Page 36 of Bad Seed
“You…you didn’t. I…” Gazing up at him, his chest glistening with the spray of water, my panic melts into a puddle. “I thought you were making breakfast.”
“I did. My lord and master has once again had the whole bottom of his bowl covered. He’s content until the next time he can see a spot of metal.”
Aubry suds up and down his arms, but he doesn’t put the soap back. Instead, he reaches around me. I assume it’s to rinse off and move to give him room. His wide palm lands on my stomach and he begins to circle the soap over my skin.
Oh… I need to get to work. To do the thing that I do. With the…fish?
He finishes with my belly and skirts the soap right under my breasts.
“I hope it’s not too cold for you?” Aubry holds one palm flat in the water.
“It’s…” I glance over my shoulder and quiver down to my drowning toes. It’s not mischief in his eyes, or even hunger. No, it’s the certainty that leaves my tongue twirling in my mouth. “Great.”
He cracks a smile. “Good.” Both hands curl over my breasts. At first he teases, running the soap over one, then the other. I close my eyes when he thrums against my nipples.
Then he hits my hives.
“Holy shit,” I cry out, slamming a hand to the wall.
“Is something wrong?” Aubry asks.
Yes. And also no. Dear god, yes! It hurts but it feels so good too.
Aubry dots the soap up my chest hitting damn near every hive. It’s like he remembers everywhere his cum hit me, and he’s reveling in it. I’m shaking, fighting to keep my thighs closed and not grab his hand to put between them.
“I haven’t seen Astin,” my brain throws out.
“He’s slow to trust new people. Or even me. Sometimes, I don’t see him for days.”
Lips run up my neck, and I grab his hair.
“That’s too bad,” I say, pressing him tighter to my neck. His hands abandon my chest at last, but they’re moving south, and I know where. “I had a cat once. Well, it was a cat in the neighborhood. A stray. I kept trying to get it to like me. I’d put out treats and—Yah!”
He’s sudsing down my thighs, reaching around toward my ass all while kissing my neck. Fuck, he keeps grazing his knuckle just over my throbbing pussy lips. That bastard knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s driving me insane.
I need to get to work. Right? Being late is a bad thing. Making money is more important than mind blowing sex in this huge shower.
“Sadie?”
My name snaps whatever hold capitalism sunk into me. “Hmm?” I moan.
“Do you really want to talk about cats?”
How can you ask me that when your hand is almost on mine?
Ahh…Aubry presses a hand to my stomach, gliding me back until I nearly sit on his cock. The shaft strains up through my crack and the head pulses into my tailbone.
Fuck work. I can always find another job.
“No,” I tell him.
The soap hits the floor.
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AUBRY
Her ponytail swings as she skips for her car. I pause in the doorway, arms crossed, watching. The way those sweet curves of hers are crammed into that dress is an atrocity. I should throw her over my shoulder, tear it off, and carry her back to bed.
