Page 171 of Right Man, Right Time
OLLIE
“Silas?” I groan as I stretch my arms above my head. Light falls into his bedroom from the bathroom, and I glance over to see the door closed.
From the nightstand, I glance at the clock and let out another groan. Six thirty.
Ugh.
I have class this morning starting at eight thirty. Silas is probably getting ready for his away trip since they leave today. Grumbling, I flip the warm covers off me, letting the chilly air hit my naked body. I push my hand through my hair and make my way to the bathroom and hear the shower turn on.
I open the door and catch Silas slip into the walk-in shower surrounded in black marble tile. I stare at his muscular ass, the divots in the side and the dimples on his lower back. When he turns and lets the water drip down his body, all the way past his dick, my mouth waters. I need him. Even though I had him several times last night, I won’t see him tonight, which means I need to get in as much Silas as I can.
I walk into the bathroom and head straight for the shower. He spots me from the corner of his eye as he’s wetting down his body, and a sexy smile spreads across his face.
“Morning, baby.”
“Good morning,” I say as I slip into the shower. “Can I join you?”
“You don’t even need to ask,” he says as he takes my hand and brings me under the water. “How did you sleep?”
“Okay,” I answer. I push the water over my head and then look up at him. “I felt like I was trying to claw you as much as I could.”
“I could tell.” He kisses my forehead. “I loved it.”
He squeezes some shampoo into his hand and rubs his hands together before he gently massages it into my scalp. “When do you leave today?”
“Wheels up at three.”
I close my eyes as his strong fingers dig into my scalp. “Then why are you up so early?”
“I woke up around five for some reason and couldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He helps me under the water, and I rinse my hair. “It’s fine,” I say. “I’m glad you did. I have two classes this morning, and I probably would have missed my first one if you didn’t wake up.”
When I’m done rinsing my hair, I switch positions with him so he can warm up while I put conditioner in my hair. Being the good man he is, Silas made sure that I had all the products I use daily in his apartment. He washes his hair as I comb through my conditioner. His eyes remain on me the entire time.
“What?” I ask as I set my brush down.
“Just keep thinking about how hot you are.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask as I grab his soap bar and suds up my hand.
His eyes fall to my hands and then back to my face. “What do you plan on doing?”
“Soaping you up,” I say as I reach for his semi-hard cock and pull it into my hand.
He smirks and then grabs the soap from me and does the same, but to my body. His hands pass over my breasts before he turns me around so my back is to his chest, and his hands travel up my body.
“Why do I feel like you have something else in mind?” I ask as he kisses up my neck.
“Because I do,” he answers.
“Then fuck me until I’m too sore to move.”
“Hell,” he mutters right before he nips at my neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and making his mark.
I let him because I wear his markings with pride.
It might look trashy from an outsider looking in, but to me, they’re reminders of who I’m with and why I’m with him.
