“You can’t talk about another guy’s nuts in our bed. It makes me want to mark my territory.”
“Come on then, take me.” She rolls on her side and strokes a hand down my chest, trailing her fingers across my abdomen and the hard planes of my obliques. Each little kitten touch is making everything harder. Jackknifing out of bed and away from her clever fingers, I head to the bathroom, rubbing my hair in agitation. Soon I’ll be rubbing something else, because I won’t be able to step foot out of my house without being arrested for public indecency if I don’t do something about this goddamn erection.
Behind me, I hear her footsteps.
“Is your dick hard, Ian? Do you want me to lick it?” There’s glee in her voice as she mocks me.
Fuck yes.
“No, bunny. I want you to lie down and rest.” Inside the shower, I flick on the full array of sprays.
“I’m not an invalid, and you’re sucking up at least half the Hudson with that thing,” she says.
Turning back, I see her, completely nude, leaning against my black marble vanity. She looks like a goddess. I hit the temperature controls. I’m going to need it to be refrigerator cold inside the shower to get rid of my hard-on.
“Good thing the ‘Bruce Wayne f**kpad’ has a direct drain back into the river.” I use her nickname for my Meatpacking District home.
“How cold is it in there?” She’s crept closer to the shower, and I can still see her naked body through the water-spattered glass. I turn the water even colder. “Because I think I can see my breath out here.”
She purses her lips and blows, her cheeks hollowed and her lips a perfect circle. I swear she’s doing this to purposely torment me. Taking my c**k in hand, I lean against the glass with the other and stare at her while I pump my shaft. She drifts toward me until there’s nothing separating us but the sheet of glass. The water drives against my back like thin needles but my c**k is on fire. Her gaze never wavers from mine and even through the drops of water and the clear glass wall, I can see both her love and her lust.
I don’t need her hand on me. I just need to see her. She reaches out her hand so that it mirrors mine, the action causing her body to elongate as she stretches. Her br**sts press against the glass, the ni**les hardening due to the cold, due to me. They’re so hard that they resist flattening, instead poking forward like darts and displacing the soft tissue surrounding them.
My mouth waters. I’ve had those precious tits in my mouth a dozen times but I can’t wait for a dozen more. I want my tongue flicking against those hard tips. As if she can read my mind, she reaches down and cups one of her br**sts. Her fingers roll one hardened nipple between them.
Breathing choppily, I jerk faster until my thighs are shaking and my balls are ready to burst. “I’m going to come now,” I pant and she nods her head. In understanding? Agreement? I have no idea, but the orgasm rolls up from the base of my spine until I spurt against the glass and on the floor, my hips pumping into the air. I let loose a groan and Tiny’s mouth opens as if she’s swallowing the sound. The air is filled with the musky scent of my ejaculate. She licks her fingers and smiles, an evil temptress smile. God, I f**king love her.
Without the adrenaline of arousal, the water is far too cold. I switch the hot on and soap up, lifting the handheld showerhead to wash away the evidence of my jacking off. Tiny has disappeared. I’m simultaneously disappointed and relieved. Disappointed because I want her with me always, and relieved because I don’t think my heart can stand another round right now.
As quickly as possible, I finish my shower, sticking my head face-forward into the stream and cleaning off. When I turn off the sprayers, a towel is shoved in my face. “Thanks.”
“Does jerking off feel as good as coming inside me?” she asks, having dressed in the embroidered silk robe my personal shopper insisted I had to own. Tiny’s the only one who’s ever worn it, and it’s so big on her that the front lapels always gape, showing the rounded inner curves of her br**sts.
I gape at her. “Are you kidding? Nothing feels as good on my c**k as your hot pu**y.”
She colors at my coarse words, which I find immeasurably charming how one minute she can be an animal and the next a few sex words has her ducking her head like a school girl. I step out of the shower and lean close to kiss her flushed cheek.
“I just wondered. I mean, I love watching you do it.”
“Really?” I raise an eyebrow. I knew it turned her on, but hearing her admit it stirs me.
“Yes.” She bites the left side of her lip and then rushes her words out. “Your body is so expressive. The muscles in your arms flex as you, um, pump, and your stomach clenches as you get close to your big moment.”
“Big moment?” I can’t fully suppress a smile and the corner of my mouth twitches upward.
She gives me a baby punch in the arm, and I pull her against me, heedless of my still-damp body. Dipping my face into her warm neck, I take a deep breath of her special scent—a blend of lemon body wash and her own personal aroma. I’d like to bottle it so I could have it with me everywhere. Or just have her with me everywhere.
“What’s on your agenda today?” I ask.
“Work. And Sarah called the other day, so we’re trying to meet up for lunch. Maybe today.”
Exerting some self-control so she doesn’t see a frown of disappointment that I won’t be seeing her until the end of the day, I squeeze her once more before releasing her. “If I’d known that, I would have allowed you to take advantage of me this morning.” I’ve gotten addicted to our lunchtime quickies.
“I guess you’ll think twice about turning me down tomorrow morning.”
“No doubt.”
Tiny is currently working for Jake Tanner, a friend of mine who runs a security firm that provides everything from in home alarm systems to personal protection services to investigative work. He does a lot of insurance company jobs, which he describes as dull but lucrative.
After Tiny was fired from her bike messenger job for missing work, she took over as his receptionist and dispatcher. He’d recently been given a medical discharge from the Marines and decided to start a security firm instead of rolling around in his family money.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll have Steve drive you.”
She fidgets slightly with the lapels of the robe. Tiny isn’t really that small, but she’s nearly a foot shorter than me and the robe makes her look young—too young to be out in the big, bad city without me. I’d like for her to stay here, in my converted warehouse, where it’s completely safe. Everything she could ever want can be delivered right to our doorstep. As a former bike courier, she should know that, but I know that if I suggested this plan she’d turn on her heels and walk out.