Erin moved her hand faster. It was similar to that first phone call yet even hotter because they could touch. And when this ‘date’ he planned was over, he’d spend a lot of time stretching her the way she needed.
Her body tightened, and she twisted one nipple savagely. She gasped, “Noah!”
The orgasm rolled over her, a hot release. She opened her eyes long enough to see him come into his open right hand. He growled her name, his eyes fastened on her face.
Their eyes held for a few more seconds before he slumped against the opposite side of the shower, letting the water wash away the evidence of his completion.
Erin reached out and turned off the water. “See? No new rules broken.”
He took in her naked body and peaked nipples. He was breathless and raw. “Erin, it was a closer thing than you know. I wanted to move your hand and take its spot.”
“Me, too,” she whispered. Despite the playful sexiness, his words held a deeper promise. Their admission that, even knowing everything that it could cost, he believed it could be worth it.
Too deep. Too deep. She needed to take control back. Or perhaps rebuild a semblance of her own control. “Clean now.”
“Why didn’t you wash your hair?” he asked, stepping out to hand her a towel.
“Because no co-wash.” She dried off her neck and downward.
“Is that what you keep in your bathroom? There are lots of bottles of stuff, but I’ve never seen you use it.” He wrapped his towel around his waist, displaying the six pack and flat nipples she loved to bite.
“I have lots of ‘stuff.’ My hair dries out if it gets washed too much. I have curl cream, oils, co-wash, hair masks…”
“Got it. So not bar soap?”
“Nope. Williams would understand if he had hair.” Erin used a foot to push their dirty clothes together on the floor.
“He has hair,” Noah said.
