Page 31 of Bastard

“Did you make any headway?” Sam was on a tear trying to sift through Roark red tape that she said they deliberately made as complicated as possible to hide what they were really up to.

“Yeah actually. Hazel was a huge help.”

“Friendship restored?”

“Not quite. I think I would call it a probationary period. I have a feeling David is actually part of her change of heart. He’s really good with navigating complicated moral waters.”

Whatever the reason, I was happy there was a connection there. Sam needed it. “Any word on David’s findings?”

Sam popped her feet up on the edge of the tub and dunked herself all the way under the water. After a few long beats she returned, rubbing water out of her eyes and wiping her face with her hands before sitting up and hugging her knees to her chest. I took the opportunity to massage the lowest part of her back, also known as the top of her ass.

“He doesn’t want to say anything until he’s sure. Says it will make things complicated, which can’t be good.”

At least I knew David wouldn’t keep it a secret if Sam was in immediate danger. “We’re doing a shitty job of relaxing. Here, let me wash your hair.”

Sam groaned low and deep, which got me hard all over again, not that I’d been soft since her clothes came off. “You don’t have to wash my hair. I can do it myself.”

I grabbed the bottle before she could. “You act like it’s a chore. I enjoy doing it. Anything that makes you moan is something I definitely want to be doing.”

“Oh, well then. I’ll be sure to be very loud.”

“There you are.” Sam stepped into the office-parlor-library room. I honestly didn’t know what it was called, but it had bookshelves and fancy sofas and a desk.

“Just sending some emails real quick. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I took longer than usual drying my hair after this fabulous man washed it for me.”

“I’m jealous.”

“I can wash your hair!”

“I mean I’m jealous of this man. How dare he touch you?” I teased and hit send on the last email. I shoved my laptop back in my bag and stood up only to find Sam suddenly in front of me.

“You shouldn’t be jealous. But…I can make it up to you if you like.” Then she reached for my pajama pants, hooked her fingers around my boxers, and pushed them all the floor. “Would you like to sit or stand?”

I sat. Quickly. Already getting hard as Sam placed her hands on my thighs and lowered down to her knees. She pulled her bathrobe open revealing her bare breasts, fondling them while making eye contact with me.

It was fucking hot and I was hard as a rock in no time. “I like when you touch yourself.”

“I know. That’s why I’m doing it.” Then she pinched her nipples and rolled, her breath ragged and her skin going pink. After a minute or two of moaning in front of me, she moved her knees wider and touched herself there. One hand rolling her nipple, the other circling her clit, all while looking me right in the eyes. Well, except when I was watching her fingers work.

They began to travel down, making a V like I did, massaging. She circled her entrance and then dipped a finger inside. The little intake of breath was hot as fuck. “This is what I do in the shower. When you’re not here. When I fantasize about the night in the window.”

“Is that all you do?” I took my dick in my hand and stroked to ease the ache.

She pushed a second finger inside, gasping for air. “At first. I try to mimic the beginning exactly. Your fingers on my nipples, making me watch you touch me.”

“But later? When I fuck you? What do you do then?”

She pushed a third slender finger inside and began to pump. “Sometimes I press my breasts against the cold glass of the shower. Sometimes I use the showerhead to tease them while I ride my hand. But usually?” She pulled a dildo out of her bathrobe pocket. The kind that had a flat end for riding. “I sit on this and pretend it’s you.”

“Fuck. Me.”

She pulled her fingers free and kneed over until she was between my legs. “Would you like to clean my fingers?”

I grabbed her wrist and sucked them in, all while continuing to slowly fist myself. Was she about to do it, right here in front of me? Fuck yeah.

While she kneed up, I sat forward to watch her sink down on the cock suction cupped to the floor. It was about the same size as me, so it took her a moment to fully sink down. And since I was a generous guy who happened to love Sam’s tits, I palmed them and fingered her nipples while she did it.

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