Chapter 86
I held my breath, waiting for him to unbuckle his belt and feel the rush of excitement in my chest when he takes it off the loops. With a clatter, it fell to the floor, and I winced, but my gaze remained fixed on his hands. He unfastened his button, making a loud clicking sound, and then used it to pull down his underwear and pants.
As he straightened his body and enjoyed my observation of his erection, he let me see it. My heart was beating erratically now, adding to the loud sound of the water in my ears. With a furious groan, he stroked his fingers along his length and looked down at me with a hot expression.
There was only going to be one outcome for the remainder of this night if he joined me in this tub in that manner.
He moved a little closer to me as he dropped his body into the water, and I dipped even deeper into the tub, bending my knees so that my head was the only portion of my body he could see clearly.
"Come here." His demands were forced onto me, and I could feel them puckering my skin.
A chance and an option.
A decision and its outcome.
As I began to move, he was leaning against one of the tub's walls and slowly wading into the water. Making this decision implied that I would be in charge, and if I touched him first, that said that I would be in charge of this circumstance.
When I got closer to him, my hands started to shake, and the water stopped at his waist, making me nervous as I took him in.
As soon as he reached out to me, I squealed, and he pulled me into his chest, the ocean crashing around us.
"What am I going to do with you?" A faint but kind smile appeared on his lips as he whispered. We were both drenched in more ways than one as my body was mashed up against his.
I brushed my lips against his, breathing a flutter.
"I think that you should obey me." His wolf-like eyes sparkled as my words soothed, aroused, and interested him.
"And how would you like me to do that, my queen?" I drew his arms away from me, shivering as his speech was like a breath.
I had to be in charge if I was going to carry out this action.
I extended his arms to both sides of him, pressing against the tub's walls.
He was about to object. "You can't touch me." "But I'm going to touch you."
I leaned in and kissed the width of his muscular chest, my hands sliding over his shoulder blades as I pressed my lips just below his collar bone.
It was hardly a second before his arms were around my waist once more.
I let out a sigh and moved away from him.
"Do that again, and I'll stop." His hands slowly pulled away from me and back to the edge of the tub, his nostrils flaring as he peered down at me.
I teased him until I could see his patience running thin as my hands gently traveled down his chest, probing the muscle and flesh that made him who he was. I stopped as soon as I felt my fingertips brush his belly, and he let out a roar. I turned to face him, expecting him to crack, but instead he curled his fingers over the tub's edge until his knuckles were white, and I gave him a condescending smile.
I whispered, "I think I like you like this," as I moved one of his legs between mine and felt his knee against my midsection.
My fingers found what I most wanted, and I let out a little groan as my hand started to brush against him once more.
I worked my fingers around his girth one by one until my hand was encircling him, and his breathing was growing louder.
"You're so big." I stroked my own length while murmuring to myself in amazement.
I chuckled in disbelief as he thrust his hips against my hand.
"And impatient—do you want me to go faster, your highness?" He was having difficulty focusing, breathing, and remaining motionless, but then his leg began to twist around mine beneath the water, his knee pressing harder against my own need for him.
I gasped and let go of his chest, my hand slipping from away.
"I want to be inside of you, but I will settle for anything you are willing to give me." Despite not following my instructions to move his hands, he managed to uncover a weakness in the game we were playing.
My breast pressed on him, making my chest heave, and my hand moved to round him once more after I had become used to how he had adjusted himself against me. When I felt his low growl vibrate through us both, I let out a satisfied whine. My hands traveled painfully slowly along his length.
Just one pump.
Two nozzles.
Three nozzles.
"Kylie, screw you. I have never—
I will, fuck!"
I could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten as he became flustered. He felt like he was about to blow up, and he didn't like how quickly it was occurring.
I said, "It's okay," as my hand began to move more quickly.
For a few more minutes, he attempted to regain control of himself with his eyes half closed. I gave him a gentle squeeze, causing him to sigh as I leaned in and pressed my lips into the bend of his neck. As I pressed my lips against his ear and kissed along the side of his throat, his cock abruptly jerked in my palm.
"Come for me." His body responded to the gentle order with an instantaneous flare in his gaze as he became vulnerable to my touch.
We had been riding high together when I felt his release cover my palm in the water and wash it away with the waves of his movements.
As the glassy look in his eyes cleared, his chest heaved, and I started to get away from him. I felt deep pain in my heart, pleading with him to treat me the same way I had treated him, but I had already done too much.
Before I could get away from him, he extended his arms in my direction and wrapped them around my back, hugging me to him. I responded by raising my legs and putting them around his waist.
"Stay with me tonight, in my bed." With a wistful ask, my heart fell.
"I can't." He scowled.
"You just gave me a hand job to the point where I was seeing stars, but the thought of sleeping in the same bed as me is too much for you." I was stuck in my own lies while he was attempting to grasp them.
"You saw stars?" Instead, I asked.
"Fucking constellations." He planted a kiss on the side of my mouth and moaned. "So, will you stay with me tonight?" He reiterated, completing the circle of communication.
I had given myself a rule, and if I broke it, there was no way I could go back from it. This mental block kept me from simply doing what he asked, even though there was no actual reason for it.
I put my cheek to his chest and shook my head.
The final day my mother could give me was tomorrow.
Another day to make an agonizing decision.
Another day to guarantee my doom.
A final day to spend with him.
"Ask me again tomorrow."