“What does it taste like?” he asks.
“Tangy. Sweet.” I tell him.
Ash swallows hard. “Good girl,” he says before walking back inside the villa.
Chapter 13
Asher
Nothing makes walking more uncomfortable than a raging boner.
Nothing. If she were any other woman on the planet, I would have had my way with her by now. I wouldn’t have just walked her through the Five Easy Steps to Making a Girl Come.
All I know is unless I am okay with doing something I am going to regret, which I am not okay with, I need to get the fuck away from her and her wet bikini bottoms and her oiled body and everything else.
As I walk away from Harper as casually as possible, it literally feels like my shorts are going to rip in half. I thought swimming laps would help redirect the blood flow to a different body part, but it didn’t.
When I realized that she wasn’t just wiggling around on the lounger because she was uncomfortable, but because she was doing something else, swimming laps became nearly impossible.
Doing anything became nearly impossible. I needed to be able to watch, listen, and pretend that it was me making her squirm. I need to figure out how to make that happen. And now? Now I need to get the fuck off and fast.
I bolt into the bathroom, not even bothering to shut the door. I just turn the water on lukewarm and strip my shorts off. I step one foot into the shower, but before I can get the rest of the way inside, I see Harper in my periphery, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Wait,” she says, and I stop. “That’s hardly fair.”
I grit my teeth, my thighs literally shaking from the need pulsing through my veins. “If you could not say the wordhardright now, that would be great. Also, you might want to get out of earshot because this is not going to be PG-13 or whatever rating you limit yourself too.”
I step inside the shower, ready to grab hold of myself, when she stops me again.
“I want to watch.”
I step back out, one foot on the floor and the other in the shower.
“You want to watch me…” I echo.
She nods, and I step back out of the shower. Her eyes trail slowly down my abdomen to my erection, and her lips part. I can see the rise and fall of her breath in the swell of her breasts. Her nipples are visibly hard under her bikini top.
She’s turned on.
Of course she is.
Despite the fact that I just made her repeat herself, I am still having a hard time believing it. It’s one thing to touch herself in front of me, her bikini covering things to keep it as tasteful as possible. But it’s another thing to watch me stand fully naked, fully erect in front of her, stroking myself until my knees give out.
But if that’s what she wants, who am I to deny her that pleasure? Besides, the very idea of her getting hot will make the orgasm all the better.
“Alright,” I say huskily as I wrap my hand around my cock.
Then I begin to stroke, from base to head, avoiding the tip for now. Any friction there and I might get off too fast. I don’t want her to think every guy gets off quickly. I’m no rookie; I can control it. At least I usually can. Harper has thrown a wrench in that.
“Do you like watching me?” I ask as my hand pumps up and down slowly, then faster, then slowly again. I would give anything for this to be her hand, mouth, or pussy. But Harper St. James is a marathon, not a sprint.
She nods, biting her lip between her teeth as her eyes run from my face to my dick and back again. She doesn’t just want to watch the act; she wants to see my expression. She wants to look atme.So I look at her.
I pick up the pace a little, grunting as I do. My legs are visibly shaking with the threat of giving out. I’m starting to wish I had done this lying down or at least sitting.
“Fuck,” I let out. It feels good, but it’s taking longer than I thought. It’s almost as if she can sense it because she locks her eyes on mine, bright green and persuasive, then pulls the strings on her bikini top.
As I continue to stroke myself, I watch as her top falls to the floor. Her breasts are perky and round; fully exposed in front of me. Instinctively, my hand moves faster. Honestly, this is the first time that seeing a pair of tits was enough to send me racing towards the edge. She may be a virgin, but I definitely am not. But there is something about her and the way she insisted on watching me. I watch the expression on her face while she watches me. The way she tugged the string on her bikini has me coming unglued. It’s like it’s the wildest thing she’s ever done, and that makes it even hotter.
