Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 76696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Amber
The next morning I woke with Zach’s arm around my waist and again I could feel his erection digging into my lower back. I couldn’t believe what had happened yesterday morning. I’d never felt anything like it before.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Zach said in a strained voice, sitting up. He probably didn’t want to come in his boxers again. I flushed with the memory. He pressed a quick kiss against my forehead, then left the room and closed the door behind him. Before I could change my mind, I hopped out of bed and followed him. I hesitated in the corridor. The bathroom door was closed and the shower was running. I sucked in a deep breath and slipped in before quietly closing the door. Zach stood under the streaming water, head tilted back and eyes closed. I was glad he didn’t watch me because my face slipped into an expression of shock when I saw him completely naked. Images from long ago nibbled at my mind but I pushed them back. This was nothing like the past. I walked closer, my eyes never leaving Zach. He was gorgeous. Rivulets of water traveled over the ridges of his body, his muscled chest, his abs, his narrow hips. It didn’t surprise me that girls wanted him. He curled his hand around himself and slowly began stroking up and down. He was big, bigger than…No. That was the past.
I took another hesitant step closer and Zach’s eyes opened, his gaze meeting mine. “Shit, Amber!” He jerked upright, hitting his head against the shower and dropped his erection. I drew my eyes back up to his face. Shock was plain on Zach’s face. He didn’t try to cover himself up. “What are you doing here?”
My cheeks were flushed and I fumbled for an answer. “I was curious.”
Zach relaxed slightly and something shifted on his face. “Curious?”
“I wanted to watch you.”
Zach twitched in response. He groaned, then shook his head. “I think I hit my head too hard, because I could swear you just said you want to watch me jerking off.”
I walked closer until I was directly in front of the glass stall. Nerves twisted my stomach so tightly, I was worried I’d throw up. Calm down, Amber. This was your idea. Now go through with it. It was stupid that a completely naked Zach made me anxious. Zach was watching me intently. “Amber? I need you to be very clear about what you want,” his voice was a hoarse plea. What did I want? My eyes traveled the length of his body. I wanted to run my hands over his skin. “Can I watch you touch yourself?”
Zach stared, then he snapped out of it. He wrapped his palm around his length. “You mean like that?”
I nodded, then opened the stall. Water sprayed my face. I didn’t care. I stepped inside with my pajama pants and top still on. I needed that barrier, even though it wasn’t really a protection from anything. “Amber?” Zach asked. He leaned back against the tiled wall. The water was soaking my clothes, plastering the fabric against my skin. The pajama pants and the top were both white, so they probably didn’t leave much to the imagination. I should take them off. It would be so easy, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Cold air flooded the stall and I closed the door. Zach stood across from me, only an arm-length away, his hand curled around his length. “Do you want me to move?” He slid his hand up and down, then stopped.
I nodded, biting my lip. He began stroking himself again, eyes burning into me with a hunger that made heat gather in the pit of my stomach. I pressed my legs together and tried to tense the muscles of my core to alleviate some of the tension. It was almost painful. I needed some relief, but I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t touch myself, not like this. Why not? In bed with Zach’s arm around me, it hadn’t felt strange. And he was touching himself too. Zach was panting, his strokes becoming faster, his knuckles turning white from the iron grip on his length. I wondered how it would be if I was the one doing that to him. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs. He let out a long groan, hand curling around the tip of his length as he came. I sucked in a deep breath, waiting for a flicker of fear but there was none. Only fascination and want. I wanted to touch Zach. I wanted him to touch me. He would make me feel good. I knew it. Zach stared at me, still clutching himself as the water washed away the signs of his orgasm. He looked as if he was expecting me to freak out any moment. It was almost comical. I burst out laughing. It felt as if I’d taken down another of my walls and it felt incredible. Relief washed over Zach’s face and he chuckled. “That was…”
“Weird?”
He shook his head. “Hot. At least for me.”
Suddenly, I felt daring. Maybe it was because Zach’s penis was softening and he wasn’t posing an immediate threat, which was a stupid thing to think but my brain was messed up so its logic wasn’t exactly reasonable. “I want to get out of my clothes,” I whispered.
Zach stopped washing himself. “Okay?”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes when I said, “No touching.” God, could I sound any more pathetic? Why was Zach putting up with me?
“No touching,” Zach said quietly. He put his hands behind his back, trapping them between the wall and his butt.
I gripped the hem of my top, then paused.
“Amber, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. But I swear to you I won’t ever touch you if you don’t ask me to.”
“I know,” I said. “But what if you don’t like what you see?”
“Your clothes aren’t hiding all that much and I saw almost all of you yesterday. And believe me, you are fucking beautiful.”