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What if I am too loud?
What if he hears me from the other room? What if he hears me as I come?
The thought of that only turns me on more.
So I close my eyes and let myself feel, let myself get lost, let my mind drift to the moment in the dressing room where he had me pinned againstthe wall, his finger trailing all over me, when I was so needy and aching for him that I thought I’d burn up on the spot.
“Yes, God, yes,” I say, my legs spreading wider. “Fuck.” My lips clamp together. My body starts to shake, my fingers pinch my nipple. “Oh fuck,” I yell. “Yes, fuck.” My voice becomes breathy, my pulse hammers in my throat, and every sensation in my body pools in the pit of my stomach as my orgasm reaches its apex. “Fuck, I’m…oh God, oh God,” I yell, my entire body on fire just before my orgasm hits me, tipping me over the edge. I squeeze my legs together, pressing the vibrator into my clit as I come over and over again until I can’t take it anymore and release.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I open my eyes and turn to set my vibrator down, only to find Hudson in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the frame, staring at me.
My cheeks go red from embarrassment even though there was nothing embarrassing about what I just did. No, what I just did was exactly what I needed to do. It was exactly what I craved.
“Get a good show?” I ask him as I grab a bar of soap and start lathering up. I’m not sure how much of me he can see from there, but I don’t bother to cover up.
Without a word, he turns away and shuts the door behind me.
Well, I think I got my answer.
Chapter Sixteen
HUDSON
I sit on the bed, facing the bathroom, as my leg bounces up and down, waiting for her to be done as the sounds of her coming echo through my head.
The first moment I heard her moan, I knew what she was doing. How could she not be? I’ve been dying to get here and take a shower ever since the goddamn etiquette class. But when she started getting louder, I knew exactly what she was trying to do. It was her counterattack. It was her tempting me to join.
And I swore I wouldn’t, but that didn’t stop me from watching.
I had no problem standing there, watching her get lost in pinching her perfect little nipples, seeing her find the right spot to use her vibrator, watching her mouth fall open, her cheeks redden, and seeing her lose all control while her orgasm rocked through her.
Fuck, was it breathtaking.
Addicting.
So fucking bad for me to witness that I’ve had to mentally lock myself to this bed to not try to replicate the same sounds and looks myself.
What I did to her in the dressing room, that was conniving, evil, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted her to feel as tormented and tortured as I’d felt. And I know she did, I could see it in her eyes, but she came back with a vengeance, making matters even worse.
The bathroom door slides open, and she walks out in a black lingerie set, clearly trying to piss me off.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask.
“What?” she asks, looking down at herself and then back up.
“I said ice blue.”
She struts up to me, her hair still wet and pushed to the side. She places a hand on my shoulder. “I know, but guess what: until you fuck me, I’ll be wearing whatever lingerie I want.” And then she places a kiss on my nose and struts toward the closet, her beautiful ass swaying away.
Grumbling, I pull my shirt off and leave it on the floor before making my way to the shower, where I flip it on. I don’t bother shutting the door. I don’t even care at this point. My dick is so fucking hard, so goddamn desperate for her, that I just need release. I slip my shorts and briefs off, letting my cock spring forward, and step under the warm water. The water sluices down my body before I grip the base of my cock and start pumping it.
Christ, the first stroke feels phenomenal, like the last stroke right before you come. It’s powerful and claws at me, skyrocketing my body to another dimension where everything around me fades to the back, and it’s just me and this pleasure that has been building at the base of my cock, yearning to come out.
I press my hand to the tile wall for support as my mind races with images of Sloane, the last being of her in the tub, masturbating, taking control of her own pleasure. Jesus, I wish she were doing that right now, giving me a goddamn show as I pump my cock. What I wouldn’t give to be able to do this in front of her, to make her watch me pleasure myself, and then tell her to open her mouth so I could decorate those pretty lips.
“Fuck,” I grumble as my hand moves faster, my legs starting to wobble.
I imagine what it would feel like with her kneeling before me, licking my balls as I stroke myself, watching her tits bounce, seeing those beautiful eyes stare up at me, her body soaking wet.
