Alicia was exhausted by the time her shift ended. Exhausted, thrilled, self-conscious and more than a little turned on. In truth, she had a sneaking suspicion that she was horny.
Embarrassment twinged inside her.
She’d heard the word, but she’d never understood what it meant. She’d been aroused before, yes, but she’d never walked around in such a state of sexual need. All that concentrated male approval had affected her more than she’d anticipated. She’d expected to be ashamed and uncomfortable, but she’d never thought her sensual nature would be provoked like this. She hadn’t even realised she had a sensual nature.
But it was stirring now.
Stirring, churning and coiling.
She accepted one of the employees’ hands as he helped her down from a side stage. Her breasts bounced as she climbed down the steps, and there was nothing she could do to hide her response. Her nipples had been stimulated for hours now. They were so tight and achy. Her body was reacting so strangely to all of this.
And so powerfully.
She could feel the hot male gazes upon her as she made her way to the hallway back to the dressing room. On her bare ass, gliding down her legs, caressing her breasts, tugging at her G-string. She’d been virtually naked in this room with these strangers for hours. It hadn’t begun to seem normal, but she’d stopped trying to cover herself long ago.
Bas wouldn’t allow it.
And to be honest, she got a thrill out of the attention. The attention on her body, the attention to her dancing; the attention simply on her.
Her eyelids got heavy. Oh, she wanted to be touched so badly.
Her fingers curled and they brushed against her hips as she walked. Trying to be surreptitious, she slid them up to the band of her G-string. She traced its lines over her hipbones and down her legs towards her crotch.
What was wrong with her? She was practically trembling with need. Had the other day done something do her? Was she like Pavlov’s dog now that once she danced, she needed to be rewarded? Her thighs were clenching as she turned the corner.
She came up short when she saw Remy waiting.
Big, muscled and looming. He was lounging casually in the darkened hallway, his shoulders pressed back against the wall and his legs crossed at the ankles. He looked lazy, dangerous and ready to pounce.
Alicia couldn’t help it. Her hands came up to cover her breasts.
He smirked at the move, but unlike Bas he didn’t order her to expose herself. A shiver went through her. No, that wasn’t Remy’s way. If he wanted to see her breasts, he’d make her show them in a much more physical way.
She edged back a tiny step. And then another.
‘How was your first night, Leesha?’
Her stomach clenched. The way he said her name was like a lick across her skin. Beneath her hands, she felt her nipples pinch. They poked into her palms, begging for manipulation.
‘Fine.’ The word came out as a hoarse whisper.
His gaze drifted down her trembling belly to her G-string. ‘Looks better than fine from where I’m standing.’
Her buttocks clenched. Even with all the bills tucked inside, the thing barely covered her down there.
‘You enjoyed yourself on that stage.’
It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t know quite how to answer. ‘I was scared.’
‘You don’t have to be. Nobody’s going to get to you. They’d have to go through me first.’
His dark eyes sparked and he pushed himself away from the wall. The movement was fluid and unhurried. Alicia was so transfixed by the sight of all that strong, muscled flesh coming at her that she froze like a deer in the headlights. When she finally reacted, it was too late.
He trapped her against the wall, leaning in until his body brushed against hers. So hot. So threatening. So tantalising. She swallowed hard and her hands tightened on her breasts. Her feet scurried to move her out of the way, but they only inched her back until her bare butt was pressed against the cold wall.
She was caught.
He braced a hand aside her head and encroached on her personal space even further. ‘You were beautiful up there.’
Something fluttered inside her chest. Beautiful, not sexy or slutty.
‘I got hard watching you dance.’
Her heart began crashing against her ribcage and her thighs rubbed uncontrollably. She’d never attracted a man like him before. He was so ruggedly male, so handsome she couldn’t help but stare. Those eyes – the way he watched her.
Her nerves began to sing. He was catching her at precisely the wrong time. She knew she should stay far away from this man. He wanted to do things to her that she couldn’t fathom. He scared her and fascinated her and excited her in ways she didn’t understand, but in her purest heart she knew she should run in the other direction whenever she saw him.
‘I shouldn’t like it,’ she whispered. ‘It’s dirty and improper.’
‘But that’s what makes it feel so good.’
She let out a squeak when he caught her by the waist. He moved in that fluid way of his again, lifting her until she was pinned like a bug against the wall. Instinct had her clutching at his shoulders, but then she remembered her nudity. Her hands clapped back over her breasts, and she shivered at the look of disapproval that crossed his face.
