She still seems unsure, so I pull her into me and move the fallen strands of hair from her face. “Come on. Just for a few hours. You’ll feel better once you shower and I know you’re tired. You’re not going to get any sleep if you go home to your sorority house.”
At that she sighs and nods. “You’re probably right about that.”
I smile and nudge her toward the bathroom again.
“Fine,” she says. “But just for a little while. And no trying to ambush me in the shower, either.”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “I promise. You can shower in peace.”
“Mmm hmm,” she says, suspicious, but she walks to the bathroom and closes the door behind her.
I smile and start straightening my bed, turning on the TV to find something for us to watch. I’m flipping through the channels when I hear the shower turn on and the smile leaves my face. Suddenly, I’m completely aware of Skyler’s naked body in the other room.
Shaking my head, I focus on finding something to watch, willing my own body to behave. After a few minutes, I realize I’ve flipped through the channels three times now without stopping or even recognizing what I was seeing on the screen. I bite my lip hard, cross my arms, and pace.
Don’t do it. Don’t make this more complicated than it is. She trusts you, she’s opening up to you – that’s what you need from her. Poker. Poker. Poker.
That’s all.
I pace more. Back and forth. Back and forth. Before I know what I’m doing, my knuckles are knocking softly on the bathroom door. I have no idea what I’m going to say or what the fuck I’m doing, but I can’t stop my hands. The door opens slightly on the third knock, as if it wasn’t completely closed, and through the slit, I see Skyler.
She’s standing there shocked, her mouth open slightly as the water continues to drip down her body, running in rivers down over her breasts and meeting between her thighs. I swallow hard, unsure of my decision. I have nothing to ask, no reason to be staring at her through this door – but Skyler doesn’t cover herself, she doesn’t scream, she doesn’t tell me to get out.
I open the door a little further, still wondering what the hell I’m doing. I consider asking if she needs anything else, if she found a towel, something – but we both know I didn’t come in here to give her a towel.
“I suck at keeping promises,” I admit, just above a whisper, and I wish I could tell her I’m not just talking about the promise to not interrupt her shower.
“And I suck at pretending like I don’t want you.”
My heartbeat quickens, the sound of it hard against my ears as her words settle around me. I move closer, slowly, my eyes still trained on hers as she stands perfectly still in my shower – legs parted slightly, arms to the side – confident and sexy as hell.
“You want me?” I ask, still moving in.
She swallows, but doesn’t lose her confident stance or her hold on my gaze. “Kip, I’ve wanted you since the first time I felt your mouth on my skin. Maybe even a little before that. I hate pretending like I don’t want you, but I don’t know how to do this. It’s dangerous, you and me. Being together. Like this.”
I’m close enough now to touch her, so I reach out and pull her face between my palms. “This is about Erin, isn’t it?”
Skyler’s eyes go wide and she inhales stiffly.
I knew it.
I shake my head. “Listen, Erin is in the past for me. I’m sure she’s telling you and everyone else to stay away from me, staking her claim – but she doesn’t have a claim over me. I am not hers.”
Skyler shakes her head, her lip trembling slightly. “You don’t understand.”
“I do,” I interrupt, lifting her chin toward me. “Are you going to let her dictate who you like? Who you touch? Just because she’s your Big, because she’s president of your sorority?”
She pulls her eyes away from me, looking down. “It’s so much more than that. It would be easier if you just let me go, if we just stopped this right now. We could save a lot of hurt, a lot of pain.”
I sigh, frustrated. “Skyler,” I say, but she doesn’t look up. I lift her chin up once more and make her look at me. “I want you. If what you said is true just now, then you want me, too. I don’t care about Erin, I don’t care about your sorority or my fraternity – not right now. Right now, I care about the fact that you’re here, with me, in my shower, and I want you.” I let my other hand slide down over her arm to her waist and finally down just above her hip line. “Now, tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you want me to stop.” I push my hand a little lower, my fingers just barely touching her clit. She pulls in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering. “Tell me to let you go.”
Her breaths are heavy, the steam in my bathroom swirling around us as I wait for her to answer. Impatient, I let my fingers drop a little lower, biting my lip when I feel how wet she is.
“Tell me to stop, Skyler.”
She’s shaking now, but she still stares at me with her baby blues, unwavering. Finally, she speaks softly, almost a whisper.
“I can’t.”
I shake my head. “You have to tell me to stop, Skyler, or I won’t be able to. Once I feel you, once I taste you, I won’t be able to stop then. If you don’t want this, you have to tell me now.”
Skyler lets out a long, shaky breath, trying to steady her voice. “I want this,” she says as her eyes fall to my lips. “I want you.”
Her hands fly into my hair and she pulls me to her, crushing her mouth on mine. In a matter of seconds we’re a tangle of arms, legs, and lips, frantically grabbing at each other, eliminating any remaining space between us. I push her against the wall of the shower, stepping in with her as I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and use my other to slide two fingers inside her in one quick movement. She gasps and lets out a loud cry, making my dick harden even more beneath my board shorts.
I work my fingers inside her, biting down her neck and across her collar bone. She’s so wet that my fingers glide in and out with fluid ease. I want to bury my cock inside her, but she’s not ready for that – not yet. She’s opening herself up to me right now, and I don’t want to push her away.
I move my mouth to her nipple and tug it between my teeth as she arches toward me, thrusting her hips into my hand. My palm works against her clit as my fingers dive in and out. Her moans grow louder, my name escaping between the part in her lips every few breaths. Each time she says it my dick grows harder.
Suddenly, she rips her wrists free and grabs my shorts, untying them swiftly and tugging them over my hips. They fall to the floor of the shower and I kick them to the side, my fingers still inside her as she grabs my cock in her hand.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as she moves her hand over me, slowly at first and then she starts pumping, bringing me close to the edge. I thrust into her hand and dig my fingers deeper, finding her mouth and pulling her bottom lip between my teeth.
I rub my palm against her harder, friction building as my fingers glide in and out. Her breaths get shorter and shorter until she’s holding them altogether and I know she’s close. She tries to keep her hand working on me, but her grip is loosening, her focus drifting.
“This is about you,” I growl against her neck before biting it again. “I want you to come. Come on my fingers so I can taste you.”
“Oh God.” She lets out a loud moan, dropping her hands to grip the wall behind her. Her legs are shaking, so I pull her up into my arms and carry her out of the bathroom to the bed. I lay her down and quickly kiss down her stomach to her clit, circling it with my tongue while my fingers move. She shakes a few moments more, her moans increasing in volume before she stiffens and I feel her release, her pussy throbbing around my fingers as her screams ring out.