Page 58 of Unbound

At least that’s what I thought until I saw his dick. Now, I’d be scribbling in the margins about sticking that thing in me post haste.

It’s not overly long—thank God, because no one wants their cervix blown out—but she’s a girthy girl. And sports a slight curve that probably⁠—

“I thought you were in a hurry?” Walker backs toward the shower, the deep rumble of his voice and the slow glide of his hand luring me along like he’s the fucking Pied Piper.

And I might be dickmatized enough to jump off a cliff if he told me to.

Getting naked in front of someone for the first time is always a little intimidating. At least for me. Obviously not for Walker, because there isn’t even the slightest hint of shame or uncertainty in his expression as he steps under the spray, continuing to languidly stroke his cock.

But this morning, I don’t consider a single one of my insecurities as I shuck the remainder of my clothes, kicking them away before I join him. The water is surprisingly hot, and as soon as it hits my tense muscles, I can’t help but groan as my eyes roll back. “That feels so good.”

“You haven’t even touched yourself yet.” Walker’s voice is close and has my eyes snapping open in surprise.

The wide expanse of his body is as close as it can get without touching mine, and I unintentionally lick my lips as I watch the water make paths following the swell and dips of his muscles.

I know it was probably wrong of me to look through all of his information and collect all available photos of him the way I did. But honestly, could anyone blame me? The man is fucking unreal. Gorgeous in a way I’ve never seen before. And the way he stares at a camera had my belly flipping every time I snuck a peek in my Walker folder.

But now I don’t have to sneak peeks. Now Walker is looking at me that way. Intense. Focused. With a line between his brows that almost makes him seem angry. But I haven’t been a pain in the ass this morning, so I’m pretty sure he’s not angry at me.

“Well?” Walker drags his blue eyes down my body, pausing at my chest for a second before continuing down.

“Well, what?”

I swallow hard, taking a tiny step back because I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. By him. By the water. By my body’s reaction to his closeness and my mind’s whispered suggestion to let him get even closer.

But Walker won’t let me get away. He moves with me, bracing one hand against the stone behind me as he crowds closer. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

“I thought you were going to touch me?” Isn’t that what he said? Two birds, one stone?

“If you’re in a hurry, we don’t have time for me to make you come.” He gives the head of his dick a little squeeze, my breath catching at the action. “So you’re going to have to do it yourself.”

My eyes are stuck to his cock again, watching every flick of his wrist. “Is that what you’re doing?”

“It is. And I’m way ahead of you, so you better catch up.” Walker moves in a little more, his nose trailing alongside mine. “Put your hand on your pussy for me, Sybil.”

I might not have to if he keeps talking like this. Just the deep rumble of his voice urging me on could be enough to send me over the finish line.

But I want to please him. Especially after last night. Walker offered up his services without any expectation that I return the favor. Even now, he’s not asking me to touch him—a little disappointing—he simply wants to watch me touch myself.

And while I’m not embarrassed by it, I am still feeling a little awkward about everything.

But Walker doesn’t look awkward. Watching him stroke himself is hot as fuck, so maybe he’ll think watching me is equally hot.

Honestly, I’d settle for half as hot.

Trailing my fingers past my belly, I do what he wants, earning a rumble of approval that shoots straight through me.

Walker leans back, putting just enough space between us so he can look down the front of my body to where I’m tentatively stroking my clit.

“That’s not how you like it.” He wedges his knee between mine, nudging my feet apart. “Spread your legs. Give yourself room to work.”

I’m not a virgin. Far from it. But I’m facing down yet another first with Walker. Last night it was edging, and now mutual masturbation. Both happening right out of the gate. I can’t fathom what could be next. But I absolutely want to find out.

So I do as he commands, parting my thighs and gasping a little as I find more contact.

“Better.” His eyes stay locked on where I touch myself. “Now flatten your fingers and slide them from side to side.”

My legs wobble as I do what he says, eyes slipping shut, head tipping back to rest against the tile.