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I pulled back the blankets and scooped her into my arms. “Put me down, you jerk!” I ignored her protests, secretly happy she was actually having a reaction that wasn’t crying. I carried her into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
“Brush your teeth,” I ordered her, placing her in front of the sink. She glared at me, unmoving. I grabbed her toothbrush and put the toothpaste on it, holding it out to her. “Brush your fucking teeth, Cee.”
She looked at me, and then the loaded toothbrush, but still didn’t move.
“I swear to God, I will brush your teeth for you. You’re here. Just do it. Then I’ll leave you alone to shower.”
She snatched the toothbrush and gave her mouth a good cleaning, before spitting the toothpaste onto my shirt. I smirked. “Thank you.” Then I turned to leave the bathroom, not entirely sure she’d actually shower, but hoping having her that close to it would coax her in.
“Stay,” she said as she pulled off items of clothing. I hesitated. “I’m only showering if you do, too.”
“Cee,” I whispered, not expecting this turn. “Just take a shower, okay?”
She reached out and grabbed the waistband of my jeans, flicking the button open. “Come with me.”
I held my hand over hers, trying to stop the runaway train. “Cee. You don’t want to do this.”
“Just help me shower. You want my hair washed; you’ll do it yourself.”
“I can do that with my clothes on,” I bargained.
She tried to walk past me to leave the bathroom, but I stood solid in her way. “We do this my way, or we don’t do this at all, Serge.”
I sighed, not sure this was such a great idea anymore. “She gets slutty when she’s depressed,” Eli’s words echoed in my head. “Fine. We get in, we get you clean, we get out. Let’s go.” I nudged my chin toward the waiting shower and pulled my shirt over my head.
Cee stepped into the shower, never taking her eyes off me. I left my boxer briefs on, trying like hell to keep this to just a shower and nothing else, and stood in front of her under the hot spray. “I’ll wash your hair, you wash… everything else.” I handed her soap and a washcloth.
Cee tilted her head back to get her hair wet while I worked to keep this interaction clinical. I would not fuck this woman a week after her boyfriend died. Once her hair was soaked, she turned and started washing her body. I grabbed the shampoo, completely clueless as to how much a mane like hers required, and squirted out a handful. I worked it into the ends first and worked my way up.
I rubbed the shampoo into her hair and scalp, and she let out a little moan, causing my cock to twitch. Think unsexy thoughts. I pulled my hands from her hair, satisfied it at least touched some kind of soap. “Rinse,” I ordered, my voice gruff.
She turned to face me and tilted her hair back into the stream of water. I kept my eyes trained on the ceiling. This was a horrible idea. Her hand crept up my torso. “Cee. Don’t.” I looked down at her face. I ran my hands through her hair, trying to remove the last of the suds so that I could get out of this situation before it escalated.
“If we don’t put conditioner in it, it’ll be too tangled to brush,” she said huskily, and handed me a bottle of conditioner.
Fuck. I’m so screwed. I worked the conditioner into her hair as her hands continued to roam the top half of my body. I went to rinse it out immediately, but she stopped me. “It has to sit.”
“Finish washing up while it does.” I returned my gaze to the ceiling while she rubbed the soap over her body. Before I knew what was happening, I felt her hands tugging the waistband of my underwear down, revealing my hard cock. Shit. “Cee,” I warned, but before I could even register that she was on her fucking knees, her mouth was on my cock. “Fuuuck.”
I tried to push her face away. This is so wrong. “Just shut up and let me suck your dick.” Her mouth was back over me, tongue swirling. It felt too fucking good. She bobbed up and down, sucking and licking. I gave in to what was happening, tangling my fingers back into her hair.
“Holy shit,” I murmured. Her mouth was like magic, and I could feel myself getting close. Mia fucking dea. She cupped my balls in her hand and I was a goner, spurting hot cum down her throat. When I finished, she stood and tilted her head back to rinse out the conditioner like nothing had happened.
I stood there in a daze as she got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel before leaving the bathroom. What the fuck just happened? I shook off the shock and got out of the shower. I dried off and put my clothes back on, minus the wet underwear. When I got back to the bedroom, Cee was sitting on the bed eating the food I had left there, the coffee all but gone.
I wasn’t sure what to think about this, but I didn’t want to push the envelope by mentioning the food, so I went back to the kitchen and grabbed myself a bottle of water. I couldn’t decide if I had done the right thing or not, but at least she was up.
I sat on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping around Netflix until I found Schitt’s Creek and settled in for the evening. I promised her I’d leave her alone if she ate and showered, so I planned to hold up my end of the deal. I felt like an asshole because she had just given me one of the best blowjobs of my life, and I didn’t even thank her.
Honestly, I was afraid of what might happen next. This was wrong on so many levels.
I should at least see if she needs anything and say goodnight, I guess. I paused the show and walked to her room. Once again, I found her buried under the blankets, her wet hair unbrushed and still wrapped in the towel. “Need help with your hair?” I asked. Danger.
“I’m too tired. I just want to go to bed. You said you’d leave me alone if I did the things.”
“Are you okay?” I asked. Of course, she’s not okay.
“I needed it more than you did, trust me. I just want to go to sleep.”