‘Seriously? You’ve been showing them off all night to anybody who will look.’
Yes, but she’d been safe on the stage, out of reach, and he intended to do more than look.
His hips were hard as he used them to hold her in place. With the wall immovable behind her, Leesha wriggled in distress. There was no way to fight him off when he caught her hands and dragged them away from what he wanted to see.
‘Remy,’ she whispered when he pinned her wrists against the wall next to her ears.
‘Wrap your legs around my waist.’
She squirmed like a worm on a hook. He was so much bigger than her, so much stronger. And heaven help her, her body was melting and quivering before him.
She looked down the hallway, back towards the main room. It was dark and secluded, but anyone could catch them here.
Could save her here, she meant. Why wasn’t she calling for help?
‘Wrap. Your. Legs.’
The bite in his voice sent a nip through her system. Shakily, she swung a leg around his hip. The wrap-around ties of her shoe dangled. It took some dexterity to hitch herself up and clench him with her other leg, but she managed it. Still not letting go of her wrists, he worked his hips higher into the notch at the juncture of her thighs. Shifting, thrusting and lifting until she was riding on him right where she wanted.
Leesha arched her neck and ground her head against the wall. Oh. Oh, goodness!
She shuddered when he raked his teeth over her jugular vein. ‘I don’t get it,’ he said, almost angrily. ‘So naïve and better-than-thou, but I wanted to fuck you in that church-lady outfit as much as I do with you standing here with your tits out and begging for it.’
She sucked in air. The coarse language stung her ears, but her body felt like one exposed nerve that needed petting. What was wrong with her?
‘Do you want it, Angel?’ His teeth dragged over her collarbone and his tongue dipped deep into the hollow at the base of her throat. ‘Do you need me?’
No. Absolutely not. She couldn’t let him drag her down.
‘Yes,’ she groaned.
A rough sound came from deep in his throat and his head dipped. He latched onto her breast like a man starved for sustenance and she let out a cry. His rough tongue lashed against her nipple, rasping across it like heavy sandpaper. When he pressed it against the roof of his mouth and began to suckle, her entire body arched. In distress or pleasure, it was hard to tell. They were so interchangeable in the otherworldly realm where she found herself.
‘Let go,’ she said hoarsely.
His mouth opened more widely over her breast, plumping it as he refused to give up his prize.
‘My hands,’ she panted. ‘I meant my hands.’
He turned her loose, and she wrapped her arms around him, one hand cupping the back of his head. His tugging was so intense; it was like he wanted her milk. She wondered what it would be like if she had any to give to him. She could feel her womb clenching as it was.
‘Is this the way it’s going to be?’ he asked when he finally turned her loose. His breath was warm and wet against her skin. ‘You dance and I fuck you?’
She squeezed her eyes shut. That sounded wonderful to her.
‘Innocent little dancer.’ He nudged his nose against her other aching nipple. ‘I’ll make you a naughty girl yet.’
Alicia groaned. She didn’t want to be naughty – but she’d always wondered what a girl had to do to get that label.
‘Is that what you want?’ he asked.
‘No.’
‘Liar.’
That hot, suctioning mouth clamped on, and her shoulders rolled. She felt each tug deep down in her core, and she was already so needy. So desperate. Her hips began twitching against the bulge filling out his jeans.
His hands were on her then, plumping her breasts for his mouth and grabbing her butt. One worked its way deeper between her legs. Dollar bills rubbed, but she let out a moan when he cupped her.
‘You like men touching your pussy, don’t ya, babe?’
Just the sound of that wicked P word made her belly squeeze.
His rough fingertips worked aside the stretchy fabric until they rubbed against her private flesh. She was slick and plump. ‘Aw, yeah, you do.’
She shuddered as he probed and investigated her.
‘Do you like to have it sucked and tongued? Do you like it when a big fat cock pushes inside you?’
Oh, her ears were burning, but his wicked words were setting her body aflame. She’d known it would be like this with him. She’d known it from the way he looked at her.
Her breath caught when two of his thick fingers burrowed deep, stretching her.
‘You’re sopping. Have you been wet since that first dance?’
She had. She’d made fantasy become reality and it had aroused her more than she could have ever dreamed.
