Page 20 of The Question of Us
It was all I could do not to laugh. “Yes, I believe that’s what I said. And on the shelf in said shower is a bottle of lube, as I think you well know.”
That caught his attention and his curious gaze snapped back to mine. “Lube. Gotcha.”
I pulled open the drawer in the bedside table and removed my one and only dildo. “Nick, meet Oscar.” I waved the silicon dildo slowly past his face.
He barked out a laugh. “Last name Wilde, I presume?”
I waggled my brows. “The one and only. To be clear, I’m not asking you to join me in the shower—refer back to taking things slow—but Iamissuing an invitation to watch, if the idea appeals to you.” I met him stare for stare. “The choice, Mister Fisher, is yours. The show will go on either way.”
And with that, I turned tail and headed for the en suite, twirling Oscar in my hand and putting a swish into my naked butt. Had I lost my ever-loving mind? Why, yes. Yes, I had. I’d never cared for performative sex, role plays, or any of that imaginative shit. It made my skin crawl with embarrassment. Give me simple sex—hot, hard, and dirty every time.
But under our current rules of engagement, the idea of teasing Nick with my body, of tantalising him with the promise of what was to come, held an inexplicable attraction. One that held no place for prudishness.
Nick’s feet hit the floor behind me and my cock filled, my heart galloping in my chest. But when the shower was running hot and Nick still hadn’t appeared in the bathroom, I worried I’d pushed him too far, too soon. That he wasn’t as ready as I’d thought. Too bad. We could try another time. But just because Nick couldn’t handle watching me fuck myself didn’t mean it wasn’t a good idea. Lord knew I needed the release.
I threw the dildo into the shower and stepped under the hot spray to soap myself up. Then I suctioned the base of the dildo to the tiled wall at the height I preferred and reached for the lube. The lightness of the tube made me smile. Clearly, I wasn’t theonly one unloading my frustration on a regular basis. Good to know.
I squeezed a decent wodge of lube onto my palm, then put my back to the spray and slicked up the dildo before paying some attention to my hole. That done, I placed one hand on the tiled wall and began to stroke my still-firmish cock with the other.
It didn’t take long for things to start bubbling nicely, especially knowing Nick was likely listening in on the action from the other room. That in mind and imagining him at my back, his cock at my arse and not the dildo, I delivered a suitably porn-worthy groan and was rock hard in record time. In my fantasy, Nick’s hot breath brushed across my neck and he forced my head around to kiss me, his tongue thrusting deep into my throat as his erection pulsed in my crease.
I want you, Mads, fantasy Nick growled softly in my ear.I want to fuck you. And then I want you to fuck me.
And oh, shit.The thought almost sent me over. I shoved my hand between my thighs until my fingers found my hole and pressed inside. In and out, in and out. One finger becoming two, the burn spreading from my arse to my belly and tracking up my spine. It had been months since I’d done anything like this, and never with a man in the next room.
I squatted for better access, my cock brushing against my stomach, sending a zing of pleasure through my balls.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.”
My gaze jerked up to find not fantasy Nick but the real deal staring at me from the bathroom door. I caught his blistering gaze as he stood there watching and—I checked—yes, naked and touching himself, his jeans discarded on the tiles, his cock in his hand, his silver hair falling in messy locks over his eyes like he’d been worrying at it, his teeth working his lips as he groaned and watched me finger fuck myself.
I repositioned to improve his view. His answering groan of approval echoed around the small room, and holy fuck, I almost unloaded on the spot like a teenager.
“Fuck, you’re sexy like that,” he managed in a strained voice. “I never imagined you... I don’t know why... just... wow.” He reached across the basin and pumped some hand lotion into his palm. Then he tugged on his cock, rough and demanding, his palm circling the dark head before pressing down hard enough that he had to be seeing stars.
I made a mental note that the man liked it on the rough side.
I could work with that.
“Take it inside you.” Nick flicked his head toward the dildo still stuck to the wall. He squeezed his balls with one hand and his nipples with the other, and fuck, that was hot.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I positioned myself over the toy, making sure he had a good view. Then, with the head of the dildo at my slick hole, I pressed down.
“Christ.” Nick slid off the vanity and dropped onto the tiles next to the shower, where he had a view straight up my arse.
I reached behind and separated my cheeks before taking the dildo deeper.
Nick drew a sharp breath and worked his cock faster.
“Mmmm.” I slid up and then down, working a little deeper each time. “You like that?”
His gaze jerked up to mine. “You fucking know I do.”
The delicious pressure began to burn hot and my head fell back against the tiles. “Oh... shit... that’s... fuck...” Too much. Not enough. I paused to let my body adjust. But when the burn switched to need and desperation, I started up again, more and more, until it felt like my arse would split apart.
“Jesus, Mads. You’re fucking killing me here.” Nick was staring at the spot where the dildo disappeared into my hole. “I’ve never seen anything... I haven’t...” He trailed off, and myheart danced at the thought that I might be the first to do this for him. “I’m not gonna last. Not with you like that.”
Good news to me. “Then don’t.” I slid up and almost off the toy before plunging back down.
