Page 79 of Fear of Intimacy

I scrunched my nose up at that. On second thought, yeah, I didn’t want to lie there for longer than I had to.

“Fine. Help me up, you big goof.” I raised a shaky arm.

With a sigh, Trevor hauled me up in one quick motion. Grabbing our stuff, we headed out of the gym and toward the elevators. Instead of going to the arena Trevor always used, where most of the hockey team trained, we decided to use the one in my apartment building. I was thankful for that decision so I didn’t have to sit in my sweaty clothes for longer than necessary.

I clung to Trevor’s arm as we got in the elevator. My legs shook, my arms shook, my whole body was exhausted. As it should be since we worked out for almost two hours straight. I leaned my weight against him, my fingers itching to touch the hard muscle I was pressed against. He had that post workout pump going on that made his muscles pop even more than usual.

The moment we stepped into my apartment, I wanted to lie down, but I knew I had to shower. Watching Trevor walk in front of me as he headed to the kitchen, his bare back on full display, I bit my lip, an idea forming.

“Trevorrrr.”

“Yeah, baby?” He didn’t turn around as he reached into the fridge for a cold water bottle.

“I need to shower.”

“Okay, you can go first.” Again, he didn’t turn around. Making my voice honey sweet, I leaned against the counter.

“My arms and legs are too shaky. I could use some help.” I tried not to snort at the way he whirled around, the water bottle halfway to his mouth.

When he didn’t say anything, I grabbed the bottom of my sports bra and pulled it off. Trevor stared at my breasts, his jaw somewhere forgotten on the floor. I didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment standing topless in front of him. Any insecurities I had before Trevor were long gone. Especially when he made it well-known how he enjoyed every part of my body.

Keeping my eyes locked onto his, I hooked my fingers in the band of my workout shorts and tugged them off, kicking them to the side. This morning, I was half awake getting dressed, so I didn’t bother putting on a pair of underwear.

Standing there completely naked, I watched as Trevor drank me in. His eyes lingered on my breasts before finding the spot between my legs. With a teasing smirk, I took a step backward.

“I’ll be waiting.” With that, I turned and started for my bathroom, adding a little extra sway to my step. I was almost certain his eyes were stuck on my ass.

I barely turned on the water and stepped under the stream before I felt Trevor behind me. Something silky smooth and hard pressed against the top of my ass, making me grin. That didn’t take him long.

As his arms came around my waist, I arched my back, pressing my behind into his crotch and bringing my arms back and around his head. His mouth came down and pressed soft kisses along my shoulder.

The water warmed, spraying down on us as we stood there pressed against one another. His hand was light as a feather as he ran it up and down my stomach and under my breasts before moving back down.

“Hold still for me,” he whispered against my neck.

I stayed where I was, halfway under the water, as Trevor reached around me to grab my loofah. He poured a generous amount of body wash on it before coming back to me.

He stepped back just a little as the loofah grazed my shoulder blades. My eyes closed as he gently washed my back.

I couldn’t help but sigh when he took his sweet time washing my ass. Paying it extra attention. He even made sure to get the back of my calves before moving back up my body.

“Hands on the wall, baby.” Using his knees, he nudged my legs apart. With my hands on the wall, my ass arched out.

I waited eagerly to see what he was going to do next but when the roughness of the loofah rubbed against my pussy, I let out a gasp. I was not expecting that.

Gently, but firmly, he rubbed the soapy loofah between my legs. Each pass over my clit made me moan. Putting one of his hands on my ass, Trevor leaned over my back.

“Maybe we should see if you can come without me touching you.” As he spoke, he rubbed in between my legs just a tad bit harder, making my toes curl at the sensation. I never would have thought the roughness of a loofah could feel so damn good.

“You have two minutes to come or I’ll stop.” The threat behind his words told me he wasn’t joking. I knew from experience he would leave me on edge until he was good and ready for me to finish.

My moans echoed through the shower as I used my hands to steady myself, moving my hips back to meet his hand. My eyes squeezed shut as I quite literally humped the loofah. The rough texture of the loofah was unlike anything I’ve felt before. Twisting my hips to hit it directly on my clit. The friction made me whimper low in my throat.

“Come on, baby. One minute left.”

Gritting my teeth, my hips moved faster and faster. I had to come. No, Ineededto come. Groans mixed with high pitched whimpers left my mouth as I climbed closer to my peak. I was right there.

“Thirty seconds.” Trevor’s voice was unrelenting. “You better come.”

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