Chapter 21
Levi
Claire was a fantasy come to life. Hot and pink from the water, no bubbles, all soft flesh and blurred heat. Her leg had been slung out of the tub, her nipples hard and poking out of the water when she threw her head back in silent pleasure. Eyes clenched tight as her hand worked under the water; I could only imagine what she was doing.
I came back to grab a quick shower after Ripley decided to roll in a puddle and then demanded to be carried back to the truck. There was no way I could have possibly expected to find the object of all my dirty dreams, soaked and waiting for me in my bathtub.
When I realized she was in there, I had already walked in.
When I realized what she was doing, I froze .
When I heard her gasp my name, I almost came.
I had called her name.
I had tried. I didn’t mean to watch for even the seconds that I had. But she had been so beautiful, and my body was frozen with surprise and indecision.
My balls were so high and tight, my cock so hard; one brush, and I’d explode.
Now she offered me to stay. Claire studied me with heavy-lidded eyes, waiting for an answer.
What was I supposed to do here? My entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out. How could I feel like I was going to burst into flame and still be frozen in place?
I could stay. I could stay. The possibility of that short-circuited my brain.
“Well,” she said after a long silence. “You do what you got to do,” she said.
I swallowed with difficulty. Any second, my feet would carry me out of here.
“But I was sort of in the middle of something.” Her long, silky leg lifted out of the water. At the same time, she rested her head back with a sigh, and one hand trailed down her thigh as the other luxuriously crossed her collar, causing water to collect and pool in the little dip I wanted so badly to lick.
Fuck. Fuck .
Leave! I screamed in my mind.
“I don’t mind you watching,” she said, giving me one long look as her hand began to work under the water. Had she really just said that? I groaned and somehow got even harder. Even the cotton of the towel against my cock was close to making me come.
What I wouldn’t give to see what she was doing and memorize it so I could do it for her every day.
Her cheeks were flushed with color, but she never broke the bold gaze moving over my body. I felt my cock twitch again, as though if it tried hard enough, it could pull the towel away. My hips jutted out as I rocked forward on my toes, none of which I consciously did. My body was drawn to her.
Her back arched on a sharp gasp, pressing her breasts up and out of the water. The hard nipples broke the surface tension first, followed by the full cups, water streaking around and down them. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck them into my mouth, really make her scream.
“Jesus,” I gasped.
Her gaze challenged, taunted. She was really doing this. She was moaning more frequently, louder, soft little inhales growing closer together, as her arm worked a steady motion.
She stared so hard at my towel; it was like she was trying to catch it on fire.
It was a challenge, and suddenly, I found myself feeling competitive.
Tentatively, questioningly, I moved my hand under the towel. Her eyebrows lifted, mouth parting as she watched me. Was I really doing this? Were we really doing this? It felt decided already. There was no leaving this room now. Not when we were locked in this dirty dare .
I kept my gaze riveted to hers as I widened my stance, decision made. I found my cock. I kept the towel in place with the other, allowing the tease to be enough. Like she was doing for me. To me.
I sucked in a sharp breath as I wrapped my hand around it and pumped it, once long and slow. I felt harder than I’d ever been; the skin burned. My precum dripped over onto my thumb and onto the towel.
Her mouth fell open, her gaze focusing on the motion of my hand.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Her hand teased as the tension grew and grew. The elegant slope of her neck into her shoulders was captivating as the water splashed around them, creating rivulets at her jerking movements. Her eyes didn’t close this time, they were open and locked on me. They also seemed to struggle to remain in one place. She looked at my face and hands and …
“I’ve imagined this. You,” she said. “And so much more.”
I ground my jaw. She had to stop talking or this would be over too fast.
“You’re so hot,” she said like it was painful. “I wish?—”
“No. Don’t,” I said instantly.
Whatever she was about to say, I couldn’t hear. I was already using all my strength to not come. I had to wait for her to come first, even if it killed me.
She whined, her legs rubbing together, the flush on her chest spreading up her neck. God, what it would be like to fuck her. To make her moan like that while those thighs wrapped tight around me, while her perfect tightness clenched me deeper. I bit hard into my lip, squeezed hard around the base of my cock, to keep from coming. It was dirty and the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen, and I wasn’t even touching her. But it was her. It was her when I did this and thought of her. It was her that was getting me off now.
“Levi.” Her legs shifted, she called out, almost in pain.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I told her honestly, worried that the rawness in my voice might give too much away. “Please show me how you come. Claire, please,” I begged.
“Oh, God.” Her head fell back, eyes squeezed tight as she called out loudly. “I’m?—”
She stopped when her whole body froze at its peak. The tendons of her neck were strained, nipples rock hard, water sloshing all over as her body went rigid, breath frozen after being sucked in. Under the water, her muscles would be clenching repeatedly and I wished I could feel it. I imagined stepping closer, releasing on those perfect breasts. The mark of me on soft skin and hard nipples.
Fire burned up my spine, and I came, shooting rope after rope of cum into the towel.
I grunted the last aftershock, even more thankful for the decision to keep the towel in place. A light wind would knock me over as I gathered my breath and waited to find some stability. Claire also panting, collected herself in the now silent—except for our breathing—room .
Eventually, she shifted and made a sound of distress as she brought her leg back into the tub.
“Are you okay?” I asked, panting, the heat of the moment giving way to awkwardness.
“Yeah. Rough angle. I just don’t think I did anything to help the knot I came here to get rid of.” She sat up in the tub, breasts on full display, no shame, as her head stretched side to side. Her arm was wrapped to rub at a spot between her shoulder blades, making them move in a hypnotizing manner. “Are you okay?” she asked gently. “I hope that wasn’t too much.”
Too much? Not nearly enough. And I was so far from okay. My whole body hummed with release and some parts shame, but mostly, I just wanted her even more. I wanted so much more. I gripped the dirtied towel tighter, anxious to get out of it, anxious to shower and have a few minutes to analyze all that I felt.
“Ahem, no. That was good,” I said before my silence could go on too long.
Her gaze quickly flicked over me. She smiled. “Okay, good.”
She leaned forward and pulled the plug from the drain. With no warning, she stood and got out of the tub, her entire front revealed. Water traveled down her shoulders and collar, making rivulets under her nipples and around her belly button. Her smooth belly, hips, and the swollen lips of her vulva were perfectly on display. I almost fell to my knees then to worship every inch with my tongue.
I turned away before my hard-on came back. Not that it had gone away completely .
She stepped closer, and her finger picked at something on my chest. “You’re so dirty,” she said.
“What?” I gasped out.
“The mud?” A slow smile made her dimples pop. “I’ll let you get to your shower. Thanks for that. It was fun.”
She reached across me, arm brushing my chest and bicep, stealing my breath, to grab an extra towel on the sink.
I clenched my jaw so hard, tension popped it. I would not look at that perfectly round ass tempting me. If I grabbed her hips and slid a finger into her, she’d be wet and swollen from her orgasm.
“Bye, Levi,” she said, shooting me one last look. “I’m around if you ever want to do that again.”
My nostrils flared as she sauntered out of the restroom.