Page 52 of Stag

I set the fancy coffee machine running, using the notes he’d left beside it, because he said ‘if I break it, I buy it’. Hell. It probably cost more than a fucking year’s salary at this point. Thinking about money put me right back at what the fuck do I do now? I knew the redundancy ‘at risk’ thing was bullshit. They knew who they were laying off, and I’d hardly been my best self there, had I?

Maybe the Bennetts really were my only option, but working for them was like signing up for ritualised abuse. Of course, maybe that’s what I deserved for being such a prick my whole life.

The coffee smelled amazing, so I prepped two mugs, even using the milk thing to steam the milk for them, and then I headed upstairs. I had no idea if she took sugar, so I might have to run back down for some, but I wanted to get back to her. I wanted to see if she’d already moved on, or if there was a chance she wanted more. I’d give her anything she fucking wanted. Anything.

She wasn’t in the bedroom, so I set down the coffees and went searching for her. Did I know she’d be in the shower? I mean, I’m kinda logical sometimes, so sure, I knew there was a chance, but did I imagine she’d have left the door unlocked for me? Even open a touch, just to give me a chance to peer inside, and see her through the slightly fogged up glass door? The curves on that sweet body of hers made me want to moan, I’d felt them. I’d touched them. I wanted so much more.

I pushed the door open a touch more, and risked getting caught watching her, because this was the best show of my life. This was the woman I was falling for, wet, soapy, arching her head back under the water, as the water droplets sluiced down her skin. There were whole fogged up patches of the glass that I couldn’t see through, but the bits that were still clear? I could see pale creamy skin, and water. Soap suds sliding down. Her hands gliding over her skin.

“Stag?” Oh fuck. Busted.

My head shot up and I noticed she’d poked her head around the shower door.

“Sorry. Sorry. I’m such a perv. I’m going!” She shook her head as I started backing up.

“Join me, silly. We’ll be doing Henley a favour, and saving some water.”

Yeah, because I’m sure that fucker was hurting for bills money right now. Still, you don’t look a gifthorse in the mouth, or a beautiful woman in the… nope… whatever funny shit I was about to try and figure out was gone, because she stepped fully out of the spray and rested her hands on her hips, her head tilted at a sassy angle.

“Are you going to turn me down, Stag?”

Fuck no. I tossed my t-shirt on the floor, and started rushing the jeans and boxers off. Fuck me. I’m about to get in the shower with a woman. We’re both naked, and I’m hard as a fucking rock. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. It happens to others, but never me. I’ve somehow made it into heaven. Despite being an asshole, I’m being rewarded in my afterlife. I must have died downstairs in that kitchen. Or maybe last night in the bedroom. Whatever this is, I’m taking it. You don’t turn a lady down.

I stepped into the shower cubicle, the lightest spray of hot water hitting my skin as Claudia took one of my hands, and tugged me with her, under the fuller spray of water, until I was suddenly in the reach of a secondary shower head angled beneath the other.

Holy shit. I’d marvel at the amazing shower he had, but there was something fucking incredible going on here. Claudia took my hands, setting them palm up, then sprayed a dollop of fruity smelling product into them.

“Help me?” Holy fuck, I’m dying right now. This is all the stuff of my fucking dreams, but what was in my hands? Shampoo? Conditioner? Body wash of some kind?

Claudia giggled as I stared at it, tugging my hands closer and resting them against her shoulders, guiding them to start gliding over her skin, as the purple coloured soap slid down in colourful streams, and I moved in a rush to catch it and rub it into her flesh.

Fuck me. I’m showering her. I’m rubbing soap into her beautiful tits. I didn’t mean to go straight there, but she wasn’t complaining, in fact, she was encouraging me, moaning and arching into my touch. Every time I saw and heard her reactions to something I did, it made me feel like a king. It made me feel like a god. It was powerful, knowing that I was making her feel so good. It’s like finding what my life was for, and I know, that’s dramatic or whatever, but I’d waited too long to know how this stuff felt. I knew it’d be good, but this good? Holy shit.

Her fingers suddenly wrapped around my cock, stroking it firmly as I ran my hands around her breasts, and skimmed her nipples. Sure, I was soaping just the one area, but my brain had stopped working right around the time she pressed my hands against her.

Every time her hand slid back down my cock, she managed to tease my balls, before she moved it back up again, and my legs were starting to tremble as her touch drove me dangerously close to coming. This whole situation was like one long foreplay session, and nobody told my balls to be cool. They wanted to get to the end game, and here I was, just enjoying the ride.

“Fuck, Claudia… you’re killing me here…”

Claudia

Isaw his lips moving but I missed the words, but from the expression on his face, I think I got the sentiment of it. He was rocking his hips to meet my hand as I stroked him, and the tortured bliss on his face, the way his fingers flinched against my skin as he tried to keep his focus on soaping my skin. I was already clean, this was purely for his enjoyment. It seemed to me that he’d missed out on so much intimacy and fun, and I wanted him to experience everything.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I asked, but it wasn’t really a question, because I could see and feel his reactions. Not getting to hear how I’m making him feel doesn’t mean I’m missing out on those hints, because his chest is rising and falling so rapidly, his sharp breaths sending wisps of heated air at my chin as he practically sags in response to the way he’s trying to hold back from coming. I can see the turmoil. I can feel how his hands keep trying to clench, but he’s doing his best not to hurt me.

I used my free hand and shoved one of his between my legs.

“Touch me too. I want you to slide your fingers inside me, Stag.”

“Holy Jesus fuck,” he said, the words looking like they were bitten out in frantic urgency, as his fingers eased inside me, and started to thrust, sliding over my clit by accident or design, sending little ripples of pleasure outward as he moved.

I wanted his cock inside me, but it felt like that wasn’t something we should rush to. He had so much to enjoy for the first time, and even though it was edging the hell out of me, I wanted him to experience them at his own pace, and not mine. I’m sure men in my situation would have been racing to the finish line to get theirs from a virgin, but for me, my pleasure was rooted in seeing the wonder and awe in his eyes as he tried new things with me.

“I’m close, Stag,” I gasped out, because suddenly out of nowhere, there it was, my orgasm hovering right at the cusp of my self control, my legs trembling, and my fingers faltering on his cock as I started to ride the wave. Oh god. Pleasure was burning its way through me, my eyes fluttering closed as the ripples tingled every inch of me on their way.

“Oh goddddd,” I whimpered as my hips moved to ride Stag’s fingers, which had halted in place as he watched me go over. My eyes had popped open almost as soon as they closed, because without my eyes, I’d miss how he was feeling right now.

His eyes were wide and unblinking, his lips pressed together in a line as if he was trying to fight how he felt, unless he really didn’t like what he saw. Insecurity surged as he swallowed hard and stopped my fingers from moving. He wasn’t happy. He was… what was that look?