Page 34 of The Playboy SEAL
She waggles her brows, then spins on her toe. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch her walk, her workout pants leaving little to the imagination. The curve of her ass is exceptional.
She kicks off her sneakers. “Just a quick shower,” she explains.
I tell her where I keep my extra towels, and with a shark-like smile, she closes the door behind her. The lock doesn’t click.
“No clothes on when you come out,” I yell, cupping one hand beside my mouth.
She doesn’t respond, but she laughs. She rolls with anything.
I pace the floor, running a hand across the side of my bed to smooth the covers. I scratch my head and lay a wide palm across my stomach. I do twenty push-ups as quickly as I can. The shower turns on, and I close my eyes.
I unbutton my pants and step out of the uncomfortablejeans. The splashing of water forces my attention to the bathroom door. No one else has been in here before. I wonder what products she’s using. The assortment of gels and facial products is pretty extensive. The shelving in my shower is larger than average, customized for all of the shit I use. She’s singing now. It’s not the screeching warble of the customary shower singer. It sounds…nice. I don’t recognize the melody or the words. Teala’s voice echoing in my space sends a pit of dread directly to my midsection. This won’t end well. How can this possibly end any other way except with destruction?
Dropping to the floor, I do more push-ups, not even counting as I brush my chest against the cool wooden floor. This helps check my dick, and it burns out the thoughts I’m not ready to face. Sweat beads at my hairline, and I know I need to stop before I go from a sweet, muscular pump to a stinky, inconsiderate fucker. I’m not showering. The water turns off, and with that action, her singing halts as well. I imagine what she looks like as she steps out of the shower onto my white bath mat.
Does she dry off before she gets out, or does she step out sopping wet and get water all over the floor? There are two kinds of people in the world, and they fall into either of those categories.
“Can you bring me my bag?” she asks.
I confirm I can, because I’d do anything she asks right now.
Craving distraction, I pick up the leather bag sitting on a console table in my living room and walk back to my room, holding it by the straps at the end of my pointer finger. How does one carry a woman’s purse? I sling it over my shoulder, but that feels odd, so I hold it by thetop handles before I knock on the door.
Teala peeks out, hair wet. “Thanks. I’ll just be another minute or so.” She smiles, my dick twitches, and she closes the door. “I feel like we need to establish some ground rules before we begin.”
She’s mad. Absolutely raving mad if she thinks I’m going to let anything dictate what I’m going to do with her and to her.
“What does that mean, exactly?” I raise my voice so she can hear through the door.
Instead of responding right away, she pushes the bathroom door open, naked but for the smile on her face. Hissing a breath, I clench my jaw as I let my gaze flick from one perfect body part to the next. Her workout clothes leave little to the imagination, yet I’m still a bit shell-shocked with her nakedness so close. Bringing a fist to my mouth, I bite down on my knuckles. Teala laughs.
“I’m clean. Want to get dirty?” she asks.
I suck in a breath. Her confident gaze doesn’t waver. There’s no hiding the desire I see reflecting in her eyes. Her lips slide together, and her tongue flicks out to wet her bottom lip. Every move we make, the other notices. It’s obvious our chemistry is off the charts, but we’re not just synched. We’re on the same page.
“I can’t fuck you, and that’s the dirtiest,” I reply, sliding my hand down the front of my underwear to shift my dick.
Her body is smooth all over and lithe, her pert breasts standing up unnaturally, with pink nipples hardened. If I were to take pieces and parts of other women—myfavorite parts—and mash them together to form my ideal woman, Teala would be it. She wins the prize.
She walks up to me slowly, the steam from the bathroom pushing the scent of my body wash into my awareness. I groan. She smells like me. I never would have understood what a turn-on having my scent on a woman is unless this happened. My mouth waters a bit. When she’s close enough to touch, the heat clinging to her body rushes to my chest. She’s on fire, and she smells delectable. Fists clenched by my sides, I wait for her to make the first move.
She tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes. “Rules,” she says, holding up one finger.
I shake my head.
Pointing at my dick, she says, “You can’t put that inside my vagina or ass.”
I grin. Her mouth is deliciously filthy. “But you can put it inside yourself?” I think about what that would look like, and my cock throbs in agreement as it looks pretty awesome. “I’m joking. I know.” Seeing her bare body lets me know I’m in for a real nice challenge. “But looking at you makes me realize how wonderfully we’ll fuck. Just so you know. Fucking is going to be amazing.”
She nods. “It will be masterful. The most awesome fucking two individuals ever encountered.” She’s joking, but I’m buying it. There’s this buzzing in my body I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt so much…want. “With that said, let the games begin.”
I grab her by the waist and pull her against me. “I don’t play games, Tay-la,” I whisper into her ear. Goose bumps prickle her skin on her neck and shoulder blade.
Her hands immediately go to my cock, and I have to close my eyes and find some sort of inner strength to pull her delicate little cum usurpers away.
She raises her brow in question.
