I guess I know what the lube I saw last night is all about.
The flowing water has plastered Aiden’s long hair to his back. I can see the muscles in his ass and legs flexing as he grinds into his hand, his arm matching the speed in an equal, but opposite rhythm. Wetness floods my thighs with no panties to hold it in place, my desire instantaneous and extreme. I feel my pussy throb, my pulse matching Aiden’s thrusts almost perfectly, the need to be filled by him threatening to make me reckless. My body is torn between wanting to strip and get into the shower with him, and wanting to shove my hands in my pants and take care of myself while I watch.
Obviously, I can’t do either of those things, but I still can’t seem to tear myself away. I watch as he pumps faster, his mouth opening with what I can only assume are satisfied groans. Water drips down his body, tracing the muscles in his back and legs, his pace quickening until finally, finally, he comes. It spurts impressively far up the wall, splashing on the slate grey tiles, over and over again. After several moments, and a few more pumps of his hand, Aiden releases his dick, leaning his head on his other arm.
I stay rooted in place until he lifts his head and begins washing his come off the wall of the shower. Before he has the chance to notice me, I turn and run into the spare room to gather up my clothes as I originally planned to do when I came up here.
I need a minute to get myself together, though, so I sit on the bed and take some deep breaths. Forget what I said about his shirtless drumming,thisis going in the spank bank for sure. Actually, both things will probably make it. I don’t think one fantasy of Aiden is going to be enough for me. Not after what I just saw.
Aiden’s body is pretty much my idea of physical perfection. He’s muscular, but lean. He looks like an active person, instead of someone who gets all their muscles from the gym. Which I guess jives with what he said about drumming being his workout. Despite not being full of huge muscles, his body is incredibly masculine. All edges and hard lines. Just a little chest hair, barely even noticeable really, and the only reason I saw it was because he passed so close to me earlier, on his way up here. And that ass. I know I mentioned it already, but seriously. It’s amazing. Round, firm, and those dimples? Pretty sure it’s the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. I can picture myself digging my nails into it, encouraging him as he drives into me with his equally amazing cock.
Phew. Is it getting hot in here?I fan myself with my hands to cool off a little.
God, what the hell am I going to do? This is no time for me to be thinking about anyone like this. My entire life has been torn apart. I need to find a job, change my career, and figure out a new dream, not become infatuated with some man because of his ass. Even if it is a spectacular ass. And even if the man it’s attached to also happens to have an amazing dick.
While I sit and try to get images of Aiden out of my head, I hear the shower turn off.
Shit, I need to get downstairs before he comes out of there and guesses that I saw him.
I jump up, throw my clothes into the grocery bag, and jog into the hallway.
And slam face first into a very wet, very naked Aiden.
“Ohmygod, your penis!” I yell, while some instinct that is definitelynotself-preservation has me dropping my bag and awkwardly covering his dick with both hands.
And some instinct, probably modesty, has him attempting to do the same thing, but my reflexes are faster. Know what that means? Yeah, that’s right. Instead of covering himself, he’s just holding my hands against his dick.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” I blurt, trying to pull my hands away. He has a bit of a death grip, so it takes a moment to slide my hands out from under his. But not before I feel some stiffening action.Maybe I can slip my hands back underneath his and keep holding on? That would be fine, right?
“Uh, I forgot to grab a towel. Fuck, I’m sorry. Can you just… Can you grab me one from the closet there, please?” He points with a tip of his chin at a small door beside the bathroom.
I fling open the closet door and grab the first thing I see, handing it to Aiden with a hand over my eyes.
“Um, I think maybe I’ll need something a little larger?” He says with a snicker in his voice.
I risk a look and notice that I’ve given him a hand towel. He’s holding it by two corners on the short end, head down while he looks up at me through his eyelashes, a smirk on his face.
“Oh yeah, sorry, yeah. That is definitely not going to be big enough, is it? I mean, not that I saw much. Or anything. I mean, I didn’t see anything. At all.” I’m rambling and laughing nervously and searching through the closet all at the same time. “Where are all the damn towels?” And why can’t I shut my stupid mouth? “Definitely didn’t see anything when I came upstairs. Nope. Just went right into the room and gathered my clothes.”
I finally find a larger towel and hand it off. Aiden raises an eyebrow at me in question.
“Oh, yeah. I’ll turn around.” I spin so my back is facing him, and bend to grab my bag.
“I’ll go get dressed and then we can head out,” Aiden says before walking down the hall to what must be his bedroom.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, scrunching up my face and resting my fist on my forehead.
What did I say when I ran into him? ‘Ohmygod, your penis!’? Ugh. What the hell is wrong with me?
Chapter 14
Aiden - Family Photos
Iturn away from Rhea and walk down the hallway to my bedroom, managing to play it cool and not break into a run. Did I really just grab her hands and hold them to my dick? I can’t believe I did that. My only consolation is that she seemed just as embarrassed about the whole thing as I did. I mean, she yelled out, ‘Ohmygod, your penis!’ and then tried to cover me up. With her hands. Directly on my dick.
God, I hope she didn’t notice that I was getting hard while she was pulling her hands away.
She is pretty adorable when she’s embarrassed, I have to admit. It seemed like she couldn’t stop herself from talking while she was helping me find a towel.
