Page 147 of Plaything

They always knew what to do. I didn’t just mean sex (although they were more than skilled in that category). They had a miraculous ability to chase my problems away without even trying. They effortlessly made me forget the world outside of this house. It was our cozy little bubble, and I loved it. Even with every sharp thing threatening to pop it, they wouldn’t allow anything to penetrate our bubble.

After I brushed my teeth, I tip-toed back to Wyatt’s room to surprise him in the shower. My plan didn’t go past joining him and seducing him, but I was eager to see how things would play out.

Giddiness filled me, knowing that he’d be pleased. I loved making them happy and seeing the approval on their faces and the praise in their tone... God, nothing made my brain turn to mush more than knowing they were pleased with me.

Reesia would call it Daddy issues, but I prefer the terms ‘seeking validation’ or ‘fishing for compliments.’ I’d even go as far as to admit that I was slightly narcissistic over admitting to having Daddy issues. Either way, I was shamelessly a complete whore for their attention—and they didn’t mind. In fact, they preferred my clinginess.

The bathroom was fogged with steam, warming my chilled body and ushering me further into the shower. As stealthily as possible, I opened the far end of the curtain and stepped into the shower behind Wyatt. In hindsight, it was slightly creepy how easily I snuck in, which just showed how groggy he still was.

With a sleepy grin across my lips, I snaked my hands slowly around his ribs, hugging his bare back to my naked front. The water running down his body heated my skin as I stuck to him like glue, practically stealing his warmth.

“Good morning,” I purred before placing a lingering kiss between his shoulders.

He shivered at my touch, but only briefly before he caressed my arms and relaxed. “It is now,” he murmured. I loosened my arms as he turned to face me, then re-latched when we were chest to chest. “Couldn’t sleep?” He questioned in a teasing tone, both of us aware of my intentions.

His eyes were everything calm and serine, making my nerves melt away with the water. The bathroom light was dim, complimenting the mood. One of his hands rested low on my back, dipping down every few seconds to fondle my ass. The other ran through my quickly dampening hair.

My head tilted to the side in false innocence. “Something like that,” I responded in a hushed voice. My eyelashes dampened with a few drops that splashed off his shoulder as I looked up at his lips.

“Oh yeah?” He rasped. “No other reason for you to join me at such an early hour?” He gave my ass a squeeze.

My core clenched at the sinful tone of his voice, and I found it difficult to focus on anything but his lips. I wanted them against mine, against me, anywhere and everywhere—I didn’t care. His dick hardened against my stomach, leaving me wordless as my mouth watered.

Without a second thought, I allowed my body to take control. I stood on my toes, crashing my lips to his in an instant. Wyatt wasn’t surprised by my abrupt attack on him; he was more than prepared as he pressed me impossibly closer to him. My whole body desperately curved into his as I moaned into his mouth.

His teasing tongue licked my lips, and I parted them, eager to taste him. He hummed in delight before his grip on my breast hardened in a painful twinge. I was shoved back, both of us stumbling over each other as he pushed my back against the cold tile wall.

I didn’t have time to comprehend the movement or compose myself before his hands were all over me again, rougher than before. My hands were pinned over my head, his tongue tangled with mine, and his other hand between my thighs.

“Feeling bold this morning, are we?” He husked against my lips. His gruff voice was a telltale sign for Hyde. Before I could respond, two fingers slid into me and curled. “Maybe we should make you ask for permission before touching us. We wouldn’t want you to get greedy now, would we?” He smirked.

Our lips kept brushing against each other as he spoke, and I moaned. My brain began to fog, mirroring the air around us. I shook my head, disliking the whole permission idea. I wasn’t bold enough to seduce them with words. In fact, I was lacking in the sultry dirty talk department. It made me feel silly whenever I tried, even if they seemed to enjoy it. When it came to touch, though... well, I wasn’t as shy about that.

A devilish gleam sparkled in his dark eyes before he added a third finger. My core clenched and flexed around him as I arched off the wall. I moved to kiss him again, but he stayed just out of reach, toying with me.

“You’d get so good at begging,” he continued as if I wasn’t struggling against him. “Even with your tight pussy stretched with my fingers, you’re desperate for a kiss,” he chuckled.

My cheeks flushed at the irony of it. It wasn’t a secret that my mouth was a bigger slut than my pussy—and that was saying a lot. I couldn’t explain it; I just loved kissing. If he wanted me to beg, even for a simple kiss, I would. “Kiss me again... please,” I whispered.

His gaze darted to my lips as he leaned in. My lids fluttered shut as I felt him brush his lips against mine. I was leaning as far forward as possible with his hands pinning me to the wall. His hand movement slowed before exiting me. I whimpered at the lack of release, but my breath caught when I felt the full press of his lips against mine and the tip of his dick against my pussy.

My hands were released, and I immediately wrapped my arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. “Jump,” he ordered while placing a firm hand on the back of my thigh. Any fears of slipping on the wet tile like I usually would have faded away as I blindly trusted him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he held me, once again pressed against the wall.

Hot water cascaded between us but never once interrupted the now sloppy, wet, and slow make-out. Wyatt’s biceps flexed as he aligned his dick against me again. With a gentle bite on my bottom lip, he pulled away.

It took me a few seconds to open my eyes again. When I did, I was met with his piercing blue ones. An eternity of three seconds passed by as he studied my face before slowly sliding into me.

Both of us released a moan. He was so handsome, I couldn’t look away even if I tried. Although I was hot in every way possible, my skin pricked with goosebumps as an unfamiliar feeling washed over me.

Maybe it was the lighting, the warmth and comfort of the water, or the sun that had yet to make an appearance. Somehow, in this moment, the way he was looking at me, the way I watched him... the eye contact was more intimate than anything else happening between us.

There was an unspoken something. An agreement, a feeling, perhaps a promise. Whatever it was, we both felt it. His Hyde was gone, and I felt like my walls crumbled around him.

What began as a spontaneous fling in the shower became something much more passionate. Something vulnerable and scary.

Forcing my eyes to close, I broke the tension that surrounded us. I could have stayed in that moment forever if I weren’t a coward. Instead, I focused on the feeling of him inside me and how I could feel every ridge of his piercings as he fucked me.

“This is exactly what I needed,” he husked. My arms supported most of my weight as he used my hips as handles, pushing and pulling me against him. “You’re such a good girl for coming in here, aren’t you?”

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