‘Shit, you’re virgin tight.’ His fingers moved up and down inside her, wiggling and tickling. He pulled back to look into her face, and his dark eyes got heavy. Dangerous. ‘What are you like back here?’
Back where?
Alicia arched like a bow when his fingers abruptly pulled out and slid back. They trailed fire over her sensitive skin, but then one was pressing against her anus. She clutched at his shoulders, trying to push him away, but the pressure on her back door only intensified. Her sphincter muscle was no match as his thick finger penetrated her.
A gasp left her mouth, and then a low moan. ‘Ahhhh!’
His finger stiffened and worked deeper, going one knuckle deep and then two. Leesha sucked air into her lungs. The sensation was overwhelming, dark and biting. She felt vulnerable and debased, but the pleasure was shocking. So wrong. His finger seated deep and she let out a cry.
He caught it with an open-mouthed kiss. A mind-blowing, dangerous kiss. He worked himself closer to her until her breasts were plumped against his chest and her ankles were locked high against his back.
That devilish finger slowly retreated. It dragged against sensitive flesh, stimulating her in places she’d never felt before. She was relieved when it exited, but her thrill shot back up when the pressure started again. Harder this time. Thicker.
She jerked her mouth away from his.
‘Too much?’ Those eyes of his were entrancing. He slid his fingers back to her pussy to pick up more lubrication. ‘Now, let’s try.’
The penetration started again. Two fingers, Alicia thought desperately. It had to be. The pinch was hotter, the sense of fullness more scandalous, and he’d only started.
Her nipples raked against his hot chest and she dug her nails into his shoulders. She hadn’t known people did this. It certainly wasn’t normal, was it? It felt so wrong. She shouldn’t let him do this. She didn’t like it … maybe. Fear shot through her because she wasn’t sure. Her hips began to move, to try to find an escape. She had to get away from that insidious touch. She was afraid what would happen if she didn’t. Instinct had her internal muscles pushing down, trying to expel him.
Instead, those insistent fingers disappeared into her. ‘That’s right, baby.’ He leaned his forehead against hers. ‘Take me in. Take it all.’
She wasn’t prepared when his thumb slid into her pussy and he squeezed from both sides. A sharp cry left her lips and she twisted in his arms.
‘God, baby. You’re hot for it.’
She was so close to climaxing, it hurt. This shouldn’t make her feel this way. This shouldn’t make her want it so much.
‘God, I want to be inside of you. Unzip me.’
Leesha was nearly too far gone to hear, but one thing penetrated the sensual haze clouding her head. One word made its way through the mists of dark, seedy pleasure, and it was the one word guaranteed to make her go cold – the one name that would make her realise that she was succumbing to temptations that were impure. Unholy.
God.
She tensed. She hadn’t listened to the warning the other night, and she’d regretted it. Somewhat. The pleasure had been overwhelming, but afterwards? The questions and self-recriminations had eaten at her. She couldn’t give in again. She held herself stiff as she pushed at his shoulders. ‘No. Stop.’
He looked at her in surprise.
‘Please.’ Her legs flailed and she reached for his forearm that circled underneath her. She clutched at his wrist and tugged. ‘Stop touching me like that.’
‘You want my fingers in your ass,’ he said, his voice low.
‘No.’ Not anymore. She’d remembered why she was here. She was supposed to be showing them the light – not exploring the dark enticements of the flesh.
His fingers curled, making her bite her lip, but she didn’t have to ask him again. He stared at her, his face carved in stone as he retreated. She expected him to jerk his touch out of her. Instead, he drew it out, making her feel every spark of friction, every delectable millimetre.
She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and her toes reached for the floor. She was gulping for air now, but for entirely different reasons. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t do this. She’d told herself she would dance, but she wouldn’t let anyone touch her while she paid her thirty days of dues. Yet he’d barely had to look at her and she was offering herself up to him.
Her nakedness chilled her now. Uncaring of the rules that had been set for her, she wrapped an arm across her breasts. She was off the clock. She’d been heading to get dressed. Why hadn’t she just walked past him and gone home?
He caught her by the waist. ‘What’s wrong?’
His eyes were hard, but his hands didn’t hurt her. She just hurt on the inside, deep where her principles and beliefs lived. ‘I have to go. I can’t do this.’
A muscle in his jaw ticked. ‘Sure you can. You were doing it quite well.’
