Page 18 of Brick Wall
There’s just one problem. The human body is constantly in motion. I know this for a fact. Doesn’t matter that we’re both frozen stiff right now. The rise and fall of her chest, the flutter of her eyelids, the way her tongue darts out to lick her lips. All of those tiny, undetectable motions combine to drive me a little crazy. How is my cock getting harder when we’re stuck like some erotic statue?
The human body really is constantly in motion, I guess.
This guy is taking his good old sweet time. I can hear the hiss of a zipper, but it stops suddenly after only a second or two.
Shit. Did I make a noise? Can he see our shadow through the thin curtain? I hold my damn breath until I hear the zipper again. Jesus, did he doze off mid-zip?
He begins to do his business, whistling a happy little tune all the while. I feel like I’m in a freaking Disney movie, except for the part where we’ve been interrupted mid-fuck by a drunk guy who’s pissing a goddamn river.
I’m beginning to wonder if he’s pouring something from ajug until I hear the hiss of his zipper once again. Thank god. The faster he leaves, the faster I can get back to taking care of Maggie.
She’s staying still…mostly. Her arms are locked in place, her torso rests on mine. She’s barely even blinking. But her inner walls are squeezing me tight and then releasing. It’s the best fucking trick ever, but it’s shredding my control.
And I’m known for my control.
It’s fucking legendary, and this blonde beauty is decimating it by the second.
I’ve never been so grateful to hear a toilet flush.
He turns toward the door and wobbles a bit. I know this because he reaches for the shower curtain to steady himself. If we were at the hockey house, it would be game over. The shower rod would have come tumbling down, and I’d be lucky if the nasty-ass shower curtain offered us any protection. In a feeble attempt at chivalry, I turn Maggie’s head toward the tile wall and shield her upper body with my arms. It’s not much, but if we’re caught, at least Maggie won’t have to worry about a stranger leering at her tits.
And no, I don’t count as a stranger.
I brace myself for impact, but it never comes. The guys at Kappa must have money. Or at least their alumni do. Their shower rods are built into the wall. That’s some high-class shit.
“Toad!!!” A voice from the hallway carries through the door, and it’s not just any voice. It’s my teammate, Ollie.Shit. I’d bet money he’s been caught naked in a bathtub with at least one other person, so it’s not judgment I’m worried about. I’m just over the interruptions. And no, this isn’t my house or my bathtub. Or even my girl. Not yet, anyway. But dammit, we were here first.
Ollie bangs on the door, and for a second, I’m sure it’ll swing open. Luck’s inching back over to my side, though,because Ollie stays out in the hall. “You done takin a piss?” his voice calls.
“Yeah, yeah,” Toad mumbles. He must reach for the door because I hear the handle jiggle. Thank fuck. We are almost home free. Just a few more seconds and?—
“Oh my god. Wash your freaking hands!” The indignant cry comes from Maggie’s pretty, pouty lips and while I respect her stance on hygiene, she’s about to get us kicked out of here. Naked.
I’m calculating where our clothes are and which are the most important ones to grab. Maggie’s shoes are fucked, so I’ll give her my slides. They’ll be giant, but at least she won’t cut her?—
“Shit. Sorry, Ma,” Toad says, sounding like he’s half asleep and still fully drunk. The water turns on and he whistles for a full minute while he washes up. His mother would be proud, I’m sure, but I need him to dry off and get gone. Thankfully, the handle jiggles again, then rattles as he slams the door closed.
I wait a solid five seconds before taking a breath.
Another five before peeking around the curtain.
Maggie’s already leapt into action. Well, scooted into it. Her bad ankle has slowed her down, but it’s apparently no match for her disdain toward germs. She’s out of the tub, and she’s found some disinfectant spray in the treasure trove of a cabinet and she’s aiming it at everything Toad might have touched.
I’m still naked as the day I was born, and so’s she. My hard-on hasn’t diminished, and even though now would probably be a good time to get the hell out of here, I have no plans to leave.
Maggie clearly doesn’t either because she turns the lock before dragging a towel rack over and shoving it under the knob so we’re barricaded in.
“Good thinking. I’m pretty sure that deserves another reward.”
She turns her pretty blue eyes on me. “Lucky me. The last one was pretty spectacular. What do I get this time?”
“Lemme think,” I say, stroking my length as my gaze drifts over her body. Fuck, she’s perfect, all softness and curves. She sits on the edge of the tub and gives me the same lingering look. My cock twitches in response.
“I could put my mouth on you again.” My eyes stay trained on hers as I tap my chest. “You could sit right here and let me have another taste.”
“That’s definitely a possibility,” she says, clenching her thighs. “What’s my next option?”
It’s taking all my willpower not to wrap my hands around her waist and put her right where I want her.
