Page 99 of Fierce Storm
Keeley smiles before disappearing in the last cubicle, and instead of choosing the one I’m currently standing next to, the one farthest away, something pulls me forward, and the next thing I know, I’m under the water in the shower next to her,picturing her gloriously naked body as she lathers herself in soap. Slowly. Purposely. And…
Motherfucking fuck fuck.
I imagine her brushing her loofah gently over her skin, circling her breasts, one at a time, the bubbles coating her pebbled nipples. She steps farther under the shower, the water soaking her body as she lowers her hand, moving toward her glistening pussy.
Pre cum pools at my tip, and I fight not to wrap my hand around my cock for relief.
Needing a distraction, I squirt soap into my palm and massage it into my shoulders and chest while my mind drifts without my consent.
A soft mewl permeates my thoughts and I freeze, the hot water pelting against my back as I close my eyes, waiting to hear it again.
Nothing happens for the longest beat, and I almost laugh at my delusional messed-up mind until it happens again. Keeley’s beautiful whimper sends a spark straight to my cock, and I’m done fighting it anymore. The way I see it, I have two options. I can stay here and fuck my hand while picturing Keeley fucking her own in the stall next to me, or I can?—
Fuck this.
Without allowing myself time to back out, I turn off the water and quickly wrap a towel around my waist before opening the door and checking to make sure we’re alone.
A nervous buzz runs through me, mixing with the adrenaline already coursing through my veins. I square my shoulders and knock on her door, listening for her reaction. And it doesn’t disappoint. Her breath hitches a second before something falls to the floor and silence ensues. I give her a moment of grace before I knock again, this time a little more forceful. I’ve madeup my mind, and I’m not walking away until I’ve watched her come apart from my touch.
“Open the door, please.” My voice strains and I don’t bother hiding it. If she feels even half of what I’m feeling, she’ll understand the urgency of the situation.
She’s quiet again, and I’m contemplating ways I can get in when she opens the door, her eyes shining with desire, her face flushed as the steam swirls behind her, her body—like mine—wrapped in a towel.
“About freaking time.” She curls her fingers through my towel and drags me inside, reaching around to lock the door behind me. She’s confident and full of sass now, but I have a feeling she needed a few seconds to work up to it. As did I. Because as soon as we’re alone, she sucks in a shaky breath.
And I get it.
This is insane. I’m acting crazy. And yet I can’t stop.
We’re both still for a beat as an electric energy fills the space around us, crowding us in like a blanket of warmth. Keeley’s lips part as her chest rises, and her beauty in the chaotic moment floors me.
I need to touch her.
After dropping my towel, I curl my fingers around the edge of Keeley’s and lift my gaze to get her reaction. She nods, and I undo the knot above her breast, sliding the towel from around her, dropping it to the bench and grabbing her waist. I walk her backward, only stopping when she hits the wall, the water falling over us both.
Our eyes lock as I lower one of my hands, running my palm over her pussy.
Her head falls back as she quietly gasps, and I’m drawn to her neck, leaning forward to suck the delicate skin below her ear, my fingers exploring her heat.
She spreads her legs, opening up for me, and I groan, sinking a finger inside her, quickly following it with a second. She’s so wet that my thumb easily slides over her clit, making her jolt in my arms, her whimper telling me it has nothing to do with the water.
I kiss a path across her shoulder, squeezing her waist as I groan against her skin, my fingers scissoring inside her warm pussy. Her walls constrict as she cries out, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
My cock twitches dangerously close to her body, and I stand tall, covering her mouth with my free hand as she bucks against my fingers.
“Cry out into my hand,” I whisper, curling my fingers as her breath quickens. “I want to feel the vibration of your lips as I’m making you come.”
She moans against my palm and grabs my shoulder for support, rolling her hips as her entire body trembles.
“I’m close.”
I lean into her, the edge of my body pressed to hers as I stifle her whimpers, my fingers pumping into her while my thumb rubs her clit, picking up speed in time with her breathing.
She bucks and mewls, writhing against me, her pussy squeezing my fingers as she flies over the edge. She bites down against my palm, her screams silenced as they vibrate through my skin.
I bury my face in her neck, quashing my own groans as her orgasm takes over her.
She coats my fingers with her arousal, and it’s only then I remember I wanted to taste her again, wanted to feel those juices coating my tongue.