She shied away, unable to look at him. ‘It’s wrong, immoral.’
‘Who says?’
‘I’m sorry.’ She dipped her head. ‘I’m not built for this. I wasn’t raised this way.’
He moved then, making her flinch. Once again, he was leaning over her, his hands propped on either side of her. His breath was hot in her face. ‘You are built for this. For me. Once you let go of your prejudices and condescending attitude, you come find me.’
He caught her by the chin and kissed her. Sexily, intimately. Her lipstick was on his mouth when he pulled back. He wiped it off on the back of his hand as he stepped away from her. ‘Maybe then I’ll show you just how good we can make each other feel.’
***
Alicia was wound up tight. She paced around her bedroom, confused and uncertain. She’d done the right thing, she knew, but it felt so wrong. Her body was strung so tight she ached. She was still aroused, more so than she’d been after just dancing, but she didn’t know what to do to ease her distress. Her nipples were raw and her lips were swollen. Her womanhood – pussy – was throbbing and her bottom? Remy’s not-so-casual play had left her feeling aware and hungry.
She’d had to make him stop. She would have regretted her actions if she hadn’t.
But she’d been so close to finding that dark, consuming pleasure again.
She clenched her hands together. Even the brush of her nightgown had been too much. She kicked it out of her path and revelled in the feel of being completely naked. No G-string bound her and no shoes strapped her in.
But she needed something. Someone.
Colin.
He was her boyfriend. They had a committed relationship. Intimacy was OK if it was wrapped in love, wasn’t it?
She pounced on her bedside phone before she could rationalise any further. She hit his number on speed-dial, but it took several rings before he answered. His voice was groggy when he spoke. ‘Hello?’
‘Colin? It’s Alicia.’
He cleared his throat. ‘Is something wrong?’
‘No.’ She looked at the clock. It was after one. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’
‘What’s going on? Do you need something?’
‘I need you,’ she said bluntly.
She heard sheets sliding and envisioned him sitting up in bed. ‘Did you hear something outside? Did your A/C break down?’
She didn’t need a handyman, although once that thought sank into her head, she nearly groaned. Her thighs clenched hard, and she dropped onto the bed. ‘Can you just come over, please?’
She heard him fumbling for his glasses. ‘Sure. Just give me twenty minutes or so.’
‘Ten,’ she insisted.
‘All right. I’m coming.’
But she wasn’t and that was the problem!
She wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked back and forth. She was so horny, so aroused, so out-of-her-mind. Was this what it was like to be possessed? By the devil? By impure thoughts? If saying no was the right thing, why was she suffering? If she’d let Remy do the licentious things he’d wanted to do, she knew she’d be feeling better right now.
And by better, she meant fantastic. Blissed out. Satiated.
But morally bereft.
She sprang back to her feet and began pacing again. It was twelve long, gruelling minutes before she heard a car outside. Headlights lit her room, but then faded as the sound of an engine disappeared. She ran to her front door and yanked it open.
Colin’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw her standing stark naked and backlit by the light from the living room. ‘My gosh, Alicia.’
He looked around the apartment complex in horror and gave her the bum’s rush inside. He locked the door behind him, averted his eyes and hurried over to her couch, where he grabbed the afghan draped over its back and tried to swing it around her shoulders.
She was already reaching for the fly of his pants. ‘Make love to me, Colin.’
He jerked as if she’d just plucked his string. ‘Leesha!’
She kissed his neck and nipped at his earlobe. He didn’t tower over her like Remy did. He was just her size, and he didn’t make her feel meek or vulnerable. Or sexy or trembly. She shook off the thought. They were equals. They were a couple.
Although they weren’t married.
She pushed Bas’s whispered comments to the back her of mind. She just needed to feel close to someone. She needed to be held and comforted and screwed hard.
Oh, she wasn’t thinking right, but Colin was so much safer than anyone down at the club. He cared for her, and they shared the same belief system. He’d never hurt her or push her to do inappropriate things.
She kissed him and tugged up his T-shirt. ‘I want you.’
He went up on his tiptoes when she softly kissed his nipple. ‘Whoa, sweetheart. What’s gotten into you?’
He didn’t want to know that. He didn’t want to know the who, the what, the where or the how. She pulled his T-shirt off and caught his hand. He followed when she led him to her bedroom.
She understood why he was concerned. They didn’t usually have booty calls. When they slept together, it was usually at the end of a date with dinner and a nice wine. Their relationship was about mutual respect, and she felt warmly towards him.
Not feverish and off-kilter. Not crazy out of her mind in need.
But she needed him now to work off the edge. Remy had left her hanging right on the precipice – or she had left him there.
The bed hit the back of her knees and she let herself fall onto the mattress. She bounced when she hit, but she was already pulling Colin down atop of her.
He fell clumsily and she winced.
‘Sorry,’ he mumbled. His hips were twisting as she tried to get his pants off. He reached down to help push at his briefs. ‘What’s the rush?’
She kissed him and he wobbled before falling down on one elbow.
‘OK, OK.’
Leesha spread her legs wide and offered her hips up to him. Her breasts shuddered as she waited for him to situate himself. His cock was still limp when he pulled it out. Impatient, she reached for him.
His eyes went wide when she gave him a few jerks. ‘What are you – oh, my!’
She didn’t know what she was doing, she was just going on instinct now. She wished he would just take over, roll her back on the bed and thrust into her, but he was nearly as inexperienced as she was. That wasn’t what she needed right now.
‘I want you inside me.’
‘Alicia!’
As shocked as he sounded, his boner popped up, straight and hard. She scooted down on the mattress, trying to get him where she needed him most. He wasn’t nearly as big as Remy in this way either. The provocative bulge in that man’s pants had felt huge when she’d wrapped her legs around him.
She did the same with Colin, but there wasn’t as much to cradle. He was wiry, whereas Remy was built like a Mack truck. She squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t compare the two. It wasn’t Remy she wanted making love to her.
She sighed when the tip of Colin’s penis found her nook. He thrust and she let out a pained yip.
‘Not like that.’ She adjusted the angle and bore down. He slid in and she dropped back against the mattress. ‘Like thaaaat.’
He wasn’t thick and he wasn’t long, but she was tight. It was a good fit, a comfortable one. He began to thrust and she pulled his head down to her breasts. He flinched when he found her nipple in his face, but he kissed it politely.
Alicia groaned. No, she wanted him to suck her. She wanted to feel his teeth and tongue. Like Remy’s…
Ohhhh. She needed, but he wasn’t quite – Agh! Frustration rolled through her. She didn’t want comfortable, orthodox love-making. Drawing her legs up, she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips. Instead of pounding into her, though, Colin pulled back.
She clawed at the sheet beneath her. ‘Harder,’ she begged.
‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘Faster.’
‘Honey, take it easy.’
She didn’t want it easy. She wanted it rough and tumble. She wanted to be pressed against a wall and fucked like there was no tomorrow.
She wrapped her fingers around Colin’s wrist. He was holding her hips, trying to keep her at his pace. She guided his hand to where they were connected. She blushed and was thankful the room was dark. She just needed his fingertips to brush her there. If he even toyed with her a little, she knew she would come.
He yanked his hand away and braced himself on his elbows. His weight rubbed back and forth over her. Alicia tried to pull him down on her. She wanted to feel his weight press her deep into the mattress. They’d found a rhythm now, with her lifting as he bore down. Still, it was a careful, if rushed, rhythm and she just couldn’t get where she wanted to go.
‘You shaved,’ he panted. His glasses were steaming over.
She squirmed beneath him. Yes, she had. The sensation of his male parts against her female ones was stunning, more intimate, but even so, it wasn’t enough.
She clutched at his back. He was thrusting now like a pint-sized jackhammer. The thrusts were short and shallow, making her crave all the more. ‘Colin!’
The muscles in his neck went taut.
‘Sorry.’ His body was straining, but he jerked out of her, leaving her empty. She clawed at him, trying to get him to come back, but the feel of her nails scraping along his butt was too much for him. His body arched, his cock rose and he ejaculated all over her belly. ‘A-leee-shaaaa.’
Leesha rolled her head on the pillow, groaning at the loss. Her hips were now hovering above the mattress as she tried to rub her mound against him. Just a tweak of his fingers. Anything.
He fell atop her with a winded ‘oof’. ‘Wow, that was just – wow.’
No, it wasn’t! It wasn’t even close.
She tried to push him off of her. If she rolled him over, maybe she could ride him and make herself come.
He misread that message, too. ‘Oh, gosh. I’m sorry!’
