Page 59 of The Penalty Shot (Totally Pucked 5)

An hour later, when he walks through the door, Alex and I are doing his homework at the table, sharing a bowl of popcorn. He shoots me a wink and ruffles Alex’s hair before disappearing into his room and coming back out freshly changed, with his hair unruly and the stubble on his face making him look even more handsome.

He doesn’t bring up our conversation, even when Alex is in the other room, so I spend the rest of the night anxiously waiting. I tuck Alex in bed, and then go to my room and change into a satin pajama set, picking up a book.

Though it's not as if I can concentrate, my eyes keep drifting to the door every few hundred words, waiting for it to open and for Asher to appear. Thirty minutes pass and he still doesn’t come, so I give up on trying to read and slip out of bed and into the hallway. I can hear the shower running, so I walk to the bathroom door and pause.

Is he waiting for me?

My hand hesitates on the doorknob, only for a moment, before I turn it and quickly slip inside, telling myself that Asher is probably expecting me to come to him.

Steam billows around the room, hanging on the mirror and glass of the shower, partially blocking my view. Although I can still see Asher on the other side, his rigid back to me, one hand above his head flat against the tile of the shower, the other…

Oh God.

Did I just walk in on Asher stroking himself in the shower?

Yes.

Did I also just hear my name fall from his lips as he did it?

Yes.

Am I absolutely in over my head with a man who has no business being so sinful?

Yes.

His head is thrown back with his dark hair plastered to his face; his lips parted as he pumps his cock roughly. It’s absolutely mesmerizing. He’s beautiful.

“Auden.” He groans, swiveling his hand around his length and over its thick head.

I don’t mean to gasp…it just kind of slips out. He freezes, cock in hand, and slowly turns. His heavy-lidded eyes meet mine through the foggy glass, and I swallow. Part of me wants to flee under his intense gaze, but an even bigger part of me aches.

For him. To touch him.

"I-I…” I start, but words fail me. What do I say when I’ve basically become a peeping Tom and walked in on him pleasuring himself?

“On the bench, Auden,” he rasps, nodding toward the long vanity bench in front of the window. “Take your shorts off and get on the bench.”

Slowly, I walk over to it, then turn toward him, our eyes locking, and pull my shorts slowly down my hips. I ignore the tremble in my hands as the satin pools around my feet. I take a step back and sit on the bench, waiting for Asher to speak.

He strokes himself, his hand on the glass in front of him, watching me.

“Put your leg up and spread yourself open for me. I want to see your pretty pussy while I fuck my hand.”

His words…God, this man. The control he has over my body, my mind and my heart.

Obediently, I place my foot on the edge of the vanity and reach between my legs, using my fingers to spread myself wide.

His eyes darken several shades, desire pooling in his irises, and he leans forward, placing his forehead against the glass. “Rub your clit. Soft, slow circles. Pretend that it’s my tongue lapping at you.”

My eyes drift down to his length as he tugs at his cock. I slide the pad of my finger against my clit, gasping at the sensation.

While my fingers work, he watches me intently, and it makes me want to give him a show.

I dip my finger lower, lathering my wetness on my fingertips then slowly sliding it inside of me. My lips part, and I moan, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, Auden,” Asher says roughly.

At his command, my eyes open and snap directly to him. As I guide my finger in and out of me, he seems to be closer and closer to the edge, jerking himself harder, the pads of his fingers turning white as he digs his fingers into the glass.

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