Page 77 of Pretty Thing

“Tell me how dinner was,” Felix says, and I blink, trying to process the words.

“It was…good,” I mumble and follow his hand as it lowers once more. “They had food,” I stupidly say as he grabs his hard—and oh my god—way too large cock. My brain is reduced to a group of squirrels chasing shiny balls.

“That’s it? What kind of food?”

The squirrels start running into one another. The chaos is off the charts as I watch him. Each stroke seems to match the pounding rhythm of my heart.

“Um…food, yes. Chicken, lots of chicken.”

I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hide the fact that my nipples are hard and ache. They look like they’re about to poke through the material despite my bra. My hip digs into the counter. His hand is still gripping his shaft, and a soft groan reaches my ears over the sound of water. I should leave, give him privacy, but…I can’t move.

Felix’s hand stops.

“Are you still there?” Felix’s voice is rough and makes me shiver like he just ran his fingers down my back.

“Yes,” I squeak.

“Did you use your camera?”

“Y…yes,” I breathe out as his hand starts to move again.

Is spontaneous combustion real? Is that what’s happening to me?

He stops and pulls open the curtain again just enough to look out. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as my gaze snaps up to his. Does he know I’m watching? I’m frozen like a rat in a trap as I stare into his blue eyes.

“Do you want to help me,” he asks, running his tongue along his piercing.

“Help?”

“Yeah.”

“Um…”

“You don’t have to get in the shower or get wet unless you want to.”

He smiles, and my heart forgets how to beat.

“Roll up your sleeve.”

“Okay,” I say, doing just that.

“Good. Come here, Pretty Thing.”

He holds out his hand and like a moth to a flame, I limp over to him.

What the hell am I doing?

“Lean against the wall so you don’t fall over.”

He turns his back to the spray, and even though I know what’s coming, I take a steadying breath as he wraps my hand around the base of his shaft. It’s hard, and yet, so soft and wet.

“Are you scared?”

I shake my head.

That’s a lie. I’m terrified.

I hate that I’m new to all of this, but it feels oddly right that it’s Felix introducing me to these experiences.