Page 80 of Devious Obsession
My curiosity certainly doesn’t stop me from ambling closer.
He’s groaning under his breath. Groaningmy name. I stop breathing and inch closer, until my shoes are on the tile, and the curtain is within reach. I slide it open and stare at Steele’s cock. He’s stroking it fast, his other hand braced on the wall. Water rushes down over the back of his neck, rolling down his back and perfectly sculpted ass.
Why have I never seen his ass before?
And his chest tattoos. The deer skull with the horns in the center of his sternum. Only the tips of the horns that frame his neck are usually visible with his shirt. There’s something I can’t make out on his stomach. And the scratches I left on him, too. They bled, and now they’re scabbed-over lines. It appears like he was attacked by a wolf or something, four claw marks on each side of his neck dragging down to his chest. In my haste to make him feel a fraction of what I felt, I didn’t stop to analyze his tattoos. Even when I ripped off his shirt.
He turns and looks at me, his eyes hooded. “You like to watch, too?”
I bite my lip. My gaze drops back down to where he’s jerking himself off. Slower now that he has an audience of one.
“Aspen, do you like watching?”
“I’m debating crawling in there and taking over,” I whisper. “But another part of me doesn’t want to touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
His eyes flash. “And what do you want me to do about that?”
I step back and shed my coat, dropping it over the lip of the stall. I tear off my shirt, too, and toe off my shoes. Socks. Until I’m in my leggings and bra, my chest heaving.
“I won’t ever gag you again,” he swears. He leaves the water running and steps toward me. “Was that it? Was that the line?”
I force myself to keep eye contact. “The spreader bar. The gag. The dark. The… combination of the three.”
“They’re gone for good.” His chin lowers, his gaze burning into me. “One day, you’ll tell me the whole story.”
I shake my head, my lips curling into a sneer. “No, Steele, I won’t.”
He lunges for me.
I jerk back, but I’m not fast enough to avoid him. He crushes me against the side of the stall, his wet body touchingallof mine. Soaking through my leggings and bra in an instant. My nipples harden through the fabric, and I struggle to push him off me.
Instead, the only way he lets me go is toward the water.
I inch that way, and he herds me under the stream. Hot water douses me. I tip my head back and let it rinse over my face. I’ve taken to not wearing makeup lately, and I’m weirdly glad of that fact right now. No one wants streaks of mascara running down their faces.
My hair is drenched in an instant, sticking to my neck and back. My leggings are goners, too. I’ll be dripping by the time I get out of here. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, tearing it off and throwing it at his face.
He catches it and smiles down at the fabric, some secret thought going through his head, then tosses it behind him.
Steele palms my throat, using it to push me back farther. My shoulder blades touch the wall, and the water goes over my head. It hits his chest, little rivers coursing down his body. I stare at him, taking him in.
His washboard abs, the tattoos. His hair is darker wet, and I give in to my sudden impulse to touch him. I run my fingers through his hair, spiking it a bit, and curl my fingers around the back of his neck.
I pull him toward me.
He doesn’t resist. He stays still when I press my lips to his once, twice. My nails bite into his skin, and I nip his lower lip.
When he grips my hips, I don’t move. He hooks his thumbs in my waistband and drags my leggings and underwear off, guiding my feet out of them and tossing the soaked material away. He rises and picks me up, urging my legs to wrap around him. My back hits the wall again, harder, and the water sprays him in the face.
I reach up and redirect it. I mean, I’d love to see him get blasted by it while he fucks me, but something tells me it wouldn’t add to the experience. Not this time anyway.
The head of his cock slides through my center, and I gasp.
He smirks. “Wet already, little viper?”
“Better than being caught masturbating…”
His smile widens. “I’ll admit, that wasn’t part of my plan.”
