She snaps her eyes back to my face like she’s even more pissed as I rinse my cock off and tuck it away again. Half of me is tempted to jerk off while I admire her feisty little pout and tight little nipples. But she looks like she might try and bite my dick off if I do.
“You look different,” she says.
She walks right up to me, stepping underneath the shower spray. She gazes up at my face, focusing on my eyes.
I stare back at her as she frowns in confusion. “You have blue eyes.”
“Do they look blue to you?”
She narrows hers, leaning a little closer. Her nipples press into my chest, and I let out a low growl as she reaches up and pushes my wet hair back from my forehead.
“Unless you want something, New York City, I’d get your ass out of my shower.”
She snorts without smiling, as though my words were intended to be funny.
“They were blue last night,” she says, still studying me like a goddamn bloodhound on a trail.
“They’re brown,” I state flatly. “But if you want to dream that they’re blue because that’s the color your ex had, then feel free. Live in the past.”
“His were gray,” she snaps.
Victory signals inside my chest as her scrutiny of me eases and her wrinkled brow indicates she’s questioning herself.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Shower,” I repeat with a menacing softness.
She leans a little closer and my dick thickens between us, making no secret of how badly I want to slam her up against the rickety back wall of the shower and bury myself deep inside her.
She reaches down and slides her hand inside my trunks, curling her hand around my shaft.
“Fuck,” I groan as she slowly strokes me to the tip, muttering something under her breath.
“What’s that?” I murmur, dropping my mouth to kiss her neck. I’ll forgive her questioning if she really has come here looking for a fuck.
Her skin is like silk against my mouth. Her pulse beats against my tongue as I lick her, trying to gather up her scent and taste it.
Jesus, I didn’t know how much I needed this. How much I needed her to help me forget today. How much that hundred thousand rand currently sitting in my backpack is searing into my skull, causing a headache that can only be eased by sliding inside her lovely little cunt and feeling it ripple around me.
“Jude,” I murmur. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”
I slide my hands to her hips, pulling her against my cock.
She mutters something else under her breath as she rolls her hand down my throbbing dick.
“Come on,” I urge, getting ready to lift her into my arms and fuck her against the wall.
“Four,” she announces, dropping my dick like a stone.
“Four what?”
I reach for her, but she moves away, lifting a finger and waggling it at me.
“I didn’t come here for sex, Brown Eyes.” She gives me a condescending smile. “But it’s nice to answer one question, at least.”
“What?” I step toward her, but she’s already walking away, the same smile on her face.
“Four piercings,” she calls back. “Something you can’t lie about. Maybe you ought to sort that out. Looks kind of angry.” She points at my tented swim trunks where the head of my cock has pushed past the waistband like it’s trying to follow her.
I grind my teeth and shove it inside my trunks as she walks away, leaving me drooling at her ass in her bikini bottoms like a goddamn dog.
