Haz yanked up the shirt and did as he was told.
“Good doll,” I praised. Holding his stare, I spit on his dick, and I knew exactly when it slid over his head because of the way his pupils dilated.
“More,” he demanded.
I gave him a look.
“Please.”
I spit on him again.
“Stroke yourself while I’m in the shower,” I said, leaving him with his spit-roasted dick and stepping under the warm spray. My muscles relaxed almost instantly beneath the warm pressure, and I moaned low.
Dropping my head, I let the water saturate my hair and drip over my face before falling to the drain. I hadn’t realized what a heavy weight it was to lie to Haz about my real profession. The secrecy never bothered me before.
I’d been worried. I could admit it now that relief flowed through my limbs. I thought he’d denounce me. Turn against me. Worse yet: look at me like a monster.
I mean, Iwasa monster. But I didn’t want to be that to him.
Exhaling, I laid my palm flat on the tiles and leaned in farther, watching the water run to the drain while using my free hand to rub over my chest and arm.
A low whimper had me turning my head, peering over my bicep to where Hazard was sitting on the counter.
What a sight he made.
Thighs parted, balls heavy between them as he reclined against the mirror with his hand wrapped around his length. His arm pumped rapidly, his hand gliding effortlessly with the slick I’d provided.
Straightening off the wall, I turned to face him through the glass doors. “Rub it in, baby doll. Make sure I’m coating you everywhere.”
His hand moved a little quicker, and his legs shook. His tip was nearly purple, and his face was flushed. I’d never met anyone who could come multiple times like him. Sure, his load was half the size of mine, but I came once and then needed a short refractory period. He came and was ready to again just a minute later.
What a fucking rush.
Fisting my own dick, I began stroking it. Haz sat forward, completely enthralled with what I was doing.
“You like that, baby?” I asked.
He nodded eagerly.
I stroked myself again. “Take your shirt off.”
He let go of his angry dick and undid the shirt, flinging it half in the sink, and grabbed his cock again.
“Spread your legs more. Let me see you.”
He did, and my dick spasmed.
“Touch your nipples,” I instructed.
He reached up, but I stopped him. “Lick your fingers first.”
He licked them enthusiastically, then rubbed them on his pink pebble.
“Pinch it.”
He gasped as he did as he was told.
“Harder, baby doll. Make it hurt.”
