Karl’s arms around me as we swayed to the music. His hand caressing mine reassuringly when I was afraid of the photographers yelling. His touch, so innocent and so scorching to my skin.
Several minutes pass, and my breath turns ragged when that familiar tight coil of pressure builds in my core. When I open my eyes briefly, I startle for a second when I find a second person in the large shower with me.
Karl is watching me from the other side of the shower. How long has he been in here with me? Watching? The water is on above him now too, letting the water ripple down his torso, those perfect pec and ab muscles spraying off water in all directions, giving the impression of a light glow coming off his body. I didn’t hear him come in over the music. He could have been here since I started pleasuring myself with thoughts of him, or only one minute. It doesn’t matter. Either way, it’s the biggest turn-on of my life.
I only falter for an instant when I first see him because this moment is too hot. Too perfect.
Our eyes lock, and his jaw tightens, but he stays where he is, frozen. I resume my work with the water pressure over my clit, and Karl’s eyes turn dark. He yells over the music to change the song. I snicker. He probably doesn’t want to do this listening to Bren’s voice, and I can’t blame him. Instead, he plays “Closer” byNine Inch Nails. What a great song for what we’re about to do. I smile my approval. That is precisely how I feel about him right now.
His chest rises and falls, and his fists ball at his sides.
He likely can’t decide if he’s more turned on or furious at me. Because furious, he is. He doesn’t like me tempting him like this. I know that for certain. Tempt him like I did that night when he came over my stomach. Like I’m doing now as water slides down my body, my toes curling against the natural stone floor at the sight of his perfect body. What it would be like to reach out and touch him right now. To feel his slick, wet skin under my fingertips.
My gaze drops to his erection hanging heavily between his legs, and my mouth dries up, making me lick my lips. His resolve to only watch must waver because, in two long strides, he is in front of me, his penis inches from my face.
I keep working myself with the water pressure and dart my tongue out to lick off the bead of precum that has risen to the tip of him. The taste of him overtakes my tongue, and I moan with pleasure. This man is divine.
He struggles to grip my dripping wet hair in one hand, forcing me closer, and I have no choice but to take him deeper in my throat. I’m so close to coming, I lay off the pressure a bit. I want to enjoy him longer. Karl’s hips pick up speed as he fucks my mouth, and I gag around him. I bring my free hand to his powerful thigh to push away, but his grip is too strong.
Fuck. This is hot. His possession. His need for me.
He can’t keep fighting this—us. We are inevitable.
I know it.
And it’s time Karl Sommer knew it too.
Unable to stave off satisfaction any longer, I let myself fall. Ecstasy overtakes my body as I tighten with my release. When Karl lets himself fall right down here with me into this depth of pleasure, I drink up the last drop of hot liquid, enjoying every bit of him as he comes.
The song stops after its second loop, and Karl orders the sound system to stop. The loud rush of water around us veils Karl’s increased breathing, and he pulls out of my mouth. Our eyes lock as he brings his thumb to trace the shape of my upper lip. I stand, trying to find him, but he won’t concede to my pull around his neck to kiss me.
My face twists with his rejection, and he responds by wrapping a tight arm around my waist, wiping away water from my brow. “I’m not fucking you, Lola. Pull all the stunts you want. I’m not going to be your first.”
I raise a brow at him in defiance. “But you’ll fuck my mouth?”
His face falls with shame. He’s clearly not proud of what pleasures he gives into when it comes to me.
“Hey,” I say, nudging him gently. “I liked it. A lot. I don’t see how much different it would be to just fuck me. Don’t you want to, Karl? To feel what it would be like to be inside me? Feeling me clench around you?”
His hold around my waist tightens, and his other hand drops to my hip bone, pushing me painfully. One arm bringing me closer to him, his other hand pushing me away. Even his body is undecided about giving in.
“It just can’t be me, Lola. Will you just drop it?”
Fuck-drunk and sated, I smile sweetly up at him. “For today.”
He laughs, and the sound breaks the tension mixed in the steam from the shower.
18
KARL
Lola walks out of her room in a croppedPretty Recklessshirt paired with the shortest shorts ever known to man. They might actually be underwear more than shorts. I track her as she joins me on the sofa, and I bite my tongue hard so I don’t yell at her because I know what she’s doing.
Her hair is still wet, and she is toweling it as she sits next to me.
I can’t believe I let myself go like that. I wasn’t supposed to see her, and I know she didn’t intend for me to walk in on her like that—though that simple fact doesn’t soothe my anger any. But I forgot my headphones in my room, so after Pixel did her business, I came back to grab my headphones before our run.
Then I heard the water running.