Page 35 of Protecting Olivia

“Do I take the earring out to take a shower?” Olivia asked cutting through my musings.

“No. Leave it in.”

“Is it alright if I go take a shower?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’ll finish up the dishes,” I offered.

“Thanks.”

Olivia turned to walk away, and just like all the other times, I couldn’t stop myself from watching the sexy sway of her hips. I rushed through rinsing the rest of the dishes. I didn’t know if me using hot water in the kitchen would affect the water temperature in the bathroom and I didn’t want her to burn herself.

I debated whether or not I should go into the master bedroom and get ready for bed myself. Somehow, I thought I was better off staying far away from Olivia while she was naked and soapy. I only trusted myself so much when it came to her. I adjusted my now semi-hard cock in my jeans and hoped that I wasn’t going to have permanent damage. I don’t think I’d walked around with a hard-on for this long without taking care of it, ever. Maybe that’s what I needed. A shower and some self-pleasure. It would knock some of the batter off the brain, so to speak.

I finished putting the dishes away and checked the doors and windows. I was arming the alarm when Olivia joined me in the main room.

“Shower is all yours.”

“You cannot be serious,” I mumbled.

Tonight’s PJs were a pair of skin-tight yoga pants and another tank top. Only this one had one of those built-in bra things that allowed her nipples to poke through the fabric taunting me, tempting me to lick them.

“What’s wrong?” she asked and looked around the room.

“Nothing. I’ll be right back. Do not open any of the doors and don’t open the curtains,” I commanded and left the room. Probably a whole lot harsher than I should’ve but damn, she was going to kill me. Maybe that was how I’d go out, death by nipple display.

I slammed the bathroom door harder than I meant to and quickly disrobed. I didn’t bother waiting for the water to warm up before I stepped in the shower and fisted my cock. This was going to be embarrassingly quick. All it took was a few pumps and visions of Olivia’s perfect tits and engorged nipples for me to feel my balls tighten. I didn’t need to imagine what they looked like, the memory of them were fresh in my mind. Perfect heavy tits…

The door to the bathroom flew open. “Leo,” Olivia’s frightened voice slammed into me. Without thinking, I pulled the shower curtain open.

“Holy crap,” she whispered.

I realized my hard cock was standing at attention, like a heat-seeking missile pointing directly at Olivia. It was too late to do anything about it, she’d seen everything there was to see.

“What’s wrong?” I ignored the awkwardness and tried to pull her back to the original reason she had come into the bathroom.

“Hmm,” she stammered.

“Focus, Olivia,” I commanded and turned off the water, stepping out of the shower. Uncaring that I was not only dripping water all over the floor but getting closer to Olivia while my cock was swinging in the wind.

“Oh, I am focused.” Her eyes still hadn’t left my cock.

You would think that being interrupted while jerking off in the shower would make your cock go limp. Under normal circumstances, it would’ve. But with Olivia staring at it and unconsciously licking her plump lips my cock grew harder, if that was possible. All I could imagine was what it would feel like to push the tip past her lips… I had to shut this shit down. Olivia was scared.

“Why are you in here?” I asked.

“I heard something at the back door,” she whispered.

I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed my gun off the counter.

“Fuck. Stay in here. Keep the door locked. And no matter what you hear do not come out.”

I didn’t wait for her reply. I’d wasted enough time already focusing on my dick instead of the mission.

I checked the front of the house first. Nothing. I hugged the wall of the living room noting that most of the lights were already turned off. But there was still enough illumination in the room that if someone was looking in, they could see me.

I pulled back the curtain to the sliding glass back door ever so slightly. Two raccoons were on the back deck eating whatever kind of nut the large tree behind the house had dropped. I let the curtain fall and walked back to the bathroom.

I knocked on the bathroom door twice and announced, “All clear. You can come out.”