He bounded off the bed, straightened his glasses and scurried to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a washcloth in his hand. He looked like a skinny teenager as he rushed to her bedside, his little dick hanging limply between his legs. With jerky moves, he started cleaning her up. ‘I know you don’t like to get dirty that way, but you know we can’t have premarital sex.’
Alicia’s fist bounced off the mattress. They’d just had sex – only one of them hadn’t come. She pushed the rough washcloth between her legs. ‘Rub me there, for God’s sake.’
‘Alicia!’ He jerked his hand away. ‘Don’t take His name in vain.’
She couldn’t take it anymore. Was she breaking rules or being prudish? What was worse, pleasure from the intimate touch of a near stranger or frustration from the lack of touch by a loved one?
Did she even love him? Or was he just a suitor her father considered a good worshipper?
She rolled off the far side of the bed, her body aching. Her legs were wobbly as she rushed to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Bracing her hands on the counter, she bent over the sink. What was she supposed to do?
What was right?
What was right for her?
Were they two different things?
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was mussed and her eyelids were heavy. Her breasts swung, free and full, with her nipples engorged. Was this how everyone at the club had seen her tonight? Were those red marks left by Remy’s whiskers?
Colin knocked softly on the door. ‘Honey? Are you OK?’
No, she wasn’t OK at all.
Her gaze locked on her reflection in the mirror. Hesitantly, she lifted one hand from its spot beside the sink. Her fingertips brushed over her belly, moving gradually downward. The moment they slid over her clit, she saw stars. Glimmers of satisfaction ran through her, long overdue.
She fell back against the wall, both hands diving between her legs. ‘Ahhhhh!’
Masturbation was nearly as forbidden as premarital sex, but she couldn’t hold out any longer. She needed this. Her pussy was so plump and sensitive. She stroked her fingers through her wetness and played with the tender nub that could make her explode. She plunged her fingers into her pussy. They weren’t as thick as Remy’s or as long, but it was something.
Just not quite enough.
Her gaze landed on her travelling toothbrush holder sitting by the sink. It was long and cylindrical, hot pink and plastic. Longer than her fingers. Thicker. And harder. She was grabbing for it before her scruples or narrow-mindedness could kick in.
She was trembling as she lined the plastic tube up with her opening. She’d never done anything like this and fear and self-loathing were lurking nearby. The threat wasn’t enough to make her stop. She pressed hesitantly and felt herself opening to take the foreign intrusion. She was wet and slick, and her internal muscles clung.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed harder.
Her knees nearly melted when the hard plastic delved into her. It went deep, deep, deeper than she expected. Deeper than Colin had gone. The ridge where the two halves screwed together was thicker. It rubbed against her, making her feel every stroke.
She shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut.
Her shoulders ground against the wall as she thrust the make-do phallus inside her over and over again. The toothbrush inside rattled about like a stowaway on a very unsuspecting trip. Her free hand played with her clit, plucking it and rubbing it fiercely. In five minutes, the plastic dildo managed to achieve what her boyfriend hadn’t.
She came, a long moan erupting from her lips.
‘Leesha?’ There was concern in Colin’s voice as it came through the door.
Her knees wobbled, and she let them fold. She dropped to the rug in front of the shower and felt all the tightness inside her spring loose and gradually relax. Gasping for air, she bent forward, bracing her hands against the side of the tub. The toothbrush holder was hard inside her, still buried deep. She could see only an inch or so of the pink end sticking out between her legs.
Colin pounded harder on the door. ‘Alicia!’
‘I’m fine,’ she said tiredly. Finally gratified.
She swept her hair out of her face and sat back on her haunches. Carefully, she reached between her legs and extricated the pink phallus from her pussy. Her legs were unsteady as she pushed herself to her feet. When she looked at herself in the mirror, the desperation was gone.
But not the concern.
What was becoming of her?
She snagged a washcloth from the towel rack and vigorously washed the stickiness off of her thighs. She bit her lip as she cleaned more sensitive areas, areas her own lover had been hesitant to touch. She scrubbed the toothbrush holder until it squeaked, but then tossed it away from her.
When at last she unlocked the bathroom door, she had a towel wrapped firmly around her naked body. It was the most she’d had on for hours, but she felt self-conscious as she faced her boyfriend. He was already dressed and sitting on the bed.
Dressed. When she’d called him over for sex.
It made her decision easier.
‘Colin, this isn’t going to work out. We should see other people.’