Page 30 of The Spare
I pass Stephen, barely acknowledging him as I head to the showers. He stands outside the door and I head in, finding a shower a couple down from one that's preoccupied.
"Ohhhh!" I hear as I walk past with my stuff and pull back the curtains, going inside. The sound of flesh hitting flesh sounds out, echoing around the tiled room.
People are always fucking in here. Hence, the airpods.
I shove them in my ears and turn the shower on, pulling a shower cap on over them so they don't get wet. Thankful, for once, that the raunchy noise of the couple fucking a couple showers over is loud enough to drown out the slight buzzing of my toy.
I turn it on and step under the spray, pushing the toy between my legs and propping up my phone playing a video of Mason from almost half a year ago when he was laying down a floor for a charity organization we all pitched in to donate our time to. We build a house every other year for a family in need.
I stifle a moan as the vibrator hits my clit just right, and I keep my eyes on my screen, eating up the rippling muscles of Mason's arms at work.
It doesn't take long, My belly tightens as my orgasm swiftly takes over. My mouth drops open as the buzzes hit my clit and travel through my body. The sight of his muscled body and wicked grin fills my vision, ramping up my desire to insane heights, made worse by the memory of him having me kneel in front of him the other night.
The phone topples over."Shit!"I curse, lunging forward to grab it quickly so it doesn't fall onto the floor. I leave it screen side down on the little shelf and press the vibrator harder to my clit.
I bite my lip hard as my desire ramps higher.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I bite my lip to contain the moans threatening to break free at how viscously my orgasm hits me.
"You okay, butterfly? You never call me in the middle of the day."
My jaw drops."Mason?"I whimper, not able to stop my orgasm. I slap my hand over my mouth, desperate to be quiet, and confused as to how he's in my fucking ear.
To make matters worse, the couple fucking from the other stall gets even louder, the sound of their skin slapping loudly being amplified by the water."Oh fuucckk!"the man groans.
"Melody, what the fuck?!Are you fucking someone?"Mason hisses into my ear, sounding downright pissed.
It's fucked up, but the sound of his anger forces my pleasure even higher, and I whimper as heat spreads through my core and outwards, blossoming on my skin. I'm tearing a hole in my lip as I'm knocked into the hardest orgasm I think I've ever had in my life. So hard a tear slips down my cheek.
The water from the shower hits my nipples, extending out my pleasure, and it just goes on and on, not stopping.
I suck in a deep breath and gasp, jerking the toy away from my clit as my knees begin to buckle. I can never have more than one at time, being too sensitive. Clicking off the toy I shiver as I try to get my bearings. Mason is utterly silent on the phone, and at first I think he might have hung up.
But I hear a door slam, disputing that thought. Because why would it be that easy?
Nah, I'm always finding myself stuck in the most embarrassing situations for some fucked up reason.
"Melody!"he snaps. "Answer my goddamn question!"
"What-"I suck in a sharp breath as another tremor rolls through my body,"what was the question?"I lean my head back and pant, fantasizing for a quick second that he's jealous.
"I said, are you fucking someone right now?What the fuck are you doing?"
Ohhh he sounds so unhappy, but I refuse to read more into it.
"How did you even get on the phone?" I ask dismissively, letting him stew in his anger. It's a long shot. Wishful thinking, really, but I hope he's suffering.
"Answer my question!" he barks.
My head recoils. "Jesuusss, do you have to yell at me like that?"
"I'm not yelling."
"You are."
"I. Am. Not. Yelling."
I squirt some body wash on my loofah and soap up, deciding to fuck with him. "I'm in the shower. I had my airpods in listening to music, and I think I called you by accident."
