Page 65 of Sinners Keepers
I darted up the stairs, but when I opened my bedroom door, I could hear that the shower was already running. I didn’t have to ask who was in there.
I padded into the bathroom and took my necklace off, placing it on the counter before brushing my teeth. I felt Ijah’s eyes on me the entire time, but I didn’t say anything.Yet. I just pretended he wasn’t there, because I knew it would drive him nuts.
What was life living with three boyfriends if you didn’t have a little fun with it?
I took my sweet time, and when I finally made my way over to the shower and opened the glass door, he grabbed me by the wrist and roughly jerked me into him. “Teasing me?” he asked, and I giggled, running my free hand over his hard abs. “And on Christmas?”
I pulled him down for a kiss, but he wouldn’t allow me to pull him close enough.
“Two can play at that game, cupcake,” he said, his lips barely an inch from mine, and I knew I was about to really regret ignoring him.
He plucked my loofa from its hook under the shower head and placed it in my hand before squirting a good amount of my body wash onto it. “Get cleaned up and I’ll wash your hair when you’re finished.”
“Ooh-kay,” I said, bringing the pink poof up to my chest and hesitantly began to scrub myself.
Didn’t seem like much of a game to me… until he leaned against the cool tile of the shower and took his long, thick cock into his hand and began to stroke it slowly, his eyes never leaving my body.
I couldn’t peel my own eyes away from the movements of his hand. I watched, probably drooling, as he worked himself, the quiet puffs of breath sneaking from between his lips maddening. I dropped the loofah and took a step toward him.
“Do not touch me,” he said, and I paused midstep. His words felt like a slap, and I think he noticed by the look on my face. I liked being bossed around by them, but sometimes I could be caught off guard, even if they meant it to be sexy. I wasn’t used to having men be kind to me, unless it was brief and they turned around and did something ten times worse not long after.
His eyes softened, “Pick it back up, cupcake,” he said, his voice low and sweet now. “I want to watch you run it over every square inch of that tight fucking body, and I want you to watch me come for you as you do.”
My mouth formed an o-shape, momentarily taken aback. Then I bent to pick the loofah back up and did as he asked of me. I circled each of my breasts slowly with the loofah, paying extra attention to my nipples. I was putting on a show for him for sure, and the look on his face as I slowly trailed the suds down the front of my body told me it was an excellent show indeed. I stopped just short of my dripping cunt, watching as he stroked himself nowhere nearly rough enough to make himself come. He was holding off, and I thought I knew why.
I washed the rest of my body just as I would if I were alone, paying no attention to the ragged sounds coming from Ijah in the corner of the shower.
Well, trying to pay no attention to them anyway.
My body was fucking buzzing.
I faced away from him and bent to wash down the front of my legs, giving him a full view of my ass and cunt.
That was all it took to snap his restraint. He pulled me forcefully into him under the spray of the shower and slammed into me over and over as the rivulets of water ran down my body, rinsing away any remaining suds.
He jarred my slick body with each rough pump of his hips. This was all about him. He was still in the mindset of using me for his own pleasure despite the fact that I’d taken my necklace off, and that was okay with me.
He wrapped his long fingers around the front of my neck, squeezing until all I felt was him. Everything else faded away.
With one last shove into me, he shivered against my ass as he filled me up, pulling me upright until I was flush against him.
He gave my throat a final squeeze and kissed just behind my ear. “Take your time finishing up, but once you’re dry and dressed, I want the necklace back on.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice.
“Okay, Ij,” was all I could get out.
“Leaving something on the bed for you,” he said, stepping out of the shower. I missed him the second his body heat was gone from me.
I was breathless. Spent. Fucked twice this morning and I still hadn’t come.
* * *
I driedoff and wrapped myself in the long, plush towel, tightly tucking it into itself before padding across the carpet into the bedroom. I was curious to see what Ijah had left for me, and when I saw my necklace shining against the black duvet, I rolled my eyes.
He’d also left a sheer, red babydoll with a satin bow that tied in the front over my tits. I tugged at the fabric. The bow was not just for decoration. It was fully functional because of course it was.
I picked up the piece of lingerie and searched for the thong I assumed came with it, but came up short. I guessed I wouldn’t need panties anyway if they’d planned on making good use of me for the day.
