I nodded, scooting to stand by the door so I was leaning on the edge of it. He crossed the trailer and took a seat on the couch next to Cola who patiently observed both of us curiously.
As I moved to close the door, I paused just short of clicking it shut, being sure to leave a crack open. If I had a peep show earlier, then didn’t Josh deserve one, too?
Chapter 4
Josh
She saw me masturbating. I was almost certain of it. From the rosy blush that heated her cheeks to her tight nipples and Freudian slip with that beat off comment. She’d seen me choking my cock in my fist. Thank God she couldn’t see all the vile things running through my mind about her while I was masturbating. All the positions I’d put her in… her pouty mouth calling me Mr. Murphy.
I glanced at the bathroom door, noticing she didn’t quite shut it all the way. I stood slowly, carefully making my way over there to see if that was an accident or not. Or maybe she needed me to shut it for her.
Through the slim crack in the door, I saw her back muscles tighten and flex as she pulled her shirt overhead. I swallowed my groan. Please turn around, I inwardly begged, desperately wanting to see those breasts of hers. I could almost make them out earlier as they strained against her tight white t-shirt, wet from the coffee she’d spilled on herself.
Fuck me. I’d just finished getting myself off and here I was, rock hard yet again. Thanks to my gorgeous dog walker. I was going to hell. Or going to get sued. Not sure which… maybe both.
She turned her face just the slightest bit so that I had a side view of her smirk. You little tease, I thought. She knew just what she was doing, leaving that door