Page 37 of A Totally Platonic Thing
Without a word, I turned away and started to wash up. As I scrubbed shampoo through my hair, my misery and shock started to morph into anger…and maybe a little bit of defiance.
Okay, so Lucas didn’t want me.Couldn’twant me. At least, he didn’t think he could. But he’d watched my gay porn with me plenty of times, and I knew he’d been hard enough to go in the bathroom and rub one out afterward.
He’d been hard when he spanked me.
Damn it, why couldn’t he want me just a little bit? Enough to really touch me, even once. As an experiment. As a stand-in for a woman he wanted. Anything.
I kept my back to him. He didn’t want to see my face or my lack of tits or my dick and balls anyway. Those parts of me would only turn him off.
But I had a round, generous ass and long legs for my height and a smooth back, and I didn’t have much hair anywhere except some on my calves. From the back, I could give him a show even a straight guy might be able to enjoy.
Or might be unable to help enjoying.
Screw Lucas. If he wanted to boss me around and tell me when I could jerk off and watch me shower and get me so turned on I could hardly stand it and maybe make my heart feel like it was cracking in half, then he should suffer too. Dammit.
I worked up a good lather with the bar of soap and then reached around and got to work on my ass. Rubbing in circles, stroking the lower curves of my cheeks, nudging my thumbs into the crease. Teasing. Slowly pulling my cheeks open a little bit to work my soapy fingers in between.
At a certain point it became as much of a tease for me as for Lucas, because my hole felt as touch-starved as my cock, needy and tingling from the light pressure of the movement of my cheeks and the hot water running down over it. I stared at the shower wall, focusing on a smudge of soap on the tile, and bit my lip so I didn’t start making embarrassing sounds.
Lucas’s voice made me twitch and let out an embarrassing sound anyway. “Your ass can’t possibly be that dirty.”
You have no idea. I choked down a burst of crazed laughter.
“Okay,” I called over the rush of the shower. Hopefully he couldn’t hear the crack in my voice. “I’ll finish up.”
I didn’t mind finishing up. I had a grand finale in mind, anyway. Just thinking about it made my cock throb. God, would I make myself come washing my ass while Lucas watched me? What would he do to me?
Okay, fuck, I’d come even faster if I imagined Lucas punishing me for coming while I fingered myself.
With one hand, I held my ass open, and I slid the fingers of the other down the crack. First I circled all my fingers around my hole, and then I made a vee out of my forefinger and middle finger, spreading them to either side, clenching and releasing my muscles so my little pink pucker, which I had on the authority of every guy who’d ever fucked me was really nice-looking, sort of…winked at him.
“Get the fuck out of the shower,” Lucas said, his voice hoarse. And deeper.
And closer.
I peeked over my shoulder. Lucas had moved, now standing a couple of feet from the bathtub, and he’d put his phone away. His jaw had clenched to a degree that looked painful.
Was he angry because I was fucking around and pushing the envelope of what he’d allowed me to do, or angry because my little show had gotten him aroused?
I dared to glance down for a second. Through the steamy shower curtain and at this angle, I couldn’t tell the extent of the bulge in the front of his jeans. But there was definitely a bulge.
“I’m almost done.” I turned my head away again, took a deep breath, and pushed my index finger inside myself.
There was a sound behind me like a bitten-off groan, or a curse. Oh, God. He was watching. Lucas was watching me push my finger into my ass all the way to the knuckle. I bit my lip until it throbbed and crooked my finger, daring to give my prostate a stroke, working my finger in and out a little faster.
I could come like this without even touching my cock. Lucas had called it my superpower that one time. He had no idea. If he fucked me I could come on his cock even if he pinned my hands and kept me from touching myself…
I let out a cry I couldn’t keep in. My balls drew up. My wrist ached as I twisted my hand so I could thrust my finger deeper and deeper and—
The shower curtain went flying and Lucas’s big hand closed around my forearm, yanking my hand away from my ass. “That’s enough,” he growled. “More than enough.”
He reached past me and flipped the shower off, and he had to be getting drenched in the process, but he didn’t seem to care.
And then he wrapped his other arm around my waist and yanked me out of the bathtub, my feet kicking, my arm flailing—the one he wasn’t still gripping so hard I could practically feel his fingerprints.
Lucas crushed me against his body, arm pinning me tight, water soaking from my skin into his clothes. I yelped and thrashed, but Lucas dragged me bodily out of the bathroom, taking my full weight with a lack of effort that nearly made me come on the spot. His big body around mine set all my nerves on fire, and my struggles rubbed my ass over the front of his jeans, and then Lucas tackled me onto his bed, his weight knocking the wind out of me and trapping my cock painfully underneath me.
For a moment he lay on top of me, his now-wet clothing sticking between us, his quick breaths panting into my ear. My heart beat so fast I quivered with it. I had to squeeze my eyes shut because my vision had blurred.
