Nine
Poppy
Patrick didn’t justhave a big dick—he had a thick, veiny cock that I wanted nothing more than to suck.My panties were soaked as I watched him masturbate in the shower.I was tempted to reach down and get myself off, but the moment he opened his eyes and saw me, I froze.
He stood under the water, still grabbing his cock as his jaw tightened and he stared at me.I opened my mouth to speak, but my throat was too dry to get any words out.I knew I should have turned around and walked out the second I heard the shower was on, but my curiosity got the best of me—story of my life.
“I’m sorry,” I rushed out, spinning on my heel to make a beeline out of there.
But before I could leave, he stopped me.
“Poppy,” he said, his voice coarse and demanding.“What are you doing in here?”
I kept my back to him, not trusting myself to turn around andnotinvite myself to join him in the shower.
“I needed to pee,” I lied, speaking loud enough for him to hear me over the water.
“Go ahead.The toilet is free.”
I spun around, my eyes wild as I stared at him.He couldn’t possibly be serious.
“What?I can’t pee in here.”
“Why not?”he asked as he lazily slid his hand up his shaft.
I struggled to keep my eyes on his face and not allow them to trail down to where they wanted to look instead.That thing was HUGE.
“Because that would be weird.I can’t let you watch me pee.”
“Yet you’re standing there watching me jack off,” he said simply as if this wasn’t the most inappropriate thing in the world to be happening right now.
“I didn’t know you would be in here...doing that...”
“Yet you didn’t leave when you saw what I was doing.”
He licked his lips as our gazes stayed locked on each other.
“I’m going to finish in here.You’re welcome to use this bathroom, or you can use the one downstairs.”
I nodded, unsure of what to do, mainly becausepeeingwasn’t what I needed right now.
“Okay.Yeah.Umm...Thanks.”
