Chapter 3
three
Wilder
“This isn’t exactly how I imagined this was going to work.” I scowl at the lump of clay on my wheel, willing it to take any shape other than the blob it currently is.
“And what exactly were you expecting?” Aspen’s laugh fills the empty workshop.
It seems Sadie had more cancellations than usual today, so we have the whole area to ourselves. Not that I mind being alone with Aspen. I just hoped it would be so busy that we would have to share a wheel and reenact the scene from the movie Ghost—the PG version of course.
I can’t exactly admit to Aspen that I expected to be sitting behind her, my front pressed tightly against her back, my arms wrapped around her.
Instead of lacing our fingers together and shaping the clay, I imagine her shaping the clay while I kiss her neck, run my hands over her chest, and massage her nipples into tight peaks.
It’s bad enough that the vision is so vivid in my mind, but with the old, tight, thin t-shirt Aspen is wearing, I can see those damn hard nipples mocking me.
When Aspen warned me to wear old clothes, I had no idea hers would be so worn.
Now my cock is standing at attention, waiting for me to make my move—which I plan to make, just not today.
“That I could make something other than a lump of nothing,” I say instead of what I’m really thinking.
“Here,” she says with a laugh, standing and walking over to my station.
“Let me help you.” Shocked beyond belief, I watch as she swings her leg over my chair, positioning herself behind me.
Her hard nipples press against my back as she reaches around me, placing her hands over mine, lacing our fingers together, and shaping the clay into something almost recognizable.
“Much better,” she whispers against my ear.
I’m a big guy with broad shoulders, but that doesn't stop Aspen from guiding my hands over the clay. To do so, she presses her body tighter against mine, opening her thighs wider to accommodate my hips, and I swear I can feel the heat of her pussy through her jeans on my back.
Gritting my teeth, I open my mouth to ask her a question, but all thoughts fly out of my head when I feel her hips shift against my back over and over, almost as if she’s using it to get herself off, which can’t be right—can’t it?
When her breath hitches against my ear and her body shivers, precum shoots from my cock, and I know without looking that there’s a wet spot on my jeans, thinking about Aspen orgasming right behind me.
“Sorry,” Sadie walks into the studio, conveniently cockblocking me.
“But your time is up. I have a private party that rented the studio for the rest of the night.” To her credit, Sadie looks sorry for interrupting us.
I wonder if she saw anything, or if it’s because Aspen and I are now sharing a chair.
“That’s okay.” Aspen slides out from behind me, and my back feels cold from the loss of her body heat. “We need to get ready for the second date.”
With more enthusiasm than I feel, I let Aspen lead me to the sink to get cleaned up, leaving me wondering if I dreamed the whole orgasm thing.
Then I notice her eyes keep shifting to the wet spot on the front of my pants and the proud smile tugging at her lips.
The little minx knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
Deciding to press my luck and see how far she’s willing to take this game she’s playing, I lean in pressing my front to her back and whisper in her ear, “I’m finished with my pre-cleaning and ready for a deep scrub down.”
Her body shivers against mine, and a small moan escapes her lips, confirming she’s just as affected by this game as I am.