Page 54 of Pretty Rings and Broken Things

My back presses to the wall as I decide what to do. I should leave and pretend I never came in here in the first place, but I can’t get the idea out of my head that I swear I heard him say my name.

“Winnie,” Archer groans.

My eyes widen. There’s no mistaking it this time. Hedefinitelysaid my name.

I slowly lean into the bathroom. Due to the layout of the room, I can’t see into the shower. There’s a wall that blocks him from my view, but it doesn’t block the sound. He grunts, and it makes my heart speed up.

Not knowing what’s come over me, I take one step into the bathroom. My heart slams against my chest in anticipation. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I just want one little peek. What is he doing? Why is he saying my name?

I take another step in, making sure I tiptoe as softly as I can. Leaning forward, I look in the mirror to see if I can see him at all.

My entire body flushes because I can see him perfectly. I can see all of him.

I catch my breath as I find his back to me, his body turned ata slight angle, giving me a view of every muscular inch of him. He braces his body up with one hand against the shower wall. My eyes travel down his muscular back, marveling at the way his muscles bunch together on his upper back every time the hand not against the wall moves.

This invades his privacy in so many different ways, but I can’t move. I can’t do anything but let my gaze travel down his perfect, naked body. All I can think about as I look at his back is how I wonder what it’d be like to feel those muscles move underneath my touch as he slid into me. Would he let my fingernails scrape along his spine? Would he ease himself in slowly or push himself inside me hurriedly at the same pace his hand is moving now?

He groans, and that’s when my eyes finally focus on his other hand—on what he’s doing. His large hand wraps around his cock, pumping up and down in a quick rhythm. I can’t look away. He’s huge, way bigger than anyone I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck.” He lets out a loud growl as his hand slows a little, and he takes extra time pumping just the thick head of his cock before he goes down to the base again.

“Winnie…” He moans at the same moment I realize that not only is he getting himself off…but he’s getting himself off tome. Or at least to thoughts of me as he groans my name again in what can only be described as an intense want.

I clamp my thighs together. It’s all kinds of wrong, but I’m turned on by the sight of him stroking himself with my name on his lips.

His head rolls back, and the muscles on his back tighten. Is he close?

God, my clit throbs. My fingers twitch at my sides as I fight the urge to slip them into the waistband of my skirt. If I could just relieve the building pressure for a second, I’d come to my senses and leave him to finish alone.

But I don’t want him to finish alone. I want towatch him fall apart. Will he moan my name again? My curiosity is getting the best of me. Slowly, I let one hand drift up my leg. It’d be easy to lift my skirt and glide my hand against my clit. My fingers slowly drift up my thigh as my eyelids feel heavy with desire.

“If you’re going to get off on watching me stroke my cock, at least come closer so I can watch.”

My body jolts, my hand slapping against my thigh as I try to act like I wasn’t just doing exactly what I was doing.

My cheeks feel hot as I find Archer watching me closely. He’s turned around, giving me an even better view of what he’s doing.

His hand doesn’t stop.

He continues to pump up and down his girth as he stares right at me.

I wet my lips, wondering what it’d be like to fit him in my mouth. I’m not that close to him, but even from here, I know he’s massive. I know I’d have to stretch my lips and cheeks to even fit my mouth around him.

“Winnie,” Archer growls. His tone makes me jump, my eyes moving from his cock to his eyes. The moment our eyes meet, he smiles.

And it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever done. He’s so confident, and normally, I’d hate the arrogance written all over his face, but right now, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Come here,” he demands. There’s not a hint of question in his words. It’s like he already knows that I’d do anything he asked right now.

I take a step forward, my body moving of its own accord. He keeps his eyes pinned on me, but his hand never stops.

I come to a stop in front of the shower. He’s so much bigger up close. I swallow, wondering what I’m doing right now. I just went to great lengths to gather pillows to put as a barrier between us while we sleep, yet here I am, watching him stroke his cock like it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.

“Closer,” he instructs.

My mouth pops open because I can’t come any closer unless I physically get in the shower with him.

“Winnie.” My name comes out as a warning. I love the way it sounds coming from his mouth.

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