ROYAL ROCK(102)

I laughed, grinning hugely. “You should join me, maybe swallow my cock like you were supposed to.”

“We can’t do that anymore.”

“Sure we can. All you need to do is get down on your knees and suck until my cum slides down your throat.”

She gaped at me, shocked, and I laughed. She pushed my chest, her cheeks bright red, and I stepped back.

“Just shower if you’re showering,” she said.

“Okay.” I pulled my running shorts off, revealing my big hard dick, and tossed them over to her.

“Holy shit,” she said, her eyes wide. She quickly looked away. “You’re naked.”

“Got to get naked to shower.”

“Did you have to do it right in front of me?”

“You didn’t seem like you wanted to leave. I figured I’d show you what you’re missing.”

“I didn’t see anything.”

“Liar. You saw how fucking crazy you make me. Think you could take it?”

“No,” she muttered. “But we’ll never find out,” she added more loudly.

I laughed again, loving how she clearly wanted it but was too afraid to do anything about it. She was right that our parents were just downstairs, which meant actually taking her then and there was probably a bad idea, but still. I wanted to tease her until she was so wet that she could barely stand straight. Only when she was dripping a puddle on the floor would I finally slip inside her sweet cunt.

I climbed into the shower as she quickly left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I heard her scurry down the hall and slam her own door shut. I spit in my palm, wrapped my hand around my still-hard dick, and began to stroke myself, imagining that she was doing the same thing over in her room.

I knew I was driving her as insane as she drove me. It was like there was lava in my veins, a white-hot need for her sweet and soaked body. I needed those lips of hers wrapped around my dick more than anything. As I stroked myself, I knew she was over in her room, her legs spread wide while her fingers worked her clit.

The best part was, we both knew she couldn’t get herself off like I could. She was probably already disappointed that her orgasm was so much smaller than the one I had already given her. As I stroked myself and thought about her nice, firm tits in my hand, I could feel my own orgasm coming on.

I imagined blowing my fat load all over her nice tits. I’d love the look of surprise on her face as I practically covered her in my cum. I began to come for real as I imagined her down on her knees, completely naked, begging for it.

Finally, I finished up my shower and walked toward my room, dripping wet and naked still. Unfortunately, I didn’t run into her. Part of me hoped she’d see my soaked, naked body and know that I had just jerked off thinking about her. Instead, I grabbed a towel from the hall closet and went into my room to dry off and change.

Downstairs, the family was sitting down to breakfast. It didn’t look like anything had just happened from the outside, but I could tell by the way that Claire studiously ignored me that she was still thinking about what it’d feel like to lower her body slowly down onto my stiff dick.

“Good morning, Nathan,” Lucille said.

“Morning,” I grunted as I grabbed a plate. The staff had cooked some eggs, bacon, and a bunch of other stuff and laid it out buffet-style. I could get used to this shit.

I loaded up my plate and sat down next to Claire. We ate in silence for a minute, Jonathan reading his newspaper and my mother looking at her phone. Claire was looking at her phone, too, but I could tell she was distracted.

“So,” Jonathan said suddenly. “Nate, did you talk to Claire about that job?”

I shook my head no. “Not yet.”

“What job?” she asked.

“Well, honey,” Jonathan said, “I want you to work on one of my tour boats this summer.”

“I don’t know anything about working on a boat,” she said incredulously.

“I know that. Nate here is going to show you the ropes.”

She stared at me and I gave her my best smile. “That’s right, sis. It’ll be fun. Instill some Navy discipline in you.”

“No, thanks,” she said and went back to her phone.

“Claire,” her father said sternly. “This wasn’t a request.”

She looked back up, frowning. “Why, Dad? You’ve never made me work before.”

“I believe you’re becoming a little lax in your studies. I want you to learn the value of hard work.”

She sighed heavily. “I work very hard, Dad. I know you don’t see it, but I do.”

“That may be true. Prove it to me this summer.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” I said to her.