4. Showertime
Chapter four
Showertime
Riley
I wake up the next morning a panting mess, but I’m going to be fucking late. I hop in the shower and stand under the spray, letting the water cascade down my body. Grabbing my loofa, I lather it with soap and rub it all over my skin. I hear the bathroom door open and Peyton is standing there, completely fucking naked, with lust in her eyes. I visibly swallow as I take her in.
She’s so fucking pretty with her short black hair and bright gray eyes. Her body is to die for. Her perfect round tits with pink supple nipples, hourglass shaped hips leading down to her always wet pussy and squishy ass. I should’ve never stopped hooking up with her to be with Jake. The biggest mistake thus far.
She doesn’t say anything as she walks over and steps into the shower with me. Taking the loofa from my hand, she never breaks eye contact as she places it back on the holder. Squirting my soap in her hand, she rubs them together, creating a sudsy friction before she glides them up my stomach to my tits. My breathing hitches at the anticipation of her touching my nipples. I rub my thighs together hoping she didn't notice, but her eyes leave mine and trail down, landing between my legs as her hand circles both my tits, pulling at my nipples.
“Do I make you nervous, Bluebird?” She asks. I swallow hard, shaking my head as her fingers pull at my hardened peaks before letting go and sliding up my chest and neck. I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks. She must’ve too because she smirks as she wraps her small hand around my throat, causing my body to shutter.
Biting back a moan, she brings her lips to mine, kissing me slowly. I shouldn’t be doing this with her. I have a boyfriend. Fuck, but she feels so good, and her taste is out of this world. I push her away and my fingers touch my lips. Her eyes narrow at me and I shake my head.
“We shouldn’t. I have a boyfriend, Peyton,” I say as she squeezes my throat tighter.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t give a fuck,” she quips, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. As our tongues swirl together, I moan, pulling her closer to me. Reaching down, I grab her ass, squeezing her soft flesh as she groans into my mouth. She removes her hand from my throat, wrapping around the back of my head and gripping my soaked hair as her other hand slides between my thighs, caressing my needy clit. I pull away from the kiss, shaking my head as I lean into her again, moving my hand to find her clit as I continue digging my nails into her ass cheek with the other. “You may have a boyfriend, Bluebird, but he sure as fuck doesn’t make you sing like I do,” she whispers before releasing a breath with a moan as I circle my fingers faster against her clit.
“It’s wrong, Peyton. But fuck if it doesn’t feel so right,” I whine, and she pulls away.
“What the fuck?” I grit as my chest heaves with want.
“You don’t get to cum until you admit that this is right!” She spits before she leaves the shower without another word. Jesus fucking Christ. Shit. I’m going to be so fucking late for the tutoring session! I hurry the fuck up, get out of the shower and get ready for hell. I seethe as I throw on leggings and a hoodie.
Grabbing my phone and laptop, I throw it in my bag and head to the library across campus. I’m dreading this cold walk. You would think I’d be used to it since I’ve lived my whole life in upstate New York, but the bitter cold seeps deep within my bones and I hate it. I’d much rather have a hot summer day with the sun shining down on my face. That sounds so fucking nice right now. I didn't realize how lost in thought I was until I found myself at the door to the library.
Now it's time to meet with the one and only, Mr. Playboy of the year, Asher Abernathy.