39. Soapy
Chapter thirty-nine
Soapy
Edward
“I just need to take a shower and I’ll be right with you, bud. Are you going to be okay in here?”
“Uh-huh.” He doesn’t look up from the markers he’s scribbling with all over his coloring book. To each his own.
“Did Mom give you breakfast?”
“Nuh-uh.”
Dammit.
“What do you feel like? Peanut butter and jelly?”
“Just jelly.”
“If you want just jelly, then you’re not getting any juice. That’s too much sugar.”
“Okay,” he whines as he flips the page and starts scrawling over a fresh page.
“Five minutes. And hey, if you’re lucky, you might see Miss Bailey today.”
“Miss Bailey!?” He perks up and stands from his tiny red plastic chair. “Where is she?”
I chuckle under my breath and ruffle his hair.
“She could be on her way. You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”
“Don’t make fake promises,” he grumbles, trying to smack my hand away.
“Sorry, sorry. After my shower, I can call and see if she wants to come over. Is that fair?”
“Uh-huh.”
He retakes his seat and I close the door behind me, leaving it open just a crack. I rush to the bathroom as quietly as I can go and throw the door open. Maria is all wrapped up in a towel; her hair is mostly dry.
“Damn it...”
“Heh, sorry about that. The shower’s all yours, though.”
I’m not going to accept that.
I strip in front of her and toss my clothes into a pile, grabbing her wrist in passing and pulling her into the shower behind me. She lets out a squeal but doesn’t fight me.
“I just got dry!”
“And you can dry off again. But I need some help cleaning myself off.”
Maria gives me a look, her left brow twitched high.
“No, you don’t.”
“No, but it’s more fun this way. Come on, let me have some fun. It’s only fair since I had to duck out early.”
“Oh, right. Alex’s out there, isn’t he?”
“In his room, coloring.” I pull her against me and bury my face against her neck. She smells nice, and the curve of her rear fits perfectly against my crotch.
“His mom brought him over earlier than I expected. She has a meeting.”
“A meeting?”
“... personal stuff. It’s not my story to tell. Hey, maybe someday you can meet her. I think you’d like her.”
“If she’s partly responsible for how cheerful that little boy is, then most likely. You’ve got a good kid out there.”
“You’ve helped with that too, you know.” I kiss the edge of her jaw and squeeze her a little tighter.
I could stay like this forever.
We stand like this for a while before I feel the temperature dip.
“You’ve hogged all my hot water, haven’t you?” I spin her out of the way so that I can get under the stream. It’s just barely warm, which means I’m already running low.
“Darnit...” I quickly lather up and wash myself off with what little warm water is left, my eyes playfully shooting daggers in Maria’s direction.
“What can I say, I enjoy a hot soak.”
She doesn’t even sound apologetic.
“And hey, I wasn’t the only one in here. You want someone to blame, you’re going to have to add Stanley and Drake to the chopping block too.”
“They’re not here. You are.” I cup my hands under the stream and toss water right at her face. She lets out a scream that echoes off the bathroom walls.
We need to be more quiet.
I bring a finger to my lips and nod at the door; Alexander is still right outside. Maria makes a zipping motion over her mouth before drawing closer. She loops her arms around my shoulders.
“You know... you never got to finish, what with Alex and all...”
She blindly slips a soapy hand between my thighs and runs her palm up my length. I clap a hand over my mouth to stifle the delightful moan eager to leave my throat. Maria beams with pride that she’s able to exert so much control over me.
I’m still rearing from earlier since my ecstasy never came to fruition. A dull ache hangs below my girth and I have to grab onto the shower curtain rod to stop myself from losing my footing.
“I told Alex five minutes,” I gasp under my breath, my hips eagerly thrusting my length deeper into her soapy hands.
“Oh, we’ve got time.”
Once I’m all soaped up, she slathers the insides of her thighs with more soap and presses herself against me. My girth slips easily between her, the tip of my head resting against her entrance.
“You like how they felt inside you?” I grip her hips tighter as I grind my length between her thighs, the combination of water and soap making the perfect lubrication.
“It was...” She swallows thickly. “Exhilarating.”
“Yeah? How good?”
“So good I want to do it again. With all three of you this time.” Maria sways her hips and guides her folds along my length with each of my thrusts. It’s obvious she hasn’t had enough as she starts rubbing herself against me, her pace eager and wanting.
“Yeah? And where would you want me? Here?” My fingers split her labia so I can watch her sensitive clit rub against my girth. It’s already swollen and pink, though I can’t tell if it’s from a fresh arousal or from the early morning events.
“Here,” she replies, retrieving my hand from her crotch and guiding it up to her mouth, her lips parting as she takes two of my fingers into her mouth. She locks eyes with mine, her head guiding her tongue up and down the length of my digits.
Fuck...
Thick drool coats my fingers, making them slick inside her mouth. She hums around them as she continues to suck them off, watching in delight as I become entranced by the act.
“And I want you to come here...” Strands of saliva hang from her lips as she guides my hand to between her breasts, her shoulders hunched so that they’re pressed together.
A painful heat suddenly bathes my loins as I unexpectedly come between her thighs, my load landing on the porcelain tiles behind her.
“Fuuuuckk...”
My entire body twitches with bliss as thick ribbons of cum continue to spill out of me. At least I won’t have any clean-up to do.
“Keep going,” she whispers against my cheek. Her hips are grinding harder on me now, her pace picking up speed.
Already? How many is she going to have?
“Look at me,” I command under my breath, watching the heave of her chest as another wave strikes her. She does so, her lip catching between her teeth.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Good... unh...”
“How good?”
“Edward...” She parts her folds again to enhance the friction against her clit.
“Yeah?”
“Shutthefuckup... anh!”
The orgasm is short and sweet, her tongue dragging across her lips. I palm her breasts and press my lips to a perky nipple, my tongue flicking across the flesh to add to her pleasure.
“Heh, told you we had time.” She reaches behind her and wraps her hand around my length, milking me dry until the last of my pleasure fades.
“That’s... not fair...” I manage between my gasps for air. I hadn’t wanted it to end that quickly, but the sight of her, the feel of her...
She knows how to please my body.
“To be honest, I’ve had more sex with you than the other guys. So they have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Wait... what?” Did she really just say that?
“What?”
“You said they have catching up to do. Does that mean...?”
Her expression changes, her mouth forming a silent “oh.”
“I... guess I did, didn’t I? Let’s... shelve that conversation for another day, okay?”
I’m not one to pressure her, but I would be lying if I said that my hopes haven’t been raised. But I don’t need a repeat of last time. Not if I want this to work out.
“I think my five minutes are up. I told Alex you might be coming by, so expect him to be surprised.”
“What else does he know? About me not being around?”
“Nothing, really. I said you had some personal matters to deal with, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to see him.”
“Oh. I was afraid you’d told him that you fired me.”
“Except I didn’t. You left... quit? We never really established that, did we?”
“No, I guess we didn’t.” Maria grabs the showerhead so that we can finish rinsing the soap off ourselves.
“I can get dressed and sneak out into the hallway. That way, he can open the door for me. Does that work for you?”
“Heh, I don’t see why not.” I grab her towel from off the floor and hand it to her... then realize too late I didn’t grab one for myself.
“You go ahead and get dressed and head out there. I’ll be out in a sec.”
Maria kisses my cheek and quickly towels herself off.
I run a hand over my scalp as I try my best not to drip all over my carpet.
She’s already pulling on her clothes by the time I grab a towel and start drying myself.
I can’t help but smile as I watch her, her words echoing in the back of my head again.
She’s at least thinking about it. That’s the most any of us could have hoped for.