Chapter 6 #3
“Masturbating isn’t cheating,” Kylee murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the steady stream of water cascading down her body.
Her breath hitched as her fingers trailed lower, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves that had been throbbing with need ever since Rio’s smoldering gaze had burned into her memory earlier that day.
She leaned back against the wall of the luxurious shower, letting the steam envelop her as she gave in to the ache that had been building inside her all evening.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mind wandered back to Rio, his confident smirk, the way his muscular frame moved with effortless grace, and the way he had looked at her like she was the only person in the room.
The thought of his hands on her skin, his lips on hers, sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.
Her fingers began to move faster, firmer, as she imagined it was him touching her, teasing her, bringing her closer to the edge.
The water splashed against her breasts, sending shivers down her spine as she cupped one hand over her nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers.
Her other hand dipped lower, sinking into her pussy as she moaned softly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.
She could feel herself tightening, her body coiling like a spring, ready to snap at any moment.
But then she froze. A prickling sensation crept up her neck, a sudden awareness that she wasn’t alone. Her eyes snapped open, and there he was. Rio. Standing just outside the fogged-up glass of the shower enclosure, his intense gaze locked on her.
She gasped, startled, and instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms. “Rio! What the…how long have you been standing there!?”
He didn’t move an inch, his expression calm but filled with a hunger that made her pulse quicken. “Long enough,” he said, his voice low and velvety. His eyes raked over her naked form, lingering on every curve and dip. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Kylee’s cheeks flushed crimson, but she couldn’t look away from him. Something about the way he was looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole made her stomach flip. “I…. I wasn’t this isn’t”
“It’s okay,” he interrupted, stepping closer to the shower door. His voice was soft now, almost soothing. “You’re… breathtaking. I just wanted to admire you.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as she hesitated, torn between embarrassment and desire. His eyes were dark, his words thrumming through her like a current. Slowly, almost involuntarily, she let her arms fall to her sides, exposing herself completely to his gaze.
Rio’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me see you.”
Her breath came in shallow gasps as she watched him watch her. The air between them crackled with tension, thick and electric. Her fingers twitched at her sides, itching to touch herself again, but she held back, waiting for what he would do next.
He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stood there, his eyes drinking her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And then, finally, he broke the silence. “Finish what you started,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want to watch.”
Kylee’s heart pounded as she hesitated, her body caught between the thrill of being watched and the shyness of her own vulnerability.
The water cascaded down her skin, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips, and she could feel Rio’s gaze like a physical touch, hot, insistent, and claiming.
She swallowed hard, her fingers twitching against her thigh as she met his eyes.
“Go on,” Rio urged, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t stop, you won’t let me please you so let me watch you please yourself .”
Her breath hitched, and she felt a rush of heat between her legs.
The idea of him watching her, really watching her, sent a shiver down her spine.
Slowly, she let her hand drift downward, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
She kept her eyes locked on him, gauging his reaction as she moved.
Rio leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His smirk deepened, and his piercing eyes darkened with hunger. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me see how sexy you are when you’re lost in it.”
Kylee’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.
Her fingers found their way to her wet folds, and she inhaled sharply at the contact.
Her touch was tentative at first, just a light exploration, but the intensity of his gaze spurred her on.
She pressed her fingertips against her clit, circling slowly, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
“Good girl,” Rio said, his voice rough with approval. “Just like that.”
The words sent a jolt of electricity through her, she arched her back slightly, her hips rocking into her own hand.
Her fingers moved faster now, the pressure building as she explored herself more boldly.
The warm water running down her body heightened every sensation, making her skin tingle and her breath come in shallow gasps.
Rio’s eyes never left her. He watched every movement, every ripple of pleasure that crossed her face. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled. “I could watch you all day.”
Kylee bit her lip, her body responding to his words as much as to her own touch.
Her other hand reached up to cup one of her full breasts, her thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.
She moaned softly, the sound mingling with the sound of the running water.
Her movements became more urgent, more reckless, as the heat between her legs grew unbearable.
“I can tell you’re close,” Rio said, stepping closer to the shower. His voice was a low purr, sending shivers down her spine. “Cum for me. Show me how good it feels.”
Her fingers worked faster now, rubbing over her clit in tight, desperate circles. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatened to snap. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls of the shower.
“That’s it,” Rio said, his voice thick with desire. “Cum for me, Idaho.”
His command was all it took. Her body shuddered as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her, her back arching and her toes curling against the shower floor. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as the orgasm tore through her, white-hot and all-consuming.
Her fingers kept moving, drawing out the sensation until she was trembling with the force of it.
Rio watched her intently, his chest rising and falling with his own rapid breaths. “Look at you,” he said, his voice almost reverent. “So fucking sexy when you cum.”
Kylee’s legs wobbled as the aftershocks faded, and she leaned against the shower wall for support. Her body felt boneless, her skin oversensitive and tingling. She looked up at Rio, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
He stepped closer still, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of wet hair from her face. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice softer now but no less intense. “Do you know that?”
She swallowed hard, her heart still racing. “I… I don’t know what came over me,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rio smirked, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. “I do,” he said. “And I’m not done with you yet.”
Wrapped in a towel, Kylee stood in front of the floor-length mirror, brushing out her wet hair. Her skin still tingled from the shower and not just from the water. The tension Rio left behind lingered like a second heartbeat, pulsing between her thighs.
She told herself to get it together. That she was here to feel alive, not to completely lose control.
Kylee woke tangled in cool silk sheets, the sunlight creeping through the tall windows of the guest room.
For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then her eyes landed on the ceiling fan spinning slowly overhead, the faint scent of eucalyptus in the air, and the memory of last night came rushing back.
The way Rio had looked at her. The way she’d nearly walked down that hallway… into his bed. But she didn’t. She stayed in her room. Alone.
She sat up slowly, brushing her hair back with a sigh, wrapping herself in the soft robe laid across the edge of the bed. When she opened the door, the smell of coffee and butter lured her down the hall.
The kitchen was bathed in morning light, and Rio stood there shirtless in joggers, barefoot, plating fresh croissants and fruit like some kind of sun-kissed rock god slash domestic fantasy.
He looked up and grinned.“Morning, Idaho.”
Kylee blinked. “You made breakfast?”
“I ordered breakfast,” he corrected with a playful shrug. “But I put it on plates, which counts as effort.”
She smiled despite herself. The long marble island was set with flaky pastries, perfectly sliced melon, berries, avocado toast, and mimosas already poured into chilled crystal flutes.
“Figured you’d need something real after all that wine and restraint last night.”
Kylee’s cheeks warmed, but she didn’t respond. She simply slid into the seat he pulled out for her.As she took her first bite, Rio leaned against the counter, sipping his mimosa and watching her.
“No regrets?” he asked softly.
She looked up at him over the rim of her glass.
So many answers stirred inside her.
She chose the safest one.
“Not about breakfast.
Kylee took another bite of the buttery croissant and groaned softly.
“Okay… this might actually be the best breakfast I’ve had in years.”
Rio smirked from across the island, eyes glinting with mischief. “High praise from the queen of restraint.”
She shook her head, laughing. “I’m just not used to this. I’m usually the one making breakfast. Packing lunch. Cleaning syrup off the counter. Arguing over cereal choices.”
“You’re telling me no one brings you pastries and pours your mimosa?”