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“Cállate,” Leo barked out as he reached down to stroke himself again. Piper’s eyes went even wider, but she let her arms fall to her sides, exposing all her intimate parts as she watched him. “Please touch yourself, Piper. I’m not touching you, so this isn’t against our one-night rule, I promise.” He didn’t even know what the hell kind of a promise that was considering what he was doing had to be pretty damn close to crossing that line, if not completely over it.
“Leo…” Piper’s voice drifted off before she gave in, and he could see her hand return between her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips again, which had him gripping himself harder as he watched through the veil of fog separating them. “Leo.” This time, when she said his name, it was the way he had heard it the night before. A demand. “You’re thinking of me, aren’t you?”
“S-sí,” he huffed out, groaning. Leo stepped forward to press his hand into the glass wall. The desire to touch her was all-consuming. Piper’s blurred body arched behind his palm, her full breasts smashing against the unwelcome wall between them so he could see them in all their glory. She was just out of reach behind a thin, evil pane of glass he wished he could shatter with his fist to get to her. He wanted her breasts in his mouth like they had been night before, so he stroked himself harder. “God, Piper.” Her body rolled against the glass, all the way down to where her hand was swirling at the apex of her thighs.
“You want to touch me, but you can’t,” she taunted in a low drawl with a buck of her hips against the pane. “We said only once.”
“Careful,” Leo warned. “Or I might come in there.”
She started to stroke herself faster, and he followed suit, pressing his hairline into the glass to watch her as she thrust into her hand. “Oh, you’re going to come,” her muffled voice called out.
“Fuck.” Leo snapped, dropping his cock and reaching for the handle of the shower.
“What are you doing?” Piper jumped away from him as he stepped inside, the water hitting him head-on and dripping down from his dark curls over his face.
“I’m not going to touch you, but, fuck, Piper. I don’t want to come all over the floor. You can’t expect me to watch you smash your tits into the glass and not want to see them up close.” He sounded pathetically desperate, and he wanted to smack himself upside the head for coming into the bathroom in the first place. Everything about this screamed danger, and he was already way too in over his head with her. One night with her had altered his brain chemistry.
Piper’s glare turned from anger to confidence as her finger returned between her legs. “You’re right, Leo. I want you to be able to see me. Back up against the wall,” she ordered. He almost tripped as he fumbled backward, hitting the cold tile of the shower and letting his now-wet head fall back against it as goosebumps sprung up on his arms. The water hit his groin, the perfect lubricant as he started to slowly rub himself again. He watched Piper and ran his tongue along his lower lip as she moved into the middle of the shower and lay back against the wall, arching into her hand.
“Do you want me to do anything?” Leo asked.
“I want you to pretend you’re fucking me.” Piper shoved a few fingers inside herself, and Leo let out another curse in Spanish under his breath. Her slick body glistened under the water, her round breasts bobbing as her fingers pumped inside her. It took every morsel of his self-restraint to not touch her. To not slip his hand over every place the water caressed her body. To not bury himself inside where water couldn’t reach.
“Already done. Is that what you were doing before I came in here?” Leo synced the timing of his hand over his cock to Piper’s fingers, remembering how it felt to bottom out inside her.
Piper closed her eyes and gasped. “You were fucking me with your fingers.”
“And my tongue,” he encouraged. She bit back a strangled moan, the perfect response. “Now you know how it feels to be constantly haunted by someone’s body.” Leo picked up his pace when she did, both of them frantically chasing an orgasm. “It’s going to be worse for me now that I know what you look like when you lose yourself. I know what you look like when you’re wet in a hot tub. Wet in the shower. And wet on top of me.”
“I’m going to pretend you’re on your knees next time I do this to myself. You’ll be doing everything I tell you to.” Piper’s hips bucked against her hand. Leo had to restrain himself from dropping to his knees right then. She hadn’t explicitly asked for it, though, and he’d only do it if she asked. If she wanted it enough, she would demand it, none of that walking on eggshells bullshit she must have done with all her exes.
“Even in your thoughts, I’ll be doing what you want, Piper,” he panted. “No one’s ever given you what I did. And for the rest of your life, I’ll be in your head, in your fingers when you stroke your clit just right. In your toys when they’re vibrating inside you. It’ll be me, every time.”
Piper let out a choked sob. The sound made Leo’s eyes snap shut. He wanted that noise to seep into his skin along with the steam. God, he wanted to touch her so bad he was two seconds away from just doing it. “Look at me, Leo.” His eyes snapped open on command. “Don’t touch me, but get on your knees.”
Por fin.
Leo’s knees hit the shower floor with a thud, and the water splashed around his thighs. If the pain that jolted through his kneecaps was any indication, there would probably be bruises on his legs tomorrow, but he didn’t care. His line of sight was right at her waist now, a perfect view of her fingers plunging into her heat, over and over and over again.
“Gracias.” The thanks slipped out of his mouth by accident, and he felt a little stupid until he looked up to see the devilish smile on Piper’s face. God, she was pretty when she truly smiled, even when it was done with malice. “Am I allowed to touch myself?” he panted, falling right back into submission.
“I’ll tell you when.”
Leo set his hands on his legs, his fingers digging into his thighs in the hope of relieving some of the pressure as he watched her. Her breathing picked up as her chest heaved above him. He had already adjusted himself to make sure a stream of water was hitting his cock more directly. It was almost painful how badly he wanted to touch her or himself, literally anything beyond the water trickling down over him. But that wasn’t what she wanted, and he refused to be another man who didn’t give her what she wanted. He was better than them. Eventually, though, he would come, whether he was touching himself or not.
“Por favor, please, Piper. I’m so hard, I need to—”
“I’m close. Finish with me.”
“Yes.” Leo snatched up his cock, stroking it harshly.
It didn’t take either of them much longer. Piper’s hand slowed its movements near his face, and Leo almost drowned as he choked on the water pelting him from above while he came on the tile below.When he finished and regained his faculties, he slowly stood up, his mouth hanging open. How the fuck was he going to keep his hands off her for the foreseeable future? He couldn’t even keep out of the bathroom while she was showering. Piper’s cheeks were flaming red as she took one giant step away from him like he was a ticking time bomb. Her chest was still heaving to catch air, and his traitorous eyes took in the sight of her body after orgasm. Her wet hair was clumped into thick strands, the lavender tips turned a darker purple he wanted to run his fingers through. He could smell her lemon and sugar-scented shampoo invading his nose. Now that she had backed out of the stream of water, goosebumps sprung up on her arms, and her nipples were hard with the cold instead of with arousal.
“I, um,” Piper started, the words falling away into the steam and water crashing between them.
Her eyes flicked away from him as her hands draped over her body again, whether from the chill or to hide from him. He hoped it was the former, but her body language said otherwise. What they had just done bordered pretty damn close on what they had done the night before, and they both knew it. It technically didn’t break their agreement, but the way he was looking at her now felt way too intimate. It was terrifying. Foreplay and even sex didn’t require this level of obsession, one person taking over his every thought. It shouldn’t make him suddenly desperate for her to smile. She just looked guilty, and that thought sucked the air out of his lungs.
“Sorry,” Leo swallowed.
