I could stay. I could stay. The possibility of that short-circuited my brain.
“Well,” she said after a long silence. “You do what you got to do,” she said.
I swallowed with difficulty. Any second, my feet would carry me out of here.
“But I was sort of in the middle of something.” Her long, silky leg lifted out of the water. At the same time, she rested her head back with a sigh, and one hand trailed down her thigh as the other luxuriously crossed her collar, causing water to collect and pool in the little dip I wanted so badly to lick.
Fuck.Fuck.
Leave! I screamed in my mind.
“I don’t mind you watching,” she said, giving me one long look as her hand began to work under the water. Had she really justsaid that? I groaned and somehow got even harder. Even the cotton of the towel against my cock was close to making me come.
What I wouldn’t give to see what she was doing and memorize it so I could do it for her every day.
Her cheeks were flushed with color, but she never broke the bold gaze moving over my body. I felt my cock twitch again, as though if it tried hard enough, it could pull the towel away. My hips jutted out as I rocked forward on my toes, none of which I consciously did. My body was drawn to her.
Her back arched on a sharp gasp, pressing her breasts up and out of the water. The hard nipples broke the surface tension first, followed by the full cups, water streaking around and down them. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck them into my mouth, really make her scream.
“Jesus,” I gasped.
Her gaze challenged, taunted. She was really doing this. She was moaning more frequently, louder, soft little inhales growing closer together, as her arm worked a steady motion.
She stared so hard at my towel; it was like she was trying to catch it on fire.
It was a challenge, and suddenly, I found myself feeling competitive.
Tentatively, questioningly, I moved my hand under the towel. Her eyebrows lifted, mouth parting as she watched me. Was I really doing this? Were we really doing this? It felt decided already. There was no leaving this room now. Not when we were locked in this dirty dare.
I kept my gaze riveted to hers as I widened my stance, decision made. I found my cock. I kept the towel in place with the other, allowing the tease to be enough. Like she was doing for me.Tome.
I sucked in a sharp breath as I wrapped my hand around it and pumped it, once long and slow. I felt harder than I’d ever been; the skin burned. My precum dripped over onto my thumb and onto the towel.
Her mouth fell open, her gaze focusing on the motion of my hand.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Her hand teased as the tension grew and grew. The elegant slope of her neck into her shoulders was captivating as the water splashed around them, creating rivulets at her jerking movements. Her eyes didn’t close this time, they were open and locked on me. They also seemed to struggle to remain in one place. She looked at my face and hands and …
“I’ve imagined this. You,” she said. “And so much more.”
I ground my jaw. She had to stop talking or this would be over too fast.
“You’re so hot,” she said like it was painful. “I wish?—”
“No. Don’t,” I said instantly.
Whatever she was about to say, I couldn’t hear. I was already using all my strength to not come. I had to wait for her to come first, even if it killed me.
She whined, her legs rubbing together, the flush on her chest spreading up her neck. God, what it would be like to fuck her.To make her moan like that while those thighs wrapped tight around me, while her perfect tightness clenched me deeper. I bit hard into my lip, squeezed hard around the base of my cock, to keep from coming. It was dirty and the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen, and I wasn’t even touching her. But it was her. It was her when I did this and thought of her. It was her that was getting me off now.
“Levi.” Her legs shifted, she called out, almost in pain.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I told her honestly, worried that the rawness in my voice might give too much away. “Please show me how you come. Claire, please,” I begged.
“Oh, God.” Her head fell back, eyes squeezed tight as she called out loudly. “I’m?—”
She stopped when her whole body froze at its peak. The tendons of her neck were strained, nipples rock hard, water sloshing all over as her body went rigid, breath frozen after being sucked in. Under the water, her muscles would be clenching repeatedly and I wished I could feel it. I imagined stepping closer, releasing on those perfect breasts. The mark of me on soft skin and hard nipples.
