8. Chapter 8
Chapter 8
When Paige woke up the next morning it was a little after 6:30 a.m., and for a moment, she just lay there in disbelief. She’d slept almost nine hours. In a row. Shocked, she blinked in the dim, early morning light, not having felt this refreshed in God knew how long. She was a new woman, ready to take on the world and she rolled over to share her good mood with David, only to find his side of the bed empty.
His clothes were also gone.
She was alone.
It took her a second to remember he’d set an alarm (which she’d obviously slept through) and was considering the possibility he might’ve already left, when she heard the sound of running water coming from the guest bathroom down the hall. With an unusual amount of energy—and a critical need to pee—Paige climbed out of bed and practically jogged the short distance to the master bath, where she quickly took care of her full bladder. Once finished, she made her way to the guest bath and found the door closed.
She knocked twice. “David?”
When there was no response, she tried the door knob and found it turned easily. Slowly, she opened the door, pushing away any thought that she might be invading his privacy, because honestly, what was she supposed to do? Notlook into an unlocked bathroom, when David was taking a shower, with soapy water running down his body?
If he’d been worried about privacy, he would’ve locked the door.
That would be her justification, anyway, if she had to defend her actions. In the meantime, though, she was going in.
The small space was a little steamy, but Paige immediately spotted David in the shower. His back was to her, his head bent, and he had one hand braced against the tile wall as he engaged in what was clearly self-love with the other hand.
No wonder he hadn’t heard her knock.
Fascinated, she watched him jerk off for a moment through the clear shower door, taking in his concentrated effort, the fluid, even strokes; she’d never seen him do this, but it looked like he was pretty good at it.
On silent feet, Paige bypassed the tub on her way to the shower door, opening it just enough to pop her head in. Not surprisingly, he remained unaware of her presence, so she cleared her throat and said, “Excuse me.”
His hand came to an abrupt stop and he slowly looked over his shoulder, his expression one of fabricated innocence. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she returned with narrowed eyes.
“Did I wake you up? I was trying to be quiet by showering in here.”
Instead of responding to his obviously thoughtful gesture, she glanced pointedly at his hand, which was holding his cock in a tight grip. “What are you doing? I thought the rule was no self-love. So, unless you’re just really washing the hell out of your dick, you have some explaining to do.”
David tilted his head, innocent expression still firmly in place. “Actually, the rule is no self-love unless the other person is ‘present’, and technically you were present …in the apartment.”
“Are you serious with that bullshit loophole?” Paige asked, not mentioning that the sight of him masturbating had been extremely erotic, or that she would’ve liked to see it from the front.
“Yes. To the serious part, not the bullshit part,” he was quick to clarify. “I woke up with a very persistent hard-on and when I got in the shower, it wouldn’t go away, no matter what I thought about. Abused pets on those ASPCA commercials. That time I had food poisoning. Taking a puck to the balls during a floor hockey game when I was ten. This—” he sort of waved his erection at her, “—just wouldn’t go away. I had no choice but to—”
“Slither through a bullshit loophole and rub one out while I was asleep in the next room, none the wiser?”
“I object to the word ‘slither’. I wasn’t slithering. And it’s not a bullshit loophole. But even if it was, I had to get rid of this.” Again, he waved his erection at her. “Otherwise, it was going to make driving really uncomfortable,” he said. Then at the look of confusion on her face, added, “It’s a thing. If you had a cock, you’d understand.”
Paige was glad she didn’t, if it had the power to negatively affect one’s driving. “So, were you going to tell me about this breach in our agreement, if you’d gotten away with it?”
“Honestly, probably not. Mainly because I wasn’t doing it for pleasure. I was doing it for the release.”
“There’s a difference?”
“Yeah, a big one.” He met her eyes over his shoulder. “Complete honesty, right?”
“Right.”
“I would’ve loved to have had sex with you almost every day when we were together, but that didn’t happen for reasons I didn’t understand then, but do now. So, quickly rubbing one out in the shower before you got up in the morning or after you fell asleep at night, was the only way I didn’t lose my fucking mind. That was release, not pleasure. And that’s the difference.”
A wave of sadness washed over Paige at his blunt words. To be wanted that much was a gift and it was a gift she hadn’t been able to appreciate, let alone reciprocate. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I know. But I can still be sorry that you were reduced to that.”
She slid her panties down to the floor and stepped into the small enclosure. His eyes gathered heat as they travelled over every inch of her body before she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her breasts against his back and her cheek against the tattoo of her face.
“Are you really mad at me?” David asked.
“Not as much as I was. But my feelings are a little hurt that you didn’t wake me up to help you with your ‘persistent hard-on’.”
“Believe me, it crossed my mind because you’re the reason I had it to begin with, but you were exhausted last night. And you’d said you wanted to sleep for ten hours, so … I was letting you.”
Paige stepped around him enough to see his face as the spray of the shower rained down on them. “I appreciate that. It was very sweet of you to let me sleep, but I’m awake now, so hand it over.”
“Hand it over? You mean my cock?”
“Yes. I’m in charge now.”
“Oh, you are? Says who?”
“Says me. And this is no longer just about release.”
While David watched with a combination of amusement and curiosity, Paige pried his fingers off his erection and replaced them with her own.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asked, his voice a little husky.
“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
“I guess so.”
She began stroking him firmly, yet leisurely, enjoying the contrast of hot, silky skin encasing male hardness; the brief experience she’d gotten that night in her entryway had been nothing more than an unsatisfying teaser. Deciding she needed a little extra lubrication, she grabbed the bottle of shower gel from the recessed shelf and squeezed a generous amount onto the length of his cock. Her rhythm immediately picked up, becoming faster and more fluid, enabling her to get down to the business of rocking his world.
With a low groan, David widened his stance, then leaned forward until his forearms were pressed against the shower wall. Closing his eyes, he submitted total control to Paige and quickly got lost in her.
She seemed to surround him, using more than just the hand on his cock to bring him pleasure, elevating the hand job to an almost full body experience—for both of them. She semi-straddled one of his legs, then playfully ground her pussy against his thigh, making him sigh at the unexpected, intimate contact. Her foot rubbed along the top of his, oddly comforting, while her short fingernails running up and down his back and along his ass cheek made his skin erupt in goosebumps, despite the hot water. She pressed her hard nipples against his side and nuzzled his neck, occasionally nipping at the skin and laughing softly when he groaned.
David was in a constant state of stimulation and when her hand switched up the rhythm, adding a swirling squeeze up and over his sensitive, flared crown, his hips started to thrust forward, as if he was fucking her hand. “Oh, Jesus,” he muttered.
“Open your eyes and watch me finish you off,” she told him.
With effort, David did as he was told, and when he looked down at her hand working his cock with a punishing rhythm, his entire body tensed. Electrical current raced up his legs to his spine, gathering at the base before rushing to his balls. A second later, as her hand tightened around his cock, he released his first stream of come onto the tile wall with a loud groan. Her fingers continued to milk him through each successive release and when he was finally done, she gave one last, long stroke to his softening length, before gently releasing him.
David took several deep breaths while his heart pounded and his legs trembled like a newborn colt’s. “I guess you do know what you’re doing.”
She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “I might have watched a few hand job videos on Pornhub.”
Then she pressed both hands to his cheeks and turned his head so that he was looking at her. His face was flushed, his eyes heavy with sexual satisfaction, and she knew without a doubt that she’d never seen anything as beautiful as he was right then.
And she had done that.
With a hint of a smile, she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, overcome with a sense of exhilaration that she’d just decimated him with a hand job.
A really good hand job, but still basically just a hand job.