I expected him to talk to me through the door, but instead, I can hear him open it and step in. In the small space between the wall and the shower curtain, I can see him in the mirror, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, and it’s not helping my self-control.
I try and fail to turn the vibrator off, my finger slipping off the button. I’m worried I’m going to come while he’s in here or that he’ll hear the low hum of it. Usually, I wouldn’t care, but it feels embarrassing to admit I’m this desperate for him that I have to take the edge off my nerves. Thankfully, he starts talking, and I’m hoping between that and the water he can’t hear.
“My eyes are closed, but I was just wondering if you have a—” He stops mid-sentence and clears his throat. “Are you… do you have a—” he stumbles over his words, and honestly, Grant Stockton lost for words in my bathroom in his underwear is simultaneously the cutest and hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. At least until he rips back the curtain and glares at me.
I jump back and hide the vibrator behind my back. Don’t ask me why. It’s not like he doesn’t know. I’m just working on instinct at this moment.
“If you want me to be good, then I have to make sure I can be,” I say defensively as his eyes drift over me. He holds out his hand, and when I hesitate, his lashes lower, and his eyes narrow. I place the vibrator in his hand, and he exchanges it for a towel.
“Get out here.”
“You can’t be mad at me for this! I’m doing what you wanted.”
“You know, I thought about it when I was in the shower. Getting off with the smell of your key lime soap and shampoo all around me. But then I thought, no… I shouldn’t. It won’t live up to what I really want, and if she’s being good, I can hold it together for one night.”
“I never said it was living up to what I want. I just thought it would take the edge off so I could sleep next to you and stay on my side of the pillow fortress.” I towel myself angrily.
He’s only half listening, though, because he’s opening my drawers methodically until he lands on the one that holds the rest of my toys. I assume he’s going to put this one back, but instead, he starts looking through them.
“What are you doing?”
“Deciding which ones I want you to use.”
“Excuse me?”
“You already started it, so we’re going to finish it. But we’re doing it my way. Not with you cheating behind a curtain.”
“I wasn’t cheating!” I huff, tossing the towel over the bar to dry.
I watch as he pulls out a small anal vibrator and sets it alongside the regular one I’d been using in the shower, smirking to himself before he grabs a bottle of lube and lays it out next to them. Then his brow shoots up at something in the drawer. He pulls out another, holding the bendable one up and looking at me with curiosity.
“It bends so I can switch it up, front to back,” I explain.
“Interesting,” he mutters, and my skin heats at the way his eyes rake over my body like he’s imagining it.
“If you get to use one on me, I get to use one on you.”
“I’m not making deals here, Hellfire.”
“But I am,” I argue. “I was going to be good, but if you’re going to start crossing lines, then I think it’s only fair.”
“I don’t play fair, and you weren’t being good.” He tilts his head. “I play dirty, and after that little stunt… It’s gonna be real fucking dirty. I don’t even know if I’ll let you come. I might just torture you until you fall asleep from exhaustion.”
“You could do that… or you could give in and let yourself have something you want too.” I hold up the anal vibrator. “Think how good this would feel buzzing inside you while I suck your cock. How hard you’d come.”
His brow goes higher, but I see the way his eyes spark with interest.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never tried it.”
“Can’t say I have.”
“Oh… you’re missing out.”
“Now you’re just trying to distract me.”
I reach into the drawer and pull out the smallest one I own. “I have a smaller one. Perfect for beginners.” I roll my lip between my teeth as I watch him consider it. “I’ll let you torture me as long as you want if you try it for me.”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes widen at that. His hand wraps around my throat, and the other slips down over my naked form.