I move without thought to the entry and look up the stairs, listening.
Music blares, but isn’t enough to cover the beating of water raining down in the hall bathroom or the unmistakable clatter of rings sliding across the shower curtain rod.
Three seconds later, my dick is hard and leading the way up the stairs. The door is open a crack, the music radiating from her room.
Kira’s naked.
Kira’s naked a few steps away.
A ripple ignites my body as it moves through. I reach down and adjust my hardening cock as I step into my room.
There’s no stopping where my mind has gone and where it’s taking me. I pull my shirt up as I toe my shoes off, then pull my shorts and boxer-briefs down, taking my socks with them.
Completely naked with my cock bouncing, I walk over to the bathroom door.
Wet heat, saturated with a sweet, succulent scent of my girl and whatever shit she uses, pours out of the gap she’s left. I place my hand on the door and slowly push it open enough for me to slip in, then push it back.
She’s singing along with the music, a Maroon 5 song. The combination of sounds is so loud, she doesn’t even hear me.
I grab onto my cock, stroking it a few times to calm the fucking raging need for the friction of her *.
Was I pissed off? Doing some deep thinking a few minutes ago? I don’t even remember, because my dick rules with a fucking iron fist. The directive is simple, one objective.
Come.
And then fucking come again.
All over and inside my girl.
I bite my lip, holding back a moan as I squeeze down on my cock.
The song ends and I hold my breath, listening to the water hit her body, hoping she doesn’t hear me. After all, there are some markings on my body I’m not ready for her to see. The most recent is still healing, and I have nothing to hide them.
The next song is hard and sexy, and I can’t stop my hips rocking my cock in and out of my fist. Being this close to her naked body is too much for my poor dick. It needs, begs for, skin on skin.
I pull the side of the curtain opposite of the showerhead and peek in. She’s facing away from me, her head under the spray rinsing out her hair.
I take the opportunity and climb in behind her.
She hears me this time and jumps as her head whips around. Her eyes go wide, then she’s facing away again. “Get out! You can’t be in here. Mom and Steve are downstairs.”
I freeze for a split second before smiling, not that she can see. She didn’t call me names or hit me or tell me to fuck off. No, Kira’s worried about our parents.
“They went back to work.” I step forward, the tip of my cock pushing into her soft ass cheek before sliding up and landing in the dip of her fucking perfect backside, the tip pressing against her back. The rest of me stops an inch or two before touching her as I reach over her shoulder and place one hand on the wall while the other moves down her side to her hip.
“I said get out.” She tries to sound tough, to give a biting edge to her tone, but it doesn’t work.
This little bit, caging her in, is enough to turn her on, to take over her body just like she takes over mine.
I’m breaking her down. Little by little.
“Not leaving. The scent of warm, wet kitty is one fucking strong aphrodisiac, and I want to play.”
She shoves her elbow back into my ribs, making me flinch but not hurting. “Idiot.”
I let out a chuckle as I brush her hair away from her neck. She’s more worried about being caught fooling around than me touching her, teasing her, making her come.
“When my cock is finally inside you, that’s when you’ll get it. After that, no one else will be able to satisfy you. It’ll be me and my cock you’ll crave. Once inside, you’ll never want me to leave.”
Her fingers flex against the tile and she lets out a whimper, her hips rotating.
I groan, staring down at the drop of precome, spreading it across her back. “A little more of that, and I’ll empty my balls all over you.”
Her breath comes out in pants as I rock into her, one hand on her hip, drowning in the friction of her skin on my dick. I snake my hand around her waist and down, slipping them between her * lips, finding her clit and grinding down on it.
She lets out a gasp and a strained moan.
“No. No, no, no.” She shakes her head and grabs hold of the shower curtain, yanking it open.
I don’t even have time to grab her before she picks up her towels and runs out of the bathroom.
The warm spray of water falls on me as the door to her room slams shut.
She left before I could tease her any more, before I could make her come, make us both come. Now, I’m left in a fucking state with my cock ready to burst.
The music stops, but no new song begins.
I’ll give her a new sound for her playlist.
The tip of my dick is wet. Wet enough that I don’t need to reach for the soap. I palm the head, smearing all that precome around. Once my hand is nice and wet, I slide it across the top of my hard-on, around, squeezing tight.