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“You’re the worst.”
I lean in and steal a kiss from her lips. “Says the one who watched me jerk off in the shower.”
A red flush creeps into her cheeks. “Okay, I’m the worst.”
I kiss her again. “The absolute worst.”
“I’m terrible.”
I glide my tongue along her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. “So terrible.”
She hums, and it travels all the way to the tip of my dick, making it jump between us. Her eyes dart to the washcloth resting on the corner of the tub. “Can I wash you?”
“You can do anything you want to me.”
She grins as she turns around, her movements slow and careful. Facing me with her legs straddled on either side of my hips, and her ass on the tub, she sits in front of me. “Is this okay?”
On a perfect day, I’d pull her on my lap, take two handfuls of her ass, and relish in the feel of her on top of me. But with the pain I’m in today, this will have to do. Besides, with her legs spread in front of me, with my dick nestled between her thighs, and the water level hitting just below her rosy nipples—this is pretty damn close to perfect.
My voice is hoarse when the words come out. “This is more than okay.”
Charly works the soap into the cloth until it’s white and foamy. She starts at my collarbone, massaging my skin in small, gentle circles. My heart is in my throat, and I wonder if she sees my pulse thumping against my neck. She rounds one shoulder, pushing the cloth down my arm, and back up again before sweeping it across my chest to the other side.
The way she’s gazing at me, the hungry look of desire emanating from her eyes, it doesn’t make me feel incapable, or helpless. She’s not washing me because I can’t. She’s washing me because she wants to. Because it’s an intimate moment shared between us. Because it’s turning her on.
And I can’t hide that it’s turning me on too.
Her lips are parted, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths as she slides the washcloth down my stomach, moving painfully slow over each ridge of my abs. Then she pushes the cloth aside, letting it float away, and presses her palms to my shoulders. Her delicate hands skim over my chest, her fingertips grazing my nipples as they make their descent. I clench my jaw, letting her explore my body, trying to keep still with my hands gripping onto either side of the tub.
Her eyes lock with mine as her hands slip under the water, and she holds my gaze while she wraps one around the base of my cock. She lets out a gasp, like she’s surprised at herself, or at my size.
“Can I ...?” she whispers. “I want to touch you.”
A stifled groan leaves my throat. “You already are, sweetheart.”
She pumps me once, dragging her palm to the tip and back down, and she rolls her tongue over her bottom lip.
“Touch me, Bryce.” She inches closer, speaking against my lips. “I want you to.”
I drag my fingers along her seam, and I nearly come at the feel of her softness. I fumble with my other hand to shut the jets, needing the water to settle so I can get a clear view of her. Then I cup her breast, circling my thumb over her hardened bud. She moans louder, and it echoes off the tile.
“God, I love the way you sound.” My tongue swoops inside her mouth in a languorous motion, wishing I could lap up her body in the same way. “This is what I was thinking about when you saw me in the shower. Touching you. Teasing you. Hearing you come.”
Her hips rock against my fingers as I stroke her clit, urging me to move faster. She’s panting, her tits bouncing as she jerks me in long, firm pumps. She drops her gaze as our hands move between us, and my dick swells at the sight of her watching us. We work each other until we’re both moaning in a messy frenzy of open-mouthed kisses.
My thumb moves faster as it circles her clit, and she cries out. “Yes, Bryce. Yes.”
“Come for me, Charly. Let me hear you.”
Her hand stills around my cock as she comes. She whimpers my name, body shuddering, with her head thrown back, and her eyes pinched shut. I hold her close while she rocks her hips against my hand, riding out her orgasm until she settles back down, and I whisper how beautiful she is in her ear.
“You’re the beautiful one,” she says, breathless and panting as her eyes fall to her hand wrapped around me.
“I’ve never felt as good as I feel right now.” I pause, inhaling a shaky breath. “I should tell you, there’s something you should know. Before we go any further. I haven’t ... I haven’t been with anyone. Since my injury.”
“That’s okay. Are you worried about coming too soon?”
I tear my eyes away from hers, heat creeping into my cheeks as I brace myself for her reaction when she hears what I’m about to say. “Sometimes, with my type of injury, there can be ... complications with the way my body works.”
