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“Why are you hard?” she asks, her cheeks turning pink.
“Because you’re naked,” I answer simply.
“And that’s all it takes?”
Her question is so naïve and adorable, but seeing her innocence is also incredibly sexy. She’s such an odd mix of jaded and guileless, she’s capable of so much bad, but I think it’s because she’s so desperate for love and support.
“With you, yeah that’s all it takes,” I tell her, watching her expression carefully.
“So if another girl was naked in here…” she trails off.
“It usually takes more than the sight of a pair of tits to get me this hard, baby.”
Her lips form an ‘O’ and she nods slowly.
Smiling, I squeeze some shower gel into my hands and then deliberately wash my chest, abs, and then my dick, taking hold of my length and gripping it tightly as I slide my fist up and down a couple of times while her greedy eyes watch me.
The sound of the shower prevents me from hearing the gasp that I’m sure she makes, but I smirk anyway, releasing my dick and quickly washing the rest of my body and hair before stepping out of the shower, dripping with water and closing the distance between us. Lifting her from the counter I kiss her roughly, fighting the urge to slide my dick into her. I want her in a way I’ve never wanted a girl before, she’s a compulsion, a need, and denying myself now that she’s mine feels wrong on so many levels.
I want to claim her, but until she feels the same way I do, until she believes that I’m hers, that this is more than just about the physical, I’m going to withhold sex from both of us. Turning, I lower her into the shower and reluctantly release her, stepping back as she glares as me with confusion filled eyes.
“Shower, Priss, project revenge starts in an hour.”
The ardor immediately fades at the mention of anything to do with her parents and I almost regret bringing them up. Her eyes shutter and I know she’s battened down a few of her mental barriers again. I want to order her to lower them again, to let me in, to let me see the real, raw, messed up Priss, but I won’t. It wouldn’t be fair for me to use my control over her in that way. Maybe someday she’ll trust me, us, enough to show me herself, maybe not, but either way it has to be her choice.
Grabbing a towel I slowly dry myself as I watch her shower, her lithe body doused in water and foam from the soap. There’s not an ounce of body fat on her anyway, her hips are slim, her breasts small and pert. She’s beautiful, but this is the first time I’ve really noticed the fragility in her body. Maybe after this morning and the food revelations I’m looking for it, but either way a surge of need to care for her consumes me.
Silently I vow to help her, even if she leaves me, even if she decides she doesn’t want anything more than a physical relationship with me. I’ll help her anyway, because Priss Archibald is somehow becoming my axis, the thing my world revolves around, and I’m helpless to stop it.
When she’s washed and conditioned her hair, she turns off the water and steps out of the shower, straight into the towel I’m holding out for her. Wrapping it around her, I gently dry her body as she just watches me with unsure eyes.
“I can do that myself,” she says with a tiny hint of snark.
“I know.” But I don’t stop until her skin is dry and tinged pink from the heat of the water. Taking her hand, I lead her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “Your clothes are in the closet, the dresser on the right is yours.”
Pulling out some baggy shorts and a tank, I pull them on, then grab my cell and climb back onto the bed. Creating a new text group, I quickly type out a message.
Project Revenge
Carson – Arlo did you cover us at school for the rest of the week?
Arlo – Yep, told her we had to sort out some details for the wedding, Principal Irvine lapped it up.
Tally – What time are you guys getting here?
Carson – Figured we’d do it here.
Arlo – There’s more space at mine.
Carson – True, we’ll be there in an hour.
Watson – Is Crueligan coming?
Carson – Don’t be a dick.
Olly – Wats shut the fuck up!
Tally – Stop it Wats.
