Fowl Play (Tuft Swallow)

27. Brian

CHAPTER 27

Just to spite her, I scroll through her Netflix suggestions and cue up episode one of Bridgerton. I can practically hear her eyes roll behind me, but I know firsthand just how much an addictive, sexy show can help distract someone from their own problems. I may have binged a few episodes myself when Zeke first broke up with me.

Don’t judge me. Rege Jean Page is hot as fuck, and he’s totally got that unaffected don’t-hate-the-player-hate-the-game thing that I find so unbearably attractive down.

But as I settle into the couch with Kodi, grab her legs, pull her feet onto my lap, and dive into the shrimp lo mein, a comfortable silence falls over us as we both get whisked away by Julie Andrews’ narration.

“Oh my God,” Kodi mutters twenty minutes into the episode, now munching on Doritos. “Is Lady Whistledown like London’s version of The Nosy Pecker?”

I almost spray my mouthful of noodles over the coffee table at her observation. “Uh, more like the other way around, I’m pretty sure.”

“Excuse you,” Kodi snorts. “Tuft Swallow has existed way longer than whatever book series this is based off of.”

I shake my head. “Sure, babe. Whatever you say.”

“Don’t call me babe.” She tries to pull her feet away from me, and I snatch them back over my lap before she can.

“Nuh-uh-uh, Miss Independent. Once I eat my fill of this, you are getting the foot rub of a lifetime. No ifs, ands, or butts about it.”

She scowls at me. I scowl back.

“Fine.”

Her sour attitude softens when I begin the foot rub in earnest. The episode plays on, and aside from a few appreciative moans at my massage skills, we enjoy the rest of it in silence.

Until I start digging into the arch of her foot, and her noises get a little more suggestive.

“Oooo, that feels…really good,” she says in a low, relaxed tone, that I would almost describe as sultry if I didn’t know better. I chuckle at her, rubbing little circles under the ball of her foot. She moans again, and this time the sound coming from her throat elicits a different reaction in me.

Woah, there. Down boy.

I shift a little, and she cranes her neck up from the arm rest. “You okay? Are my legs too heavy?”

“No! No,” I assure her, scooting her feet a few inches toward my knees to prevent her from feeling the bulge starting to form in my pants. “You’re fine. How are you liking the show?”

“It’s…not bad,” she admits. “It’s really pretty to look at.”

“Relaxing, right?”

“Mm-hmm.” Her agreement comes out as a hum of pleasure, and my pants get tighter around my stiffening dick.

Okay, if she keeps making noises like that with her legs on my lap, we may have a problem.

I move my hands up to her ankles, kneading her soft, smooth skin with my fingers, and I feel her relax further into the couch. Her foot tilts and leans back into the crease of my lap, and I hold back a groan.

Fuck. That was hardly a brush. Why am I reacting so strongly to her?

I literally touch bodies everyday for work. What is it about Kodi that makes it so hard for me to keep professional distance?

I switch to rubbing her other foot, holding it a safe distance away from my hardening dick. Kodi didn’t exactly react kindly to the idea of us sleeping together earlier. The last thing I want is to undo all of her relaxation when she realizes I’m getting the most inconvenient boner of all time.

She’s going to think I have some kind of foot fetish.

Which I don’t, to be clear. This has nothing to do with me rubbing her feet, and everything to do with those indecent noises she’s making.

“Mmmm, there. Ugh, Brian, you are good at this.”

A lump forms in my throat. Jesus, don’t say my name like that.

This was a bad idea.

“Um, can I use your bathroom?” I toss out the question like a hail-Mary, desperate to get out from under her legs for a second so I can clear my head.

“Oh, sure.” She retracts her legs, and I try to adjust myself as subtly as I can while I get up. Luckily, her eyes are still fixed on the TV. “It’s just down the hall.”

“Thanks.”

The last bit of daylight that was streaming through the windows when I arrived has faded into dusk, darkening the apartment aside from the glow of the television. I stumble off to the bathroom and flick on the light, closing the door behind me before leaning into the sink.

That was close.

I turn the faucet and splash some cold water on my face, then dry it off with the hand towel hanging on the rack, giving myself a minute to calm down. For a single person in her twenties, Kodi has a surprisingly clean and well-organized bathroom. Matching linens are stacked on a shelf above the toilet, and the sink is neatly lined with scented hand soap, her toothpaste, toothbrush, and?—

I freeze. Whatever relaxing my dick had accomplished in the minute it took for me to wash my face is completely undone when I see what’s sitting on the edge of her counter.

Is that…?

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I back up a step, bumping into the closed door behind me and collapsing against it. So far, I like to think I’ve been doing a good job of being professional with Kodi. Sure, there have been moments like tonight where my attraction gets the better of me, but I’ve always been able to stay calm and keep my distance. She’s my patient, after all, and even with all this fake-girlfriend nonsense, we’ve limited the touching and kisses to a minimum. Retained a safe, friendly wall up so as to not blur the line between us.

