He’s standing there, his back to me, with the water flowing down his body. Every water droplet hugs his skin like it never wants to let him go.
I know the feeling. Bad idea or not, I want to step even closer and look my fill. I can almost feel the water raining down on me as I step up behind him after shedding my clothes.
The groan he lets out has me snapping out of my dirty thoughts. That is when I notice the rhythmic way the muscles of his shoulder are moving. Is he?
When I try to swallow, I choke on nothing that could be everything. Am I silent when I do? I have no idea.
But as if he can feel my eyes on him, Elwood’s gaze slowly moves over his shoulder until the light blue of his eyes locks with mine. He’s looking at me with pure heat.
My knees buckle to the point that I’m not entirely sure how I keep myself upright. It’s from the intensity and pure want in the way he’s looking at me.
I’ve never had a man look at me like he is right now. I should be wishing for a portal or a black hole to be opening up underneath me, but I don’t want to be anywhere else.
He has, technically, caught me spying on him when I have no business being in his room, let alone his bathroom. Yet I don’t feel embarrassed at all.
My thighs rub together as I bite my bottom lip, afraid of the words getting ready to spill past my lips. I can’t be trusted that’s for damn sure.
He turns toward me, and my jaw goes slack. I’d love to look unaffected, but I was never going to win such a battle. I don’t even put up a fight.
Instead, I let my eyes roam over him with abandon. I don’t give a single fuck if he can see how much I want him written all over my face.
Everyone deserves a chance to let it all go. If this is my chance, after the last few years of focusing on Hillary, then maybe I should take it. Just because I would do it all again doesn’t mean it was easy.
And that’s okay.
My body starts to ache as the man in front of me moves with agonizing slowness. He starts to pump his fist, which is wrappedaround the base of his cock like he’s presenting it to me. My mouth waters as I watch him.
There’s something about Elwood because I’ve never felt the need to wrap my lips around a man’s cock the way I do right now. The crown is red, angry, and weeping. And I desperately want to taste him.
My pussy is uncomfortably drenched and I’m not sure if I should strip or if I should run away. My brain has gone offline, and I’m stuck in place.
His movements are measured, as if he’s savoring the moment. He slides his hand up and down his length, his fingers tightening at the base with every stroke. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
A sound I’ve never made before comes from the back of my throat. It’s a mix of a groan and a mewl. It’s pure fucking need.
“Hollyn,” he rumbles my name, and I shuffle a step closer to him.
Even though I’m not in the bathroom, I can feel the heat from the water and the feeling of the steam against my face.
“I just,” I start to stutter nonsensically, “needed something. I needed it and it was forgotten. From the car. My car. Obviously. But I didn’t,” I shake my head as I rub my hands over my face.
What the hell is wrong with me?
It’s as if I’ve lost the most basic cognitive functions.
My gaze darts up to meet his before dropping back down to watch him stroke his cock. I’ve never watched a man do this before.
There’s something even hotter about this because Elwood isn’t the least bit embarrassed. It seems like quite the opposite.
As if he can read my mind and my darkest desires, he grins and demands, “Strip down for me, Hollyn, and get in the shower.”
My hands are moving before I fully realize what I’m doing.
The first piece of clothing to go flying is the shirt I put on when I thought I was going to brush my teeth and go to bed. It’s seen better days; having had it since my senior year when I got it a few sizes too big to ensure its perfect role as a night shirt.
It’s served me well, but it is worn and on the thin side. I just can’t get rid of it.
Elwood lets out a groan. “Fucking hell,” his voice is pained. “The only thing better than watching you peel your clothes off would be if you were wearing my clothes.”
