Page 13 of Basket Case

I have watched many women bathe.

“That sounded much creepier than you intended.”

The strand paused with the bottle held above his rim. Would you like my help or not?

"Okay then. Do your worst."

He squeezed the perfect amount into my palm without emptying the entire bottle, which put him ahead of most men I’d dated. The last guy I'd been with had regularly used up my conditioner because his beard apparently needed half a bottle to look 'glossy'.

While I washed my hair, two strands of wicker worked soap across my back. They moved in slow circles over my shoulders before sliding down either side of my spine. One curled around my waist and stroked my stomach.

I choked when it reached lower. “This is supposed to be innocent.”

It is soap. Soap is very innocent.

The strand travelled upwards and wrapped around my breast, rubbing the lather over my skin before circling my nipple. A second tentacle attended to my other breast with equal care.

I leaned back against the cool tiles, tempted to close my eyes and give in to the sensation. “It doesn’t feel innocent.”

You would complain if I washed only one.

He sounded so offended by that idea that I laughed. “I’m sure I’d survive.”

Both strands tightened around my nipples. A moan threatened to escape my lips, but Creel didn’t need ears to know what he was doing to me. I was sure he was fully aware of every one of my reactions.

His cock had returned to its full size between my legs, now decorated with several small leaves. I reached down and wrapped one hand around it.

“This is going to be the strangest thing I’ve ever done.”

What was the strangest thing before me?

“I once had sex in a tent during a thunderstorm. The tent leaked, I was cold and wet, and he finished before I did. That said, I don't think I even came. The sound of the storm was a turn-off. I just wanted to cuddle to get warm.”

Unforgivable.

A narrow braid slid down my stomach. I caught it before it reached my clit.

“I said I wanted the cock.”

You will have it. Now, if you wish.

I was so very tempted, but something felt wrong about doing it here. “Not in Gran’s shower.”

Does she eat breakfast in here too?

I laughed and released the strand. It immediately slipped between my legs and rubbed across my clit, turning the laugh into a gasp. Creel circled it slowly while the other tentacles continued playing with my breasts. I pressed my thighs together around him.

Open.

“No.”

He stopped at once.

I waited for him to argue or tease me. He did neither, and the sudden lack of movement became unbearable within seconds. I opened my legs again.

Good girl.

“Fuck.”