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My jaw drops, and I stare at him in disbelief while my brain plays catchup on what he just said.
“I didn’t…I’m not…I wasn’t doing…that!”Oh dear god, I’m protesting too much. Now he’s definitely going to think I was touching myself!
“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” he teases with a laugh.
“Don’t misquoteHamletat me,” I snap again. Because now that he’s mentionedpleasure,all I can think about is the ache between my thighs, and judging by Bhodi’s cunning smirk, he damn well knows it too.
“Need help with something, little dot?”
“No!”
“Can I help you wash your hair? I don’t want you to overdo it just because you’re feeling a little better.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to protest that I’m fine, I can do it myself, when I pause. No one has ever washed my hair for me. No one ever offers to take care of me, and the guys have been doing an amazing job while I’ve been unwell.
Not unwell, detoxing, Malia.
“Actually, that sounds amazing. Yes please.”
I initially thought Bhodi climbed into the shower to hit on me, but he’s all business when it comes to washing my hair, his hands and eyes never straying once. It’s me who inadvertently changes the dynamic between us, moaning like a wanton hussy when he massages the shampoo into my scalp.
“Oh god, that feels amazing,” I groan. He chuckles lightly.
“Is this really what a massage feels like? I think I’ve been missing out.”
“Nah, it doesn’t normally feel this good. It’s just special because I’m doing it.”
I laugh at his joke but something familiar flashes in my mind:he can be arrogant at times.Followed by my subconscious defending him:is it arrogance when you know he has the goods to back up his brag?
Like a woman possessed, I spin around so that I’m facing him, wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a scorching kiss. He lifts me with one hand under my ass, and I wrap my legs around his hips as he pushes my back against the tiles and takes over.
Sliding his free hand between our bodies, his deft fingers find my clit and waste no time in bringing me right to the edge of orgasm until I’m begging and pleading with him to fill me. There’s fire coursing through my veins and my body is burning up withneed.
Not need for Bhodi, but need for my meds. It’s driving me insane. And I swear his dick is just the thing I need to distract me. It’s either that, or I kick him out and claw at my skin until the water turns red.
Thankfully, he doesn’t disappoint, sliding into me with little resistance and giving me the extra stimulation I needed to push me over the edge. I come undone on his dick, garbled cries and soundless words falling from my lips as I pulse around him.
“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me!”
“Look, I was just sticking up for you in there. I think he was out of order.”
“I didn’t ask you to! I don’t need sticking up for. I’ve got this!”
“No, you don’t! You ran from the room crying!”
“I don’t need anything from you.”
“Yeah?” he challenges, stepping into my space and causing me to back up. He follows me, encroaching on my personal space until my back hits the wall. He cages me in, putting his hands against the plaster on either side of my face and leans in close. I have to tilt my head right back to meet his gaze, and my breathing is so laboured that my chest is heaving. He leans down, down, down, fully focused on my lips. And I’m staring back at him the exact same way, coming up, up, up to meet him on my tiptoes.
The lights all along the hallway get brighter. He snaps and somewhere along the corridor a bulb blows. Glass shatters overhead. But neither of us flinch.
His hand fists roughly in my hair and I moan into his mouth. His cock throbs inside of me. I redouble my efforts, kissing the shit out of him, stuck somewhere between what’s now and what was. The lights in the bathroom flicker and surge. My orgasm pulses on with every rough thrust of his hips, and I’m dragged back to before.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” An irate voice fills the space and we jump apart guiltily. We’re both staring at one another, breathing hard.
I cry out as I come again, my orgasm crashing through me at the same time as Bhodi’s.
We remain wrapped around one another, catching our breath, as I contemplate if a memory of kissing Bhodi and being caught by the professor just made me come.Holy shit.
