“What would that be?” he asks and I’m afraid to look, but I think I hear desire in his voice, the deep timbre of it resonating inside of me, making me tremble. I slide my panties down my legs, doing my best to slip out of them. I pray to God I look sexy and not like the dork I feel. I step in the shower, thinking oddly that if I go through with this, we’ll once again be in the shower. Will White think I’m some kind of freak who only wants sex in the water?
“Kayla?” White asks, and I realize I’ve gotten lost in my thoughts again.
“I was hoping to give you pleasure in the shower,” I tell him, suddenly self-conscious and afraid to say the wrong thing.
“Give me pleasure?” he asks, and maybe I’m wrong, but I hear him smiling.
“Yeah,” I tell him. “To reciprocate. You know, for last night.”
“Reciprocate? Kayla, what I gave you was because I wanted to. Not because I expect you to feel obligated.”
“I don’t!” I rush to reassure him, once again feeling like an oddball. Maybe this is why I’m single at almost thirty and in love with my best friend. I’m just a freak. “I don’t feel obligated, White. I want to. I really want to,” I tell him, unsure how to finish, but I gather up enough courage to finally look at him. He’s standing there naked. His large cock seems to pulsate, though I suppose that could be my imagination.
“Kayla?” White asks, and I pull my eyes away from his dick to look at him.
“I think I know what those romance authors are talking about in their books when they write about throbbing members,” I whisper—like an idiot.
White laughs. It’s a full-bodied laugh. A good one that would make me happy if he wasn’t laughing at me.
“See something you like, honey?” he says, and he’s walking towards the shower. And honest to God, I had forgotten the shower was even on.
“How big is that thing?” Again, I just say what’s in my brain because apparently I have no control over my mouth. This, of course, makes White laugh again, and my heart stops as I watch his hand reach down to wrap around his dick. Slowly he strokes it, just once, but enough to make me want to moan. The head looks impossibly broad, and through the thin spray of water that is splashing around us, I see a large drop of pre-cum come out and paint the head of his dick, making it appear glossy.
“I’ve never measured it, honey,” he admits as I pull my eyes away from his cock to watch little droplets of water splash onto his body. One lands on his chest and slowly runs down those washboard abs. I can’t tear my eyes away, which of course makes me look at his cock again, jutting out towards me, and it’s not my imagination this time. It is literally pulsating. I can see little jerks along the hard rigid veins that are pressed against the skin. They seem to be moving in time with my heartbeat.
“That will never fit in my mouth,” I whisper, backing against the shower wall as he follows.
“Are you saying you want to suck my cock, Buttercup?” he asks, moving his hand over his cock again. It’s then I realize that yep, I’ve once again said something out loud I didn’t mean for him to hear. I swallow and give him the one word that I can manage to get out because my breath is stalled in my chest. The one word that I have a feeling I’ll be telling White often.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER 22
WHITE
I don't know what changed between last night and this morning. I just know that I'm glad it did.
I move into the shower, shutting the door behind me. Kayla doesn't make a move. She's still staring at my dick, and while that's great, there's only so much looking a man can handle.
"Do you have a thing for showers, Buttercup?" I ask, reaching for the soap.
"What? No," she says, finally looking at me. Her cheeks bloom with deep red color that has nothing to do with the heat of the water. I turn and move until my back is against the spray, forcing us to do a small dance so that Kayla moves in front of me. I'm not sure what's after this life. If there is a Heaven, I'm pretty sure hot water and a naked Kayla are involved. "It's just, well, morning showers wake me up."
"I can understand that. I'm definitely up now," I tell her, looking down at my dick.
"You're so corny," she says, but she smiles, and it helps erase that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look she had before.
"Enough talk, woman. Wash me before I turn old and wrinkled up and destroy the manly image you have of me," I jokingly order her, handing her the soap.
"Bossy much?" she sighs, but she starts lathering up her hands. Setting the soap on the shelf, she puts her hands on my neck and moves the lather slowly down my chest. Fuck. Having Kayla's hands on me is so much better than anything I've experienced before.