Chapter 15
NOTHING LITTLE ABOUT ME
DYLAN
My mouth watered and my feet moved on their own, entering the very occupied bathroom and staring a hole through the pink bra.
Steam curled through the shower, fogging the mirror, clinging to my skin the second I stepped inside.
My pulse hammered as I crouched and picked it up, dangling the delicate strap between my fingers like it was made of gold. Katie had worn it, so it might as well be. Heat rushed straight to my cock.
My throat went dry. My boxers were already getting tight as hell.
And then… oh, fuck yes! My eyes snagged on something even better. A tiny thong lying innocently on top of the familiar skirt. I bent down, picked it up, and before I could stop myself, I pressed it to my nose and inhaled.
Sweet. Musky. Katie.
It smelled like the best pussy in the world.
My monkey brain made my shorts tight as I shoved the thong into my back pocket like a pervert staking his claim.
The sound of the shower yanked me back to reality.
Right.
Katie. Naked. Wet. Inches away.
Behind that thin curtain.
My brain short-circuited.
I swallowed hard, adjusting my dick before it made a hole through my shorts and boxers.
I checked her bra size and nearly moaned. Thirty-four B. Hell yes! I’d been right all those years ago. Wow, I must be a genius.
And then, I lost my fucking mind.
I got rid of my clothes. Everything but my best pair of boxers (I had worn one of my good pairs of boxers and not the cartoon ones my friends got me as a birthday gift) and laid them intentionally so it would look like I entered the washroom stripping out of my sweaty sportswear.
Maybe God loved me today.
Maybe this was fate.
Once I was ready, I ran a hand through my hair, heart pounding, and made sure to rattle the doorknob loud enough to warn her before closing it shut with an audible click.
She definitely heard it. The shower turned off. Water dripped slowly onto the tile floor as the silence thickened.
The curtain shifted, and there she was. Hazel eyes peeking at me, looking wide and horrified.
“K-Katie?” I asked, my voice dripping with innocence and confusion.
Her lips parted and cheeks reddened as she clutched the shower curtain. “Ohmygod. Get out!”
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My cock was hard as steel, and she was naked and wet inches away.
“I didn’t know you were in my shower,” I said, my tone soft and teasing.
I heard her groan, and it made my cock twitch even though she was annoyed. “I told Amanda that I’d come straight from—but why are you here?”
Taking a step closer, I said, “I live here.”
Her breath hitched. Those gorgeous eyes flicked down for a split second. From my chest to the sharp vee leading into my boxers and then snapped back up.
“W-what are you doing?” Her voice was shaky. The kind of shaky that made my cock twitch harder.
“I don’t want to leave,” I said truthfully. I wanted to see her tits. Needed to put my mouth on her hard peaks. “You shouldn’t have ignored my text messages, darling.”
Her voice wavered when she said, “I ignored your messages because you’re… you’re Dylan!”
Ah, there it was.
Finally.
My lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. “And?”
“And?!” she said, exasperated. “You’re Amanda’s little brother!”
“Trust me, sweetheart,” I said, stepping close enough to fog the curtain with my breath. My jaw clenched as I dropped my voice to a low purr. “There’s nothing little about me. Not anymore.”
Her cheeks flushed. She clutched the curtain tighter, as if that thin fabric was saving her from me.
And fuck if I didn’t want to rip it down and bury my cock in her right now.
Maybe I would have put my mouth on her sensitive clit first, but she had annoyed me too much and I felt like punishing her.
“Let me in.” I leaned in closer and said, “Let me shower with you.”
“Are you crazy?”
My dick throbbed.
I grinned wickedly, palming my aching cock through my boxers so she could see the shape of it, thick and heavy, pressing against the fabric.
“I am.” I nodded, grabbing my bulge and fixing it. “For you.”
Her pupils were dilated. “You’re insane, Dylan.”
“Stop speaking dirty to me,” I smirked. “Or you’re gonna make me ruin my boxers. Again.”
Her mouth opened like she wanted to argue—but no words came. Just that stunned, flushed look that made me want to pin her against the tile and fuck her until she forgot her own name.
Her breath hitched when I hooked my fingers around the curtain and pulled it back, slow enough to give her time to shove me out. But she didn’t.
Fuck me.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
Because fuck.
She looked like a goddess of sex.
Katie stood there like every filthy fantasy I had ever had but wetter and sexier. Water trailed down her heavy breasts in rivulets, gliding over dusky nipples that looked hard enough to cut glass. They were round, perky and so fucking perfect.
“Holyshit…” I said in awe, my voice hoarse as my eyes slowly drank her in. My cock jerked against the thin barrier of my boxers. “You look like a fucking sin.”
“Dylan,” she called me, my eyes snapping to her flushed face. She swallowed. “We shouldn’t.”
I took a step forward. Then another. Until her back met the cold tile. She didn’t even flinch, just let me cage her in with my arms, palms pressing against the wall on either side of her head.
“Why not?” I challenged her. My voice was smoky and rough. My gaze slid down to her lips, then lower to her wet hair that stuck to her neck and shoulders, distracting me.
I was surprised I hadn’t already ruined my pants by cumming in them.
“What do you mean, why not?” she said. “You’re… you. Dylan. I-I can’t. This is wrong. We shouldn’t.”
But her eyes betrayed her. Dropping low to where my boxer was hanging on for its dear life.
I closed the distance between us and savored the sharp intake of her breath when my bulge pressed against her stomach. Her breath hitched when my lips grazed her ear.
“Then why…” I licked her ear shell, clenching my fist when she gasped. “Are you this wet, Katie?”
She swallowed, fists curling like she wanted to push me away. But didn’t.
“You really don’t want to fuck me?” I teased, catching her slender wrist and guiding her hand down the hard plane of my abs. My pulse thundered in my ears when her palm skimmed lower.
My eyes were pinned to her face. Enjoyed the way she was gazing at me. Taking me in.
“Go on,” I coaxed, voice dropping into a filthy growl when I pressed her hand over the thick length straining against my boxers. “Tell me you don’t want to use me. Tell me you don’t want to ride my cock until you forget your own name.”
She licked her lower lip which was plum and wet.
I moved my hips, humping her palm like a dog in heat. “Please,” I whispered, biting her earlobe. “I’ll beg if you want me to.”
Katie’s lashes fluttered as her hand moved on its own. Exploring. Stroking.
“Fuck…” I let out a low moan. I dropped my head onto her shoulder as she teased me through the damp fabric.
“Then beg,” she whispered.