Page 41 of Knotted their Beauty

“All that cold water and your dick is still standing at attention.”

“You’re staring at it, of course my dick and I can both see this.”

Making sure my phone won’t fall, I begin to wash up. As my eyes glance at the screen, I groan as I see a thick, hard cock now showcased on it. Ves is leaned back in an office chair with his pants open and his hand wrapped around his shaft, and my mouth waters as the precum slides down it.

“Fuck.”

“I wish I was there to do just that,” he groans.

“Are you…at work?” My breaths get heavier as shampoo slides down my back. I look like a hot mess, and yet here he is, acting like I’m his version of a wet dream.

“Yeah. I’m doing these stupid reports for the different offices while also trying to catch a killer. Riveting shit. I’d much rather have you rinse out your hair so we can get each other off. I think we’ll both be in a better mood afterward.”

“You have a good mood setting?” I tease. Scrubbing my scalp, I sigh as the sweat begins to break up. I hate the grimy feel of it in my curls.

My body is already beginning to relax, and as I wash it out, I know I’ll be able to enjoy playing with Ves now. Even when I lived on the streets, I tried my best to remain clean. The need for it remains, not that it’s been that long since I was stressing out about a place to live.

I have it now. And Ves gave it to me.

“Feeling better?”

“Getting there,” I admit.

“I want you to bring your dirty clothes to me the next time you come down with Cali. Don’t wash them.”

The growl is sexy as fuck and I whimper as I lean back on the cool tile wall.

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you going to be a good boy for me? I want to watch you fuck your tight hole with your fingers and stroke your cock. I bet you won’t even need the lube next to the shampoo bottle, will you?”

My eyes flick over to the label-less little tube and his wicked chuckle pushes slick out of my puckered hole. Ugh, how does he know my body so well already? We haven’t done much, yet he’s very confident about how I respond to him.

It’s hard to hide much when you can scent my arousal.

“No. Definitely not.” My cock is very excited to see Ves roughly jerking himself off, and I greedily soak it in. I want to do everything he likes. I’ll be a good little student and watch every stroke and what pulls his soft moans from his lips.

I need to receive high marks from him.

“There’s…fuck, I love the way you’re watching me. Do you see the ledge that’s too low to be a soap dish?”

“Ummm yes.” It’s about half way up the tiled wall and I don’t understand why it’s there.

“Put your foot up on it and show me how pretty my hole is once it’s stuffed. I need to imagine how good you’ll look with my dick fucking it.”

My heart is pounding for an entirely different reason than earlier as I expose myself to Ves. He groans as I rub my hole, gasping as slick eagerly pours from it.

“Stuff it as much as you can.”

Whimpering, my eyes cross as I work my fingers in. I want to show Ves what a good boy I can be, even though I’ve never done this before. At least, not with an audience.

My hot omega slouches in his office chair, ignoring the rest of the world as he drags his hand up to his angry, red crown and tightens it. My mouth waters to the point I’m drooling again for him, and I open it to show how much I’m enjoying watching him.

“Fuck. I can’t wait to use your pouty mouth. You’d suck me so good, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes. Ahh.”

“Push a little more. Your hole can’t wait to be stretched by the real thing, can it?”