Page 130 of The Surprise Play
Shaking my head in wonder, I press the tissues back against me, worrying about how I’m supposed to get to the bathroom. Will I bump into one of his football buddies on the way?
Eeep! That’d be so humiliating!
“What’s wrong?” Wily’s husky voices grabs my attention.
He’s kneeling between my legs, pulling off the condom, which will definitely have blood on it as well.
Oh my gosh, is he going to be totally grossed out by me?
I wince, biting my lip for what feels like the thousandth time.
“Stop that,” he softly reprimands, brushing his thumb over my lip. “Tell me what’s up, Satch.”
“It’s nothing. I just…” Looking toward the door, I can feel my face scrunching.
He follows my line of sight, then looks back at me, his lips starting to twitch. “I’ve got an idea.”
The look on his face isn’t making me feel any better, but I still have to ask, “You do?”
“Come on.” He jumps off the bed, and I watch his penis flop up and down as he balls the wad of tissue paper in his hand, then reaches out for mine.
“Oh. No.” I shake my head. “This is gross, and you don’t want to?—”
“Satch.” He laughs my name more than says it, reaching for my hand and pulling me off the bed.
Taking my disgusting tissues off me before I can protest again, he then wraps the throw around my body and takes my hand, opening his bedroom door—what the hell!—and marching us across the hallway to the bathroom.
He’s stilltotallynaked, his sensational ass cheeks smiling at me while I trail after him in a mild state of shock.
Closing the bathroom door behind us, he locks it, then proceeds to turn on the shower.
“Let’s get cleaned up.”
He winks at me, and I sink onto the lid of the toilet, gazing at this amazing man as he throws away our sex trash and starts to hum under his breath.
He’s not embarrassed one bit by my virgin blood or the messy cleanup.
He’s running me a hot shower and?—
Pulling back the curtain over the bathtub, he tests the water and waggles his eyebrows at me. “Come on, sexy lady. Let me wash that body of yours.”
How can I possibly say no to that?
Taking his hand, I let him pull me up and bravely let the throw blanket drop off my shoulders.
Stepping over the side of the tub, I find my grounding on the nonslip mat and close my eyes as the hot water hits my skin.
It’s still feeling sensitive and tingly… and when the spray hits my grazed knee, I only then remember I was hurt just an hour or so ago.
And now I’m standing in a shower with the hottest guy I know soaping down my back and… I’m not a virgin anymore.
Because I just made myself his.
My lips twitch as Wily spins me around, nestling my back against his torso and taking his sweet time with my breasts.
I start to giggle as he lingers, teasing and lightly pinching my nipples.
I look up at him, squinting against the water hitting my face. He moves the showerhead, still massaging my breasts and giving me a“Is there a problem?”look.
