“No. Look at me.” My command is deep and firm.
Making another bitten-off sound, she brings her gaze up to meet mine. Her eyes are wide, tits rising and falling with each breath.
My tongue moves over my bottom lip slowly. “Good.”
Blair trembles as I admire my prize. The strained energy rolls off her in waves. She needs the release I stole from her.
So many possibilities run through my head, rushing by all at once until they bleed together. My dick strains against my pants.
“I’m joining you.”
“What? You’re—” Blair gulps. “And if I say you can’t?”
A chuckle rolls through me. “What rule did I give you about saying no?”
Her lids fall to half-mast, drowsy with how much my rough, demanding tone turns her on.
That’s right, hellcat. The monster has you in his sights. You can’t escape this.
“I’ll give you twenty-five hundred.”
Before the words have left my mouth, I’m stripping my t-shirt overhead and flinging it aside. My sweatpants follow and my cock springs free, bobbing heavy between my legs.
Blair’s eyes stretch wider as she takes it in. I flex the muscles that make it bob again, just to see her squirm. Amusement spirals through me at Blair’s expression.
“So…” She takes a breath, gesturing at my cock. “You’re paying to shower with me now.”
I hum as I step under the spray with her. She inches into the back corner, plastering herself against the glass wall. I keep hold of her gaze as I drag my fingers through my hair to wet it. Water cascades down my chest and I follow its path with my fingertips, reaching around my cock at the base and squeezing. A satisfied groan leaves me, echoing off the tiled wall.
As I stroke my erection, I place my hand next to her head, leaning in. “How much to know what you were thinking about while you touched yourself? Was it me?”
Blair’s lip pops from between her teeth. It’s pink and plump. I want to bite it.
“Can’t a girl masturbate? Goddamn…” Embarrassment tinges her tone. She brushes my abs with a tentative touch that grows bold. She explores, moving up to my pecs, then over my tattoo. “Guys do it like you’re breathing and it’s normal.”
“Of course. I think it’s sexy as hell that you were getting yourself off.” My attention slides down her body. “Taking your pleasure. Were you so horny you couldn’t take it anymore? Was your pussy begging to get fucked after the other night?”
Blair gasps. The sound is incredible. I need another one, preferably with my hand around her throat while I pound into her body.
I release my dick and graze the skin of her belly, dragging my hand up to circle her tits. I tweak one nipple, enjoying the way Blair’s head bangs against the glass, then close my fingers around her throat. Defiance mixed with lust flashes in her eyes when I squeeze enough to show her I’m in control.
“Is that what you want me to admit? That I was thinking about you?”
“I know you were.” I lean in to lick the side of her face, lapping the water droplets from jaw to earlobe. “Are you as twisted up about me as I am about you?”
Her nails dig into my chest
as she curls her fingers. “You’re just saying that because your dick is hard.”
I shake my head, panting against her ear. “I’m not. I can’t get you out of my head.”
I don’t want to hold back anymore.
In a swooping move, I claim her lips, kissing her like it’s the only air I’ll get. The kiss is hot and addictive. She kisses me back, making tiny sounds as her arms twine around my shoulders.
It’s not enough just to kiss her.
Parting on a rough sound, I hold her hips in a punishing grip. My thumbprints will be there on her skin when I let go. Blair makes a sound of protest and goes on her toes to kiss me again. Rumbling, I give her a peck.