…he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. I know where this is going. Somewhere it shouldn’t. Somewhere I never dreamed it would. Because Darren is nearly twice my age. It’s wrong. And yet, it’s real. He lays me on the bed andpeels the shirt from his toned body, revealing his riveting abs. It’s like he’s flexing, even when he’s not flexing.
“Aren’t you going to take your pants off?” I ask because, inside, that’s what I want. It’s what I need. Or so I think.
But Darren drops to his knees in front of me, yanking my aching pussy to his mouth. His tongue buries itself within me, stroking the length of me, swirling around my clit until finally teasing it with the tip. Flicking, kissing, sucking until I cry out. But even then, he doesn’t stop. He never stops.
I moan and set the book aside as my fingers mimic the tongue. I can’t even begin to imagine what a tongue must feel like, smooth and hot and wet. Filling every crevice and blanketing every nerve.
God…
My hips begin to rise and fall in the water, grinding against my own touch as I imagine it being someone else’s. Beads of sweat drip down my temples from the heat of the water and the anticipation of the orgasm. As it nears, slowly but surely, I moan, forgetting I’m not alone.
Suddenly, my eyes open.
Because I am really, truly not alone.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?!” I demand, making sure the bubbles are covering me.
“I was just getting my watch,” Asher says. “I left it on the sink. Are you enjoying your bath?”
He smirks as he latches the watch onto his wrist.
“Get out!” I practically scream.
With that, he walks away, but at the last second, he looks back over his shoulder and says, “It’s okay. We all do it. Even us non-virgins.”
Chapter 5
Asher
Iknew full well what she was doing in the bathroom. I saw her grab her book; a frayed, dog-eared, grocery store erotica before she went into the bathroom.
Also, she wasn’t exactly quiet.
At first, I muted the soccer game, wondering if I was really hearing what I thought I was hearing. Turns out I was. There wasn’t an ear-piercing scream with her climax, but just knowing she was in there, fully naked, writhing under the water with all those dirty thoughts painted in her head, gave me an incurable case of blue balls.
Well, it’s curable, but the remedy is off limits.
I listened by the door, but when the moan failed to come, I intervened.
After she stomps off to the bedroom in one of the provided white robes, she slams the door. I guess my visit wasn’t welcomed. I give it a few minutes, check my watch, yawn, then try the door. Of course, it’s locked. I knock gently with the knuckle of my middle finger.
No answer.
I knock harder.
Nothing.
“Harper?” I ask.
Crickets.
“You think you could unlock the door?”
“I don’t really feel like it,” she sasses, and I click my tongue.
“Come on, I didn’t see anything.”
“That’s not the point,” she says.
