Page 48 of Take Me
We’re stuck in a porn flick where a pizza delivery guy might stride through the door and suggest sausage, mushroom, and a threesome.
“Ouch, ouch,fuck!”She’s still trying to do it herself, so I snatch the bottle from her hand and step into the shower.
“I won’t touch you, okay?”I’m telling myself as much as her.“I just need the right angle to get the oil in there.”
“I’m hardly in a position to be modest here, Mason.”Cupping her boob from the bottom, she hooks her thumbnail under the edge of the adhesive.“Can you see okay?”
“Yeah.”I stare at her breasts and nod like a dummy.“Yep.Yesiree?—”
“Mason.”
My eyes snap to her face.“What?”
“Can you see the place where the adhesive won’t let go of my skin?”
“Oh.Yeah.”I order myself to concentrate.“You want me to squirt it right there?”
“Please.”Her plea sounds so breathless, and the shower’s all filled up with steam.
I know I’m not thinking straight as I angle my wrist toward her breast.Tipping the bottle, I dribble a few drops of oil on the spot where she’s pointing.
“Right there,” she pants.“Yes!I think it’s working.”
I keep dripping oil on her flesh, ignoring my own flesh betraying me in the worst way.I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard.It’s fighting its way through the top of my boxer briefs, making a break for the light.
How is this simultaneously so fucking sexy and so goddamnunsexy?
“Just a little more.”She whimpers and keeps tugging the sticker.“It’s working!Oh my God, it’s working.”
“We might need more oil.”Good luck explaining that to the front desk emergency line.
“Almost got it.”She winces again but keeps going.“Yes!”
With one more sharp rip, she holds up the sticker in triumph.There must be a delayed reaction.That moment of shock before pain sets in.Her eyes go wide, and she stares at my face with her mouth hinging open.
“Holy fucking shit that hurts!”
I look down to see if she’s bleeding, but no.And her nipple’s still there, all pebbled and rosy and glistening with oil and hot water.I don’t know how, but I hold it together and force my eyes back to her face.“We should stop.”
“No, we shouldn’t.”
I’m not sure we mean the same thing.Then she takes hold of her other boob, hooking a fingernail under the edge of the adhesive.“Let’s get it over with.Fast.”
There’s no way I’ll survive this, but I nod like it’s not a big deal.“Ready when you are.”
Drawing a breath, she holds the skin taut with one hand.“On three?”
“Sure.”
Gritting her teeth, she grips the edge of the sticker.“One, two, three—go!”
I squirt; she rips.Then she shrieks.“Ow!Motherfucker, that stings.Ouch ouch ouch ouch?—”
“Erika, stop.”
She’s thrashing and yelping and dancing around in the hot, stinging spray.“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck?—”
“Stop flailing.”I know how high her pain threshold is, so she must really be hurting.“The shower floor’s slick.”
