He tugged his hands free of the sleeves one at a time before he handed it to me.
“Uh, thanks, I’m good,” I said as I walked past him into the laundry room.
Or, more accurately, a butler’s pantry that then led to a laundry room.
Freakin’ rich people…
I walked to the washer that was running and pressed pause on the machine.
Just as I lifted the lid to peer inside, a firm hand met my overheated skin.
“Leave it,” he ordered.
I shivered at his words.
Or maybe the way that his hands felt against my bare skin.
I wasn’t examining my feelings too closely in that moment.
“Why?” I asked, voice a bit high-pitched.
“Because your clothes had puke on them,” he said. “Not yours, though. Some drunk asshole’s from the bar.”
I closed the lid of the washer with a harsh snap.
Yeah, other people’s puke and me didn’t get along.
Not even me and my own puke.
“Should’ve led with that, I guess,” he said as he leaned forward to press start on the machine.
The machine started to whirl and jolted to a start.
It was an old machine. One of those ones that had the agitator inside and started with a vicious thunk and snarl.
I jolted backward slightly at the machine’s noise, which in turn put me in contact with parts of the man’s body behind me.
I held my breath as he all but went immobile.
The man’s lower half pressed in even closer, and I could feel things I definitely shouldn’t be feeling.
“You’re…” I didn’t finish.
“Kind of hard not to be when you’re naked,” he admitted, sounding unrepentant.
Neither one of us moved.
Not even the cold metal of the washer against naked skin had my instincts firing.
A different part of the cycle started, and it was like a flip of a lever in both of our brains.
One second he was mostly keeping it PG-13, and the next he was reaching between us to lower the front of his sweatpants.
My breath hitched, and I went up onto my tippy toes as I leaned farther over the washer, pressing my breasts against the unyielding metal to give him better access.
I felt the thick head of his cock notch at my entrance, and then he was pushing inside, filling me with a slow, delicious glide.
I moaned as he filled me with each delicious inch of his cock.
