Page 33 of Líadan's Code

“Let go,” he rumbles. “I’m sure Brendan would say he’s the only one allowed to bite that sexy lip. I’m a big boy, I’ll figure it out.”

“I did this to you, though,” I say, throwing my hands up as he begins to walk to the bathroom.

“Uh huh,” he grunts as he pulls his shirt up and over his head. “Go away, Princess. I don’t need you to scrub my back.”

I should leave.

Instead, I lean against the door as he tugs off his pants and boxers, and then stare hungrily at his body as he turns on the shower. His backside is clear of bruises except for one here or there, which probably weren’t my fault.

“Can I get a toothbrush, Princess? Since you’re getting a free show and everything,” he snarks.

Dutifully, I point to the bathroom sink, where there’s a new toothbrush and toothpaste waiting for him. I may have spent way too much time stocking this room for him. I don’t know what to do with him in my space right now, and it’s making me feel awkward.

Jordan opens the new toothbrush, loads it up with toothpaste, and then climbs into the shower. I openly stare at him as he brushes his teeth, feeling like a creeper, yet unable to stop watching him.

He openly groans in pleasure as if he’s having an orgasmic experience, which if he hasn’t been able to brush his teeth in days, he probably is.

The shower is encased in glass, but the design is odd. There’s frosted panels on two sides of it, but the one that faces me is clear. I can see him perfectly as he moves on from brushing his teeth to wash his hair.

His pierced cock is hard from the attention I’m giving him, standing proud as he scrubs his scalp.

Licking my bottom lip, I watch the water sluice off his chest, and I can feel my body reacting. From here, I can see the burns from the electrical prod and bruises from Brendan’s fists, but I can’t seem to raise up the indignation and guilt I felt earlier. My nipples are stiffening into peaks, and I’m steadily staining my thighs with my arousal.

“Enjoying the show, Princess?” Jordan asks, making me roll my eyes openly at him. He doesn’t scare me, though he’s figured out quickly how to push my buttons.

“What isn’t there to love?” I snark with a smirk. “You have to know exactly how much I enjoy your cock. I haven’t willingly touched one for enjoyment outside of Brendan’s before.”

Jordan is picking up the body wash as he listens to my words, but almost drops it as he hears more than I meant for him to. Goddamnit. I need to be more careful.

“We’ll be revisiting that comment at another time, Princess. Don’t think I didn’t hear what you didn’t say,” he says, squeezing out some body wash into his hand.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I rasp, feeling as if I just swallowed my tongue. It feels thick in my mouth, so I close it to continue my voyeur activities as he washes his body.

Occasionally, he hisses at a cut or irritated area of his body as he scrubs his skin, which makes me even more hypersensitive to his movements.

“Sure you don’t,” he grunts, palming his cock under the guise of washing himself.

The crown of his dick is engorged and red, and I imagine I can see pre-cum beginning to drip down it. My breaths get a little faster, and my pussy clamps around nothing, forcing me to swallow back a whimper. I won’t show him how hot this is making me. His ego is large enough as it is.

“Our connection makes things complicated,” he says, beginning to stroke his cock. Each piercing gets a gentle tug as his palm passes over it, and in response, I squeeze my thighs together.

“I dreamed about the other night, trying to figure out how two masked people could make me come as hard as you did. I wanted to see your face when you came apart for Brendan so fucking badly the whole time.”

“You… you did?” I whisper. I wonder if he heard me, but he nods as he drops his head back as his other hand begins to tug on his balls. He’s masturbating with both hands.

I’ve never met anyone like Jordan. He’s so unapologetic about taking what he wants for someone who lives in the corporate world. Shouldn’t they be more buttoned up and stuffy?

“Absolutely,” he says, his hazel eyes burning brightly. “Lift that shirt and show me that pretty, pink pussy. I didn’t get a close enough look last time.”

God, that mouth. I’m not capable of not following that order. Slowly, I pull my shirt up, baring my body to him.

“Why aren’t you ever wearing a bra? And now we told the panties to get fucked today too, didn’t we, Princess?” he groans.

Smirking, I grow bold and pull the shirt off, tossing it to the side. Now, I’m in thigh high socks and nothing else. Thankfully so, because this bathroom doesn’t have heated floors.

Hiking my foot up on the edge of the tub, I open my pussy lips for Jordan’s viewing pleasure. May as well enhance his masturbation experience as I’m hosting him in my home, right?

Ignoring my inner thoughts, I rub my arousal over my pierced clit, eyes slightly rolling at the feeling.

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