“Why?” She furrows her forehead as she turns to face me completely.
Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, I cross my ankles. “I’ve never dated locally. Professionally, that would be a nightmare. Chances are a close friend or family member would be a current or former client, and I don’t want to deal with that.”
“But surely you have brought other women here.”
“No.” I purse my lips and shake my head slowly before saying, “It’s not like I date a lot, so it’s no big deal for me to travel out of town.”
When she remains silent, I enter the room to collect towels and turn on the faucet. After checking the water temperature, I turn to her and say, “I’m sorry I don’t have any bubbles, but I have bath salts. Do you want some of that?”
“Sure,” she whispers.
Smiling softly, she watches me pour the granules into the water and swish it around with my hand. Stepping away, I dry my fingers with a towel hanging by the sink.
“I’ll leave you to it. Is there anything else you need?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
As I turn away to leave the room, she places her hand on my arm to stop me. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she rests her head on my shoulder. Returning her hug, I ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m just happy. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“You’re welcome.” I hold her close for a moment longer before placing a kiss on top of her head. “Take as much time as you want. I’m going to take a shower in the bathroom down the hall. I’ll meet you downstairs when you are done.”
Stepping away, I leave her to enjoy her bath. I pause outside, leaning my head on the closed door, listening to her removing her clothes, turning off the tap, and the splash of her stepping into the hot water. My cock has already grown hard with the thought of her naked and wet only feet away.
Grabbing a change of clothes from my closet, I head down the hall to the guest bathroom. I set them on the counter, turn the shower on, and strip. The hot water hits my shoulders as I step under the spray, easing some of the tension I’ve been carrying since last night at Beck’s trailer. I pump shampoo into my hand and work it through my hair, focusing on the simple motions. Wash. Rinse. Breathe. Trying to think of anything but her. But it’s hopeless.
Squirting a generous amount of body wash into my palm, I run it along my neck, shoulders, chest, then down over my abdomen. When I reach my swollen cock, I don’t hesitate to wrap my hand around the base. Closing my eyes, I brace myopposite forearm on the cool tile and begin moving my hand slowly up and down the length of my shaft.
Visions of Beck immersed in the water, pink nipples just above the surface, fill my mind. Her head tilts back, eyes closing as she parts her legs beneath the water. Her hand drifts down her body, and a soft whimper slips from her lips when she reaches her pussy.
I imagine her pleasuring herself as she thinks of me.
My heart pounds as I sink into the fantasy—her fingers circling her clit before sliding them inside. Her lips part as she cries out my name.
“Fuck,” I groan under my breath as the vision takes hold.
Hot water pours over my skin as my hand glides over my slick cock from root to tip. The warmth in my gut coils tighter, pulling another low moan from my throat. The slow rhythm doesn’t last long before it quickens, my hand moving faster as the pressure inside me steadily builds.
My body tenses, taking over before my mind catches up. Control slips. My strokes turn rough and uneven as the sensation climbs higher, tightening until it finally snaps. I bite my lip with a groan as pleasure crests, and the release tears through me in hard, pulsing waves. My hips jerk and breath shudders as I ride it out and come against the shower wall while the water continues to stream down on me.
For a moment, I lean into the tile, trying to catch my breath and steady myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve thought of Beck while taking care of myself, and it certainly won’t be the last. But she has never been in my house while I was doing it before.
Removing the showerhead, I rinse the wall, washing away any evidence of my pleasure.
Stepping out of the shower onto the bathmat, I quickly dry my body. With the towel wrapped around my waist, I run my hand over my jaw, inspecting my face in the mirror. I usuallyshave the dark stubble, but today I can’t be bothered. Scrubbing a towel over my head, I dry my hair the best I can and decide it’s fine to leave it as well. We are just chilling in sweats watching TV, so no need to clean myself up further.
Exiting the bathroom, I feel the back of my neck heat when I meet Beck in the hall. She has put on black leggings and a long-sleeved pink shirt. A scarf holds her silky black hair on top of her head. She’s so beautiful.
“Hey, how are you feeling? Did you have a nice bath? You weren’t in there very long,” I ask as we walk down the stairs together.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she gushes. “I’m definitely coming back and doing that again. Maybe longer next time.”
“Well, this is a surprise.”
Beck gasps and grabs my hand so she doesn’t fall. Looking up, I see Carson leaning on the island with his chin in his palm, watching us.
“Seriously, what the fuck, Carson?” I glare at my friend as we continue down. “What are you doing here?”
