Tipsy

Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Hallie

The shower was not prepared for my homecoming.

I was barely through the threshold of the apartment before my suitcases were being thrown at my side—ready to be unpacked after. My clothes were taken off piece by piece, tossed over my shoulder. I dove at my bedside table to retrieve the same rose that got the job done the last time. Now I was back in the shower, legs parted wide, hot water running down my thighs, and begging the toy to make me come and end my misery.

"Fuck, Mikah..." his name tumbled from my lips.

With one hand, the toy was pressed against my needy clit. The other was on the ground, trying to claw my way to the orgasm I'd been craving again since the elevator. This was not supposed to happen. The sex was not supposed to be that hot. The entire way home, I tried convincing myself that being a single bridesmaid, alcohol, and a lot of pent-up sexual tension was telling me it was better than it was.

But it was so good.

Fucking on an elevator, the possibility of being caught... it unleashed something in me. Porn had told me I enjoyed certain kinks, but experiencing one was something else. I now felt like an addict, needing a fix. That fix was downstairs, tending a bar with no idea I was using the shower we shared to come while screaming his name.

And I was so close to doing just that.

Toes curled, the temperature rose, my knees wobbled, my eyes pressed shut as tightly as they could. And then it happened. An orgasm ripped its way from deep in my core. My head dropped back and held the toy as long as I could, determined to keep coming as long as possible. I'd needed this all day, and I was going to make it worth it.

"Yes, Mikah..." My hips rode the toy until I couldn't take it anymore. I let go of it, allowing it to roll around on the shower floor.

I released a heavy breath, trying to calm myself and the buzz of every inch of my skin. When I opened my flickered open, that breath hitched in my throat. From outside the shower, Mikah towered above me, leaning one hand into the exterior shower wall and holding the shower door open with the other. His greedy eyes lit my skin ablaze again. He took in every inch of me—his jaw tight and his nostrils flaring with each breath he took. He heard me saying his name, and while I should have been embarrassed and trying to cover myself, I knew by the way he was watching I was doing exactly what he wanted.

"The bar..." I barely got the words out before he was pulling at the collar of his dress shirt.

"Can wait," he said, finishing my thought. Buttons flew and dropped to the shower floor, revealing the toned muscles of his stomach. "Do it again."

The heat had to be getting to me. It was some sort of post-orgasm daze, because I could have sworn he was asking me to make myself come again.

"I want to watch how you come when I'm not around to see it, Tipsy. You just came for me, and I didn't get a say in it."

My knees closed as I giggled, and I pushed my wet hair out of my face. "You think you get a say?"

With a smirk that made me wet all over again, he leaned into the shower and picked up the toy that was still spinning around. His cock was bulging from his pants as he did, and we both knew I was face to face with it. I lifted my hand to touch it, but he stopped my hand by taking it with his. The toy was placed into my palm, where he used his thumb against mine to turn the vibration to the highest setting. I could barely hold it as he used it to part my legs and guided it to my sex. My hips thrust upward as I released a scream—I was too sensitive from just using it—but he held my hand there until my hips began to slowly roll into the toy again.