I should leave. I need to leave before he sees me, but it’s like I’m frozen in place. My body feels like an inferno. My legs rub together to ease some of the throbbing in my core. If I can just build up enough pressure, it might relieve some of the ache I’ve had building up.
Closing my eyes, I take in the way his grunts and low moans sound. My back is plastered to the door, and I really need to get out of here before I get caught. There’s no way in hell I can explain this.
“Fuck me, Willow. Just like that.” The hand propping against the wall squeezes into a fist. How I wish that hand was on me. In my hair, rubbing down my body.
Maybe I can slide my hand down and relieve some tension. Clearly, he thinks of me when he does it, so this can’t be wrong.
I go to slide my phone in my pocket and music starts blaring through the speaker.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I fumble with my phone and end up dropping it. Son of a bitch. You have got to be kidding me. I try to pick it up, but it’s harder than you’d think with shaky hands.
“Uhm, not that I mind your company, but what are you doing in here?” Weston asks as I snatch my phone off the ground.
I stand ramrod straight, Diva by Beyoncé still blaring on my phone. Fuck that song. I am never listening to it again.
“Well, I.. I, uhm. I went for a run and I needed a shower.”
“And you thought that watching me shower would make you feel cleaner?” He stands with his hands over his crotch; they’re doing a terrible job of covering it up. So I turn around and face the wall. It’s less embarrassing this way.
I watched him do a lot more than shower, but that’s a need-to-know situation, and he does not need to know that I watched him jerk off to the thought of me.
“You’re never in here. You’re usually in your own shower.”
“Correct, but I just recalked the shower so it needs a few hours to dry.”
“Well, that would have been good to know,” I seethe.
“But then you wouldn’t have got to see me naked? Did you like the sound of your name coming off my lips?” His voice has an edge to it, brought on by his desire.
My cheeks flood with heat from the embarrassment. I am never going to live this down. The only solution is to change my name and flee the country. “I have no clue what you are talking about.”
“You think I didn’t see you come in? I heard the door open and figured you would leave when you saw it was occupied.”
“Well, I’m going to go ahead and do that now.” I should have done it three minutes ago when I thought about it.
"I think you wanted to watch, to see what you do to me," he taunts as he turns half toward me, giving me the perfect view of his cock as he continues to stroke it unabashedly. I can see pieces of ink wrapping around his ribs; that’s new.
"It was an accid--" I blurt out, but he cuts me off before I can finish.
"Maybe it was anaccident," he says, water dripping down his abs in the most distracting way. "But if that was the case, you would have left, and you have yet to do so. Therefore, I think you want to watch, and baby, I'd love nothing more than to give you a show."
I stand there, jaw slack and completely at a loss for words.
“Unless of course, you want to join me?” He proposes with a cocky grin. “There’s plenty of room. Although I’d much prefer dirtying you up with my cum than cleaning you up.”
“Fuck.” The mouth on this man. My thighs rub together of their own accord. My clit pulsing beneath my panties.
“The things I’d do to you, Willow. I’ve had twelve long years to imagine all the ways I could ruin your perfect body. All the ways I could make you come with my tongue, my cock,” he says, shuddering, “and my fingers.”
His hand starts to work his length again as he speaks out his fantasy, “Every time I see you in one of those pencil skirts, I have to fight the urge of pulling it up to your waist and fucking you over the desk.”
My hands slip down the front of my shorts, unable to stand the ache between my thighs. I want to come more than I want to breathe right now. I close my eyes, imagining the scene he’s painting.
“Would you like that baby? To be fucked raw over your desk? Just my hard cock stretching that tight little pussy out. I want you to drench my cock as I fuck you.” My eyes open, and I look over to see him looking straight at me. The hunger there makes me pick up my pace on my clit.
Weston's eyes are locked on the movement beneath my shorts, his pace quickening. I watch him, the room filled with the sounds of the water running and our parallel play. I feel the crest of my orgasm come, and I lean against the wall as my legs get shaky.
