Jed just laughs and relaxes back into the water. ‘You’re awfully moody today.’
‘Yeah, well that’s what happens when my grandfather shows up in the one place I thought I’d never have to see him,’ he says bitterly, thenkicks off his shoes and tugs his pants down, leaving him bare chested, with defined abs on display and in navy briefs that show off how thick and corded his thighs are.
He then proceeds to lower himself into my bath that is a lot smaller than Jed’s and sits right next to me.
He turns slightly, so he can face his friend.
‘What was he in Prof’s office for?’ I hear Jed ask as I close my eyes, trying to regulate my breathing. But that idea goes out the window when I feel calloused fingers start to skim up and down the outside of my leg beneath the water.
‘Nicks didn’t say. He left before I got a chance to speak with him,’ Sebastian answers as if he hasn’t started to rub small circles along the inside of my knee.
My eyes open. I stare at the side of his face. His upper body is turned to face Jed, and one arm is up over the edge of the bath, propping his chin up with his fist. The other is on me. He doesn’t look my way, just continues his conversation, his face giving nothing away.
Slowly, I start to feel his hand trail higher up my leg, stopping every now and then to rub circles with his fingers or knead at my flesh and massage my aching muscles, as if he knows they’re sore.
I stifle a groan when he squeezes a particularly tender spot. He hears me, I can tell, because his sentence falters just for a second, and then he’s doubling down. Kneading the same spot repeatedly until I sigh, feeling it relax under the pressure of his strong hands mixed with the magic of the crystals.
His hand moves up once more and all I hear is the rush of my blood in my ears when I feel the tip of a finger graze my covered slit. His hand pauses, realising what he just did. Finally, his eyes meet mine and they’re molten. I thought he was unaffected by how he has been touching me, but looking into his eyes, at the intensity in them – I know I’m mistaken.
He watches me like he’s waiting for me to push his hand away. Like he’s seeing if I’ll tell him to stop or move to the other side of the bathto get away from him. But I don’t. I can’t. There is a feral need for his touch that has been building within me. Ever since his thumb traced over my skin as he drew blue circles on my pants – having his hands on me is all I can think about. It’s probably why I have a lot more bruises on my body than I should. Because I couldn’t bloody focus when I could still feel him there.
We watch each other for a moment, waiting to see what the other will do. He doesn’t move, and I realise that he won’t. Not until I let him know where my head is.
So, I let my legs fall open.
I swear I hear a low rumble build in his chest as his eyes drop to where he can see them beneath the water. His hand squeezes my inner thigh as if he’s trying to hold himself back. I don’t want him to, I realise. Because I’m aching for it, for him.
That little trail of his finger touching me was the biggest tease of my life and now I need more. ‘Touch me,’ I mouth to him. His eyes blaze. ‘Please,’ I beg.
I hear him mutter a curse beneath his breath. All of this is happening while Jed is going on about something I lost track of minutes ago.
A second later I feel him. Sliding his hand up to cup my sex. My eyes close involuntarily.
‘Stay quiet,’ he whispers in my ear, shifting closer before he jumps straight back into conversation with Jed.
Slowly, I feel two of his fingers start to run up and down my seam through my underwear. He does this over and over, before bringing them up to make circles over my clit. I bite my lip to stop the moan that threatens to slip free.
My legs spread wider; he gives my mound a squeeze and it feels like some kind of reward, as if he’s praising me. It only drives my need for him wilder. As if he can sense that I need more. More of him, more of this, of whatever he’s ready to offer me – right now.
His fingers stroke up and down, massaging in a fluid rhythm, working me into a panting mess until I feel him pinch my clit. Hard.
This time, my gasp is loud. My whole body jerks, causing my butt to slide off the seat and drop me lower into the water. My hands stretch out, one grabbing the edge of the seat, the other gripping onto Sebastian’s thick thigh, before I use them to push me back into a sitting position.
‘You good, Silver?’ Jed asks.
My cheeks flame.
‘Y-yeah,’ I squeak. Glowering at the way Sebastian’s shoulders start to shake with laughter. ‘Just stubbed my toe on the bottom of the bath,’ I lie and it’s fucking terrible.
Jed’s reply is lost on my ears as Sebastian eyes drop to my chest. He licks his lips like he’s picturing taking my nipples into his mouth, and I want to swallow enough water to drown myself.
I squirm as he returns to applying pressure over my clit, then slides lower and begins rubbing circles right over my entrance through the fabric of my underwear. My breathing turns shallow, and my legs start to tighten. Each time he teases my entrance with his firm fingers, I feel it start to pulse and clench around emptiness.
Whatever the two of them are talking about has turned to white noise in my head. I swear if a swarm of shadow walkers stormed in right now, I’d barely react. All I can focus on at this moment is the pressure building in my lower stomach and between my legs.
He hasn’t even breached my inner walls as I start to rock my hips against his hand, desperate to feel him inside me. His thumb reaches up to my clit and presses down, making me see stars.
My eyes squeeze tight as my ass leaves the inbuilt seat of the bath again. He stifles a chuckle before he pushes me back down and resumes his torture on my clit.
