Page 17 of One Goal in Mind

I reply honestly, my voice breathless, “Yes.”

“Sync it.” I do, and since he can no longer hear me, I text him to confirm. His dark chuckle rumbles through the speaker. “You’re overthinking this, Red. Step in, wet your hair, then grab your shampoo.” I do as he says. “Lather it a little longer than usual—massage it into your scalp. If I was there, I’d comb my fingers through your hair to make sure every strand was covered, so you need to do the same.” I close my eyes, imagining it’s his hands instead of mine. “Just like that. Take a few deep breaths. Good. Now, rinse it until all of the suds are gone.” He gives me a minute to work the shampoo out of my hair. “When you’re done, add your conditioner and let it sit.”

I pull my conditioner from the shelf, spotting my vibrator next to it. The temptation to use it is almost too much. Instead, I addconditioner to the bottom half of my hair and wait for his next instruction.

“Touch your neck as if you’re taking your pulse. It’s where I’d kiss you and you’d melt into me, just as you did the night we spent together.”

My breath picks up, but I continue to do as he asks. My heartbeat is erratic against my fingertips.

“Take your loofah or washcloth, add your favourite bodywash, then slowly drag it up your left arm and down your right. I know you want to wash your perfect tits, but I’d take my time, making you ache for it. Don’t think, just feel the extra hot water beating down on you.” I continue to work as he talks me through it. “I’d wash both of your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your belly. We both love me on my knees for you, don’t we? The anticipation would be too much. You’d stop worrying about any possible consequences of letting me take care of you, and slide your hands into my hair, hooking your leg onto my shoulder. I’d nip at the inside of your thigh, but draw your lightly soapy skin into my mouth to claim it as mine. A soft moan escapes you, needing me to touch you. But you’re not in charge, Red. Your sweet cunt will have my mouth soon enough.”

I glance to my vibrator.He’d never know…

“Don’t even think about it,” he growls. “If you want to come, you have to earn it. Your vibrator stays right where it is.”

I suck in a breath. Can he see me?

“Massage the soap between your fingers. Now, wash down your chest, sliding your slick hands over your full breasts. Your nipples are hard the moment your fingers skate over them, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” I breathe, even if he can’t hear me.

“Pinch one, imagining it’s my teeth. Savour the sting, then do the same to the other. Fuck, you’re doing so well, Red.”

I whimper at his praise, wishing more than anything I could have his mouth on me.

“I know you want to touch yourself. You’re being such a good girl waiting for me. Don’t you dare slide your hand between your legs until I tell you. Wash the rest of your chest, then move lower.” I can’t take it anymore and drop the loofah to grab my vibrator, slathering it in lube. His voice startles me. “Red, what did I say about touching yourself?”

There’s no way he actually knows what I’m doing, and the ache is too much. I switch it on and tease my clit, crying out at the contact.

“You need me to make you feel good, don’t you? Let me,” Russ purrs. “Slide your vibrator up and down your wet pussy, but don’t push in. Half of the fun is the build up, baby. I’m stroking my cock to the thought of how amazing it’ll feel to tease your clit with my piercing.”

I pause. Piercing? As in one? I thought for sure he was getting a ladder. I circle the vibrator around my clit and I’m so damn wet knowing he’s fisting himself to the thought of me.

“I want you begging for it. Dip the vibrator into your tight cunt, but only an inch and pull out. Just like that. Fuck, you listen so well, baby. Do it again, but take another inch and hold. You’re so fucking perfect, letting me stretch you out like this.” I increase the intensity and can’t help the feral moan that escapes me. “Drag it out slowly, then press it against your clit. Hard.” Mycries echo in the shower as he continues, “You’re so wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” I whimper.

“Press it back inside you, imagining it’s me, one inch at a time, until I’m fully seated inside you. You feel that, baby? My cock is fucking swelling being this deep.”

Bracing myself on the shower wall, my imagination runs wild—his hands holding me steady, his thick cock deep inside me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. I slowly pump my vibrator in and out of me, relishing each punishing thrust.

“I’m yours, Red. Use my cock to make yourself come.”

I’m so close, desperate to come on his command.

“That’s it, beautiful. Keep going until you make a mess.”

There’s an unmistakable sound through the speaker of him fucking his hand, the delicious sound spurring me on. I’d give anything to touch him, to feel his hard cock piercing me over and over. Even if my team loses tomorrow, I’m staying the night with him—if only to quench my thirst for whatever this is brewing between us. Though I don’t know I’ll ever be satiated.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close. Where do you want me to come? Deep inside you? Pull out and paint your back? A little of both? Your choice, Red. The moment you come, shut off the shower and turn off the Bluetooth.”

I don’t wait. Turning off the shower and have never been so grateful for a waterproof phone. I click the icon to switch from my shower speaker so he can hear me. “Come with me, Russ.”

“I’m right there. I’m waiting for you.”

“I’m…oh… me too.”

“Let go, baby.”

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