Page 17 of Scandalous Contract
Had he imagined how they looked, how they felt? Had he pictured himself flicking his tongue over my nipples? They hardened as my thumbs brushed over them. A soft sigh slipped past my lips as I pictured his signature smirk.
He’d definitely be smirking if he knew what I was doing right now. Especially if he knew I was thinking of him while I did it. Would he tease me about my wayward thoughts, or would he show me that the real thing was so much better than my wildest fantasies?
He’d probably do the latter. I bit my lower lip and let my hands wander lower over my stomach, nearing the spot where heat pooled, growing hotter with every memory. And when my fingers found my clit, I shivered. Hard.
“Julian...”
The name escaped me, breathy and pathetic, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Even though I knew I should, even though I knew this was wrong. I let my fantasies run wild. I pictured him kneeling in the shower, staring up at me with those dark eyes.
As I massaged my clit, I imagined him dragging that wicked tongue of his over my tiny nub with slow, torturous strokes, humming low in his throat while I tangled my hands in his hair, holding his head in place.
A groan escaped me as I tilted my head back, letting the water wash over my face as I imagined him sucking my clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. My hips rolled, grinding into my own touch, water pouring over my lips as I gasped.
I worked myself harder, faster. I was close. So damn close. My lips parted on another gasp, water filling my mouth. And then I pictured myself kneeling before him, his cock thrusting between my lips as he fucked my mouth.
I swallowed the shower water, imagining myself swallowing his cum down. My hips jerked, my heart racing as I rocked against my fingers. I opened my mouth, letting the water fill it and spill from it, imagining it was his cum overflowing from my lips as he moved in and out of my mouth.
And then I imagined him pulling out of my mouth and forcing me against the shower wall, then thrusting deep into my pussy with his thick cock, over and over and over until I...
“Julian!” I groaned, body shuddering, pussy quivering.
My orgasm ricocheted through me so hard that my knees nearly buckled. My pussy clenched as waves of pleasure rolled over me, leaving me trembling under the spray. By the time the aftershocks faded, the guilt was already creeping in.
OMG! I just got off while thinking about Julian Cattaneo.
What the hell was wrong with me? I was almost forty. I was a mother. I was the mother of his sister’s roommate. There was a chance my daughter had a crush on him. Yet, here I was, rubbing my clit and moaning his name.
I stared down at my hand.Bad hand.I spanked my bad hand with my good hand.And bad pussy too.I spanked my clit and then shivered.Ugh!Muttering a curse, I resumed showering, scrubbing my skin like I could erase the evidence of what I’d just done.
By the time I washed the conditioner out of my hair, the water was growing cold. My phone rang just as I was getting out of the shower. I nearly slipped down as I raced into the bedroom to get my phone, thinking it could be India. It wasn’t. Ronnie’s name flashed across my screen.
“Hey, Ron,” I answered, wrapping a towel around myself.
“Hey, boo. Listen... don’t hate me,” he mumbled, sounding guilty.
“What now?” I asked, rolling my eyes, wondering if he was ditching me too.
“One of the servers called out, and the kitchen is short-staffed. I have to jump in and help for a bit while I wait for the part-time employee to come in.”
I pouted. Yep, he was ditching me. I tried not to let my disappointment seep into my voice.
“It’s okay. That restaurant is your baby. Maybe I’ll come by and have a drink while you work.” I was now in the mood to get out of the house, so I was going somewhere tonight.
“Oh, I’m not canceling our plans, chick. I’m just going to be a little late. Plus, it’s early anyway. We have plenty of time.”
He was right. It was still early.
“I’ll be over later, though. Don’t you dare back out on me, Stef.”
I smiled. “I am not backing out.”
“Good. Because I will personally drag you out of that house if you try.”
“Yeah, yeah. Call when you get here. I’m going to moisturize my hair and take a nap. So, I may be asleep when you arrive.”
“Rest up.”
“Bye, Ronnie.”
