Page 25 of Then Came You

The temperature.

The steam.

The visions.

Blade sitting in the barber chair stroking his cock while I sit in front of him on the ledge. My legs are spread wide, feet planted on the arm rests, and I’m shoving a couple of fingers in my hole.

Him grabbing me the moment I turn the lock on the salon door and fucking me against the curtained windows because he can’t wait.

One hand continues to work on my clit while the showerhead targets inside my tight pussy. I’m so wet, I don’t know what’s water or what’s me?

Scenario after scenario flits through my mind, each one making me hotter and hotter. My moans become louder and I know on some level there’s a chance that Xander might be hearing what’s happening inside these shower walls.

My hips lift off the wall once again, and a loud cry slips past my lips. The fingers working my clit will get me there, but I know Blade being inside me would catapult me quicker and faster.

My fingers work faster, and it doesn’t take long before my climax hits. My stomach tenses, and back bows and I let out a long-strangled moan.

Fluttering my eyes open and releasing a contented sigh, I slowly come back down from the moon.

It’s only then I realise the bathroom door is ajar and Xander is standing gaping at me.

“Ah!” I half scream at his sudden presence, but more so because I slip over my feet, landing flat on my ass, bruising yet another part of my body. I rush to scramble up, but my feet fail me again and I land in the splits, my freshly pleasured pussy on full display. “What are you doing in here?!” I cry out of mortification, giving him a scathing glare through the fogged-up glass.

Finally managing to turn the water off, I grapple for the recently warmed towel, courtesy of the heated towel rack, and wrap myself like a nun.

I barge the door open and lift my foot to step out, but again lose my footing, sending myself in a diving heap at Xander’s feet. My ass is on display, but at this point I can’t seem to scrounge up any more humiliation.

Is it normal for someone to fall three times in the span of one minute?

I’m aware my body is still half-soaped, and my hair still has conditioner in it, but what was the alternative? stay in the fucking shower? I think not.

“Jesus Row, are you okay?” I’m at his feet buck naked. What part of this screams that I’m alright?

“Xander. A little privacy please?” I mutter. He spins on the spot, allowing me whatever little decorum I have left. I shimmy the towel over my body and scurry to get into one of my dad’s old oversized jumpers and leggings. I’ll just have to settle for rinsing my hair in the sink after we have a little chat. “What the hell just happened?” I have a right to be furious, right?

“Uh.” He scratches the back of his head. “I finished up a game and I heard…things.”

“You can turn back around now.” I fold my arms across my chest, well aware I look like a drowned rat.

“I’m sorry.” He laughs it off as it’s no big deal.

“Xan. I’m so embarrassed. What you heard…What you saw…That was meant to be private. I’m sorry.” What am I even apologising for? I have no idea, but it just feels right. “Can we please just forget about what you saw and heard?” I beg, still unable to look at his face.

“Come here you big dork.” His strong arms pull me into a friendly bear hug, engulfing my mortification.

“You shouldn’t just barge into rooms, you know?” I can still feel my face is on fire.

“Well, don’t sound like you’re dying next time and I won’t,” he jokes, pulling the ends of my hair, like a big brother would.

I’m glad he’s not making a thing out of it.

“Get out,” I laugh, pushing his body away. I might not have Cin as a real friend, but I do have Xan, and he’s the best.

I rinse my hair in the sink, feeling the suds fade into nothing. When I feel like I’ve sufficiently dried my dripping hair enough, I find the spare bedroom, tuck myself under the silk sheets, and let my dreams carry me away from the nightmare that is my life.

Chapter 11

Blade

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