“It’s Syn. Was wondering if you want me to take Sugar for a walk before we get breakfast.”
“Oh, um. Sure,” she said, and I heard her stumbling as she got back into her bottoms.
By the time I turned to look at the door, she was closing it in my face.
Alone, I sighed, listening to her talk to Syn, then gathering some clothes and taking myself into the bathroom for a shower.
I got the water running and pushed my pajama pants down my legs when I realized I wasn’t alone.
When I turned, there was Dylan. Her gaze was on me, but there was something… odd there. Whatever it was, it put me on edge.
“What’s up, babe?” I asked.
She said nothing as she took a step closer.
Then, “That wasn’t even.”
Her hand closed around my aching cock as she said it, making my breath rush out of me at the touch.
But… no.
I didn’t like that.
The look in her eye.
The hollow sound of her voice.
The meaning of her words.
It wasn’t even.
As if she had to perform just because I had.
Yeah, no.
I reached down, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her hand away.
“No,” I said when her gaze lifted up to mine.
“No?” she asked, her face going hard.
I whipped her around until her back was against my chest, both of us facing the mirror.
I reached down, pressing a hand between her thighs. She gasped, her eyes going heated.
“Until you look like this,” I said, doing a quick roll of her clit, making the heat flicker in her dark eyes, “at the thought of touching or sucking me, I don’t want it.”
With that, I took a step back and moved into the shower.
I feigned nonchalance, acting like I was completely ignoring her. But I was painfully aware of her gaze in the mirror, watching me.
Was that the reason I reached down and fisted my cock, stroking lazily as she watched? Maybe. But the little bed activities followed by her touching me but not getting relief had me physically aching for release too.
Whatever the reason, I worked myself as she stood there, watching in the mirror for a long time. Then, as my breathing got faster, as my body tensed, I could see her turning in my periphery, watching me through the quickly steaming glass.
When I came, it was hard, making me lean back into the wall because my damn legs felt a little wobbly.
My gaze sought her then.
