Chapter 8 #2
Reaching between us, her hand grazes my cock, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me. I’ve never been a fan of shower sex, and there’s a bit of a height difference between us that would make it difficult, but I’m tempted to try. If we could do it safely, I’d already be inside her.
Her kisses become urgent as she teases her clit, then slips two fingers inside her.
I slide my hand lower, adding my middle finger with hers, needing to feel her.
She gasps into my mouth and I do my best to swallow her screams; it’s only a matter of time before her friend discovers there’s more than one person in the bathroom.
“More,” she breathes, and I oblige, slipping my ring finger into her tight pussy. She’s so fucking wet, and it’s definitely not from the shower water. I’m just surprised she’s this ready for me.
“What do you need?”
“Nothing, just kiss me.”
I press her against the shower wall and hike her leg over my hip. Unable to help myself, I grind my length against our joined hands, and pick up the pace, matching the movement of my hips and my fingers. Our breaths ragged, I push closer, giving her the pressure she’s seeking.
“I’m close. Come with me,” she murmurs against my lips, and unfortunately her sultry words are my undoing. I can’t hold on a moment longer, hot spurts of my release coating her stomach and slipping lower to our hands.
“Fuck!” I pull back, and her eyes are wide, but mine fall to the mess I made. I grip my cock, edging the last of my release. “Take them out.”
Aubrey glances down, finally noticing the issue, and her hands fly up as if she’s under arrest. There’s a pounding out the door, startling both of us. “Shit,” she gasps, both of us glancing at the sound.
“Are you okay in there?” Tracy shouts through the door.
“I, uh… yeah. Fine. Everything is… fine.”
“Okay, well, I’m headed out. I’ll see you in a little bit.”
The shower is too loud and I can’t make out retreating footsteps. I can’t even enjoy what just happened because I may have ruined everything by selfishly playing with her bare. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I’m fine. It’s… fine.”
“None of this is fine,” I growl. Taking a quick inventory of our space, I zero in on the shower gel, but we didn’t bother to bring a wash cloth in here.
How could I be so careless? Pissed mostly at myself, I demand, “Stay here,” and fling open the shower door to locate something—anything—that might help.
I make it exactly three steps on the faux-tile and slip, falling onto my ass. “Fuck!”
Aubrey shuts off the shower and peers around the glass. “Jamie! Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I groan. “My ass is a little sore, but I’ll be all right. I need to get you cleaned up.”
She steps out, drying her feet on the shower mat, then pads over to the stack of towels to grab a washcloth. Returning, she drops to her knees and offers it to me, then helps me sit up. “Most of it’s in the shower, but you’re right, we should probably get cleaned up…”
“What if you accidentally pushed my cum inside you?”
“I’m not worried about it. Sure, I’m ovulating, but I told you, the clinic shoved a fertilized egg up my pussy.
So even if there is the slimmest of chances that your little spermies swam upstream to fertilize the other egg, I’d be pregnant with twins.
I’m sure your cum is magical, but not that magical. ”
“Please never say that string of words ever again.”
Pressing her hand over my heart, her fingers tracing my rose tattoo, she agrees, “Never again. Promise. Are you sure you’re okay?”
We’re strangers, she’s off-limits, so why the hell does the thought of her being pregnant with my child turn me on?
“I’m sure, but I won’t be needing the washcloth…” I pull her to me and roughly kiss her, then carefully lift her until she’s straddling my face. She’s not shy, there’s no hovering, letting me clean up the mess I made until she comes twice for me, soaking my chin.
As I’m pulling a third orgasm from her, I fist my cock, coming all over my stomach, with some of my release hitting her lower back.
Aubrey reaches behind and swipes her thumb over the head of my cock, bringing it to her lips and licking it clean.
“You should’ve warned me. I would’ve taken it in my mouth. ”
My dick likes her little taunts a little too much, but no matter how much I want to continue playing with her, we need to get ready for dinner, or someone will be suspicious that both of us are missing.
If we’re not snowed-in, maybe I can bring her back to my place this week where she can be as loud as she wants and neither of us have to worry about getting caught.
Once we’re cleaned up, I rub at my jaw, in desperate need of a shave. “Do you happen to have a razor?”
“I have this.” Digging in her bag, she pulls out what looks like a trimmer. It’s pastel pink, cordless, and should get the job done. “But it’s meant for my lady garden.”
I bark out a laugh. “Lady garden?”
“You know, winter bush? What do you think us women do in between waxes? How else do I keep myself smooth?”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve never heard anyone call it that before. It’s a little disturbing.”
“That was the point; you don’t want to use it on your face.”
My brows pinch and I snatch it from her grasp. “I just had my mouth on your cunt a few minutes ago. Why would I care about your trimmer being used there? For what it’s worth, I don’t give a fuck how little or how much hair you have, I’d happily let you drench my face again.”
Her mouth opens then closes without rebuttal. It’s a small win, but I’ll take it. I power it on and get as close of a shave as I can on my cheeks. I leave my mustache and a little on my chin—there’s a good chance she’ll enjoy the friction later if we have another opportunity to sneak away.
My little temptress watches me while applying her makeup, but I remain focused on the mission.
Having someone like Aubrey look at me like this, there are no words to explain what it does to me.
It isn’t just lust, there’s curiosity mixed with, dare I say, admiration.
If all I get is a week to have her fall for me, I have my work cut out for me.
She can deny it all she wants, but this isn’t ending when the summit does.
I shut her pussy tamer off and rinse. As I drag a towel down my face, our eyes lock in the mirror, then she turns to look at me, and sighs, “I’m sorry we don’t have more time.
” Taking me by surprise, she lifts onto her toes and kisses me, smearing her lipstick.
I have to keep myself from taking it further or we’ll never leave her room.