“Are you for real right now?Mydeals?”
She presses her lips together then mutters, “Touché.”
I give her another stern look and cross my arms over my chest as I say, “As I was saying, I’ll make a deal with you.” I pause, waiting for her to acknowledge what I’m saying and when she nods, I go on, “Finish conditioning your hair and getting you washed up and then, once you’re dry and comfortable, I’ll set up a little scene for you so that you can watch a show.”
She thinks it over rather dramatically and then gives me a beaming smile as she says, “Deal.”
I condition her hair far more quickly than I washed it. When I move to grab a washcloth to wash her body with, she puts her hand up and says, “No, all that’s clean enough.”
I quirk a brow at her not quite buying her statement but she eyes me steadily until finally I look away, placing the washcloth on the shelf. I assist her to stand but no sooner have I released her then she’s almost at the shower door, reaching haphazardly for a towel and stepping out onto the rug. “Are you in a hurry?”
She peeks at me over her shoulder, giving me her most salacious smile as she nods. “Don’t want you to chicken out.”
I step out onto the rug beside her, leaning in and whispering, “As if.”
She giggles and I grab another towel, helping her dry her hair so it’s not a sopping mess around her shoulders. I manage to slide the towel over her shoulders, gathering her hair until it rests against the towel and then attempt to wrap the whole thing up in a high twist as she’s shown me before. It doesn’t quite work, but it will get the job done for now.
She smiles up at me and offers, “It’s easier when you start upside down.”
I bend down, kiss her nose, and then she’s shooing me away. “Get to business, sir.”
“So demanding,” I respond, my fingers dipping into the waistband of my underwear and sliding along the edge. Her gaze flits between my hands and my eyes as I add, “Is there something you wanted to see here?”
“Stop teasing me, Rafferty.”
I laugh and then push my underwear down my hips, shaking my legs until they fall down to my feet before I kick them to the side. Then she’s staring at my hard cock rather hungrily so I ask, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
Her eyes jump to mine as she exclaims, “It’s the best idea.”
“I mean, won’t it be like edging yourself?”
“Maybe,” she responds, her eyes still focused on my dick. “But it’s a small price to pay.”
I step into the shower, leaving her in the doorway, and then she says from behind me, “How about you just get ready like you normally would in there and I’ll come back randomly and catch you.”
Lowering the control on the steam I turn the water back on, stepping under it and turning to face the door. She stands there waiting for me to respond so I reply, “Whatever you want,babe.”
She’s already putting her arms through her robe and then tying the sash. “You keep your eyes closed. But please, speak freely.”
Leaning my head back into the stream of hot water, my eyes close as I murmur, “No problem.”
The room falls silent so I assume that she’s left. I wash my hair, a much quicker job than washing hers, then grab a washcloth, lathering it up with soap before slowly rubbing it against my chest, down my stomach, intentionally not coming in contact with my dick as I let thoughts of her take me away from reality.
I turn into the spray of water, washing the soap away before turning back, adjusting my stance so the water streams down my back, so I won’t get chilled, but the water also won’t wash away the little lubricant my saliva provides.
Then I slide both my hands down my body, one cupping my balls, the other gripping my cock firmly. I tease myself first, stroking lightly down my shaft and twisting the tip, my other hand squeezing my balls firmly, tugging slightly. After a few moments of this, I pool saliva in my mouth and lift the hand that was holding my cock close enough to spit in it.
I smear my saliva on the tip, dragging it down my shaft, already feeling those tingles of pleasure in my spine and I whisper, “Cassidy.”
I’m not certain, but I think I hear her soft gasp from the doorway. So I pretend she’s there, watching me, her hands massaging her breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples.
I don’t continue to tease myself, instead setting up the quick, familiar rhythm I know will get me there. A curse falls from my lips on a gasping moan, punctuated by her very audible gasp of appreciation.
That desire inside of me immediately ignites, knowing she’s watching me, hearing her needy sighs of approval. “Look at me, Ren,” her voice breaks through the silence and it may as well be her touch directly on my cock for how it affects me. “I want you to look at me when you come.”
I hold off for a moment, knowing the moment I see the flames of desire in her eyes it’s going to be all over. “You fucking look at me when you fucking come for me,” she commands, and having little choice I immediately open my eyes.
She looks like a fucking goddess. The towel has fallen from her head, her damp hair spills over her shoulders, her robe haphazardly fastened so it’s mostly open to her waist. Her eyes connect with mine, a jolt of desire stabs me in the chest andshoots straight down my spine to my balls. She lifts her chin and her lips part as she whispers, “That’s right. Now you fucking come for me.”