Because in none of the scenarios we’ve negotiated have we ever discussed actually…having a relationship.

A real one.

A kiss or two is nothing. Child’s play. Easy to turn on and off. But I’ve been under the impression that anything more than that, anything that would be inappropriate to do in an environment where some Tit Peeper could see it and get their Pecker in a twist, was off the table. Especially when the whole reason she agreed to pretend to be my girlfriend in the first place was so I could win my ex back.

And part of how I’ve kept that a distinct impossibility is by refusing to think of what anything more with Kodi might look like.

Feel like.

But the second I see her waterproof, hot pink, magic wand vibrator on her bathroom counter, all the thoughts I’ve been keeping at bay since we first kissed at the cornhole game flood directly into my bloodstream, bypassing my brain and heading directly to my cock.

Fuuuuuuck.

The sounds of Kodi’s moans of pleasure from her foot rub replay in my head, this time replaced by visions of my hands grasping even further up her legs, holding that toy of hers right to the spots that drive her crazy…

“Gahh–” I gasp out, my dick pressing insistently against my zipper. I adjust myself again, which does nothing to relieve the pressure there. Think of anything else, anything–do NOT think about sleeping with your fake girlfriend.

“Brian?”

Kodi’s voice rings out from behind the door, and I jump. She sounds like she’s shouting from the couch.

“Yeah?”

“Mind if I start episode two?”

“No, go ahead, sorry–I’ll be right out!”

“Everybody poops, man. It’s okay.”

Heat rushes to my face. Great. Well, that’s one way to kill a boner.

I take another minute to calm down enough so I can pee, then wash my hands and get ready to head back into the living room. But as I’m drying my hands (again), I realize I don’t hear the sound of the TV anymore.

“Fuck. Brian?” Kodi calls again, and I stiffen.

Her voice is closer. Much closer. A second later, there’s a knock on the door.

“Brian?” She sounds panicked. And that’s when I realize exactly what’s happened.

She knows I’ve seen the vibrator.

A slow, evil smile spreads across my face, and I catch my own scheming expression in the mirror. Oh, wait.

Before, I was the one who was nervous. I saw her hot pink sex toy in the bathroom, and it was my little secret. A secret that drove me absolutely crazy, because it made me think about Kodi getting off, but something for me and me alone.

Now, she knows that I know about her evening activities in the bathtub. And if the tone of her voice is any indication, that’s driving her even more crazy. It wouldn’t make sense for me to hide it anymore, it’s out in the open. She’s just as horny as I am.

Suddenly, I’m tempted to tease her about it. See how she yes-ands her way out of this one.

This could be fun.

I pick up the wand and turn to face the door, twirling it between my fingers. “Yes, Kodi?”

“Um. You didn’t happen to–uh, you didn’t see, um…”

I turn the door handle open with my free hand and study the vibrant toy with the other. “See what?” I ask innocently.

Even in the darkness of the hallway, I can see the bright red of Kodi’s face spreading straight down her neck.

“This?” I take a moment to examine the toy curiously, feeling the heat radiating from the woman before me. “I was admiring it, actually. I’ve never seen one like this before. Does it have multiple settings?”

Her eyes go wide, and she silently pleads with me to stop touching her vibrator. I realize it’s cruel to tease her, especially when I was just fighting a boner in here a minute ago, but I can’t let this opportunity go. Not only am I saving myself embarrassment, but seeing Kodi worked up like this…

Oh fuck.

It’s too much fun.

I should stop.

I don’t want to.

What if I…

I press the button on the handle, and the heavy silicone ball at the top of the wand begins to buzz excitedly.

A noise escapes Kodi’s throat, and I think she might be about to scream.

I click the button again, and the buzzing increases.

“I didn’t realize my massage skills had competition.”

“I didn’t–you didn’t tell me you were coming over–”

“Were you playing with this when I got here?” I ask, suddenly flush with the picture of her doing that very thing, pleasuring herself in the bath, the hot water steaming up the mirror above the sink…

“No!” She shouts, coming to her senses, reaching to snatch the toy out of my hands. “Give it back!”

Instinctively, I raise the arm holding the wand above my hand, and she presses herself against me, pushing me into the sink and stretching to steal it out of my grasp. “Brian, give me my–the–”

“Your vibrator?” I click the button again, and this time it pulses. Her face gets impossibly redder, and she presses harder against me, now scrambling with her legs as if she can climb the eight inches’ worth of height difference between us and take away my fun. Her body rubs against mine, and I feel the pressure of her midsection grind against my pelvis, reawakening the erection I’d only just managed to calm down.

“Oh!” Kodi gasps, reeling back onto her heels, but I wrap my arm around her waist instinctively to keep her from falling. My cock pushes harder into the curve of her lower stomach, and I clench my teeth together, now just as embarrassed as she is.

We lock eyes, breathing heavily after our brief struggle, the only other sound mingling with our panting the mechanical buzz of the vibrator above our heads.

And then I crash my lips to hers.