Page 117 of Dirty Roulette
I stand there with the bottle and Payton steps into the doorway, her head leaning against the doorframe as I twist open the cap and flip it, letting all of it bubble out of the rim and down the drain. My mouth dries as it swirls around until the bottle drips its last drop, all of it gurgles and disappears.
Payton closes the door behind her and locks it. She plops down on the toilet seat as I kick off my boxer briefs and yank the curtain aside, turning on the dial and stepping in. Hot water rains along my neck as I lean my head against the icy cold tile. It takes every atom of me not to break back down. Brody is the mouth of the wolf, Payton has the precious eyes of a lamb, and my sister is greeted with flames engulfing the gates of hell.
I press my palms against my eyes, holding in the pain burning to escape. A heavy breath gets sucked back into my lungs, where I bury it deep in my chest cavity. When I pull myself together, I manage to wash my hair, and comb out the sweat and grease.
The shower curtain yanks against the metal bar above. Payton peeks her head in, the rest of her is in shadow on the other side.“You have cute muscles on your butt.”
I can’t stop a laugh from flying out, and the silly grin on her face leaves me in a trance. There is some type of chemical she injects into my bloodstream. It’s freeing for those three seconds. I’m not thinking about anything but her. She’s got her hooks in me, reeling me in.
“Get in...” I say with a cheeky grin.
She lifts a shoulder to her cheek. “Really? You want me to shower with you?”
“Yeah, or go get naked, maybe wear your best Friday underwear for me and go lay on my bed.”
“My best Friday underwear? Okay, what are you going to wear for me, then?”
“Whatever I want to...”
“Maybe – just maybe – Iwaswearing Friday underwear. ” She holds up her panties with a cynical smile, and there it is. “Friday” stitched onto the purple garment. She leans over the tub to the bottles of body wash on the opposite side, and she is all skin, nothing else.
“Fuck... Payton...” She’s gorgeous with nothing on, and I’m begging my blood not to run down to my dick.
“What areyougoing to wear, hmm?” One of the bottles plops onto the dingy shower mat from her two fingers struggling to grab it. “Gonna put on some old Fruit of the Loom boxers and rock my world?”
Her fingertips snag one of the bottles, and she pumps the soap into her hand. She hurdles a leg in the shower and steps in. The soap lathers in her palms and with flat hands she starts at my shoulder blades and traces them down my chest, the suds not missing a single inch.
“Ahh, look at the cute little guy down there.” She stares at my junk, wiggling her fingers.
I turn my back against her and rinse off her attempt to bathe me.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Yes!”
Her tiny hands circle around my back, barely being able to interlock together as she squeezes me. She peppers me with kisses, and a shiver runs down my entire body. I turn around in the shower watching my steps so I don’t slip.
I catch her chin between my thumb and index finger, tilting her head up so I can look into her eyes. “I’m going to ask you a million times, but are you sure? I...” Before I can finish my sentence her head shoots up and her lips find mine. I cup the back of her head and go for more. My tongue prods the seam of her lips. She parts themon command, and while I swirl my tongue over hers, she gives out a desperate moan that vibrates through my bloodstream.
I haven’t kissed her in weeks, and I didn’t think I would miss someone this much. She molded her lips to mine and this is the best kiss of my entire life. My body inches closer, and hers does the same until our wet skin flushes against each other.
I retreat, nibbling her lower lips and pecking her along her jaw. I reach her neck and she slants her head so my mouth can latch onto her flesh, sucking and nibbling down on her skin. A whimper escapes from her mouth and her body rocks against mine.
I tighten my grip on a handful of hair, pulling it gently as I breathe into her neck and leave a trail of kisses until I reach for her lips, her mouth opening for me to pour myself in.
I feel her hands pull my hips against hers and somehow she gets me to pin her against the tile as the shower patters on us. I remove my hand from the back of her head and graze my hands first down to her breasts and then to her waist, pulling her somehow even closer. She doesn’t protest, just brushes her hips against my groin. Our breaths are coming out in harsh bursts. She whimpers into my mouth with her fingers digging into my lower back. When we have a chance to breathe she moans,“Sebastian.” Just that single word is enough fuel for me to get hard.
Forget drinking, she’s giving me a better buzz than any liquor on the face of this planet. It's difficult to pull away, even more difficult than the cravings I have for the sweet vanilla taste of Hennessy skidding down my throat. She’s better than any of it.
Her hands find their way to nestle into my hair. I put both of my hands underneath her hips and lifted her up, so she could feel how hard she’s made me. She cups my face, her hips rubbing up and down my shaft.
I have to force myself to stop kissing her and whisper against her lips, “We aren’t going to make it back to the bedroom if we don’t stop.”
“Then don’t stop,” She pecks me on the lips, “I want you right now.” She shivers as I squeeze her hips and she tangles her legs around my waist as the tip of my dick runs over her slick opening and along her sweet clit. The water is turning lukewarm, slowly going cold.
“It’s going to hurt. I can’t. Not here.” I take her lips, only having a few seconds of breathing before her tongue laps the roof of my mouth. She kisses me just as hard, hungry and wanting more with each stroke. “The water is getting cold,” I mumble into her mouth as she bites my bottom lip.
“I don’t want to stop,” she whispers between our lips interlocking, and this time everything down there aches.
