Something flashed in his eyes for a moment, it almost looked like hurt, but it was gone before I could take it in.
I jolted as his hand rubbed over my clit, the motion unexpected.
“Keep going,” he whispered.
His gaze was no longer on my face, but where his touch was. I continued pumping, trying to feel his body and learn what he liked. Our breaths were labored. The water beneath us swished gently, and the wind whipped beyond the glassed over balcony, but it couldn’t touch us here. Here it was warm and beautiful.
It didn’t take long for me to get closer and closer.
“Come for me, my pretty moon,” he said.
I’d never had an orgasm from words alone, but it felt like I was now. Like it was a real command. I squeezed his fingers, coming hard. I pumped him at the same pace, willing him to come with me.
Moments later, ropes of come hit my stomach, covering me in the reminder of what just happened between us.
I leaned my head on his shoulder, taking deep, steadying breaths.
His arms came around me, holding me close. In this moment, everything felt simple. It felt like there wasn’t a hugesum of money holding us together. It was just the two of us… like this was something real.
“Would you like to go shower?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He got out and stuck his hand out to help me. I followed him inside through the dripping wet trail Samuel and Rachel had already left earlier. He led us towards the bathroom and went in first. I released his hand to let him go, planning to go back outside and sit on one of the chairs since I was wet.
When I released him, he looked at me. “What are you doing?”
I shifted on my feet. “Letting you shower?”
“No, we’re showering together,” he said.
He didn’t wait for me to respond, just spun on his heel and went to turn the water on. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. He really did think people would just bend to his whims. It felt like a flaw but was, for some reason,moreattractive to me.
I realized I had a decision now. I could follow him in, which would probably lead to… more, or I could turn back and let him shower alone. My feet carried me forward, as if I didn’t have control over them.
Ellery dropped his wet trunks to the floor then, giving me a good view of his entire back. His shoulders were so tight, as well as his back. My eyes trailed further to his toned, pert behind. I’d never taken a lot of time to consider a man’s ass, but something about his had me staring. Even his thighs were muscled, as if they were cut from marble.
“Ready?” he asked.
My gaze bounced up, to where he smirked. I ignored it and walked into the shower stall. It was huge, the floor made of some kind of pebbled stone that tickled my feet a bit. Even though it felt like there was room for six people here, when I turned back to Ellery, it all felt much smaller. Everything about him just took up so much space. His attitude, his good looks, his giant body.
Even if I did think he liked me, how long could it really last? I didn’t have a large personality. Or money. I had magic, but that wasn’t really the same. Even if, somehow, we set aside the now sixty thousand he’d agreed to give me to be here, there was still the issue of how different we were. How different our lives were.
I rinsed then switched places with him so he could do the same. I bent to grab the soap bottle from the floor, and when I stood back up and turned to him, his eyes were firmly on my backside and his cock was hardening again.
“I saw that,” I said.
His brow quirked. “Like I didn’t catch you checking me out earlier.”
“You didn’t,” I said, even though he definitely did.
“Whatever you say,” he said.
“And you got mad about the instructor earlier,” I said, lathering the shampoo through my hair. It smelled like pomegranates. I normally used a pomegranate shampoo, but this one was much more luxurious than mine.
He scoffed. “Did not.”
“Did too,” I said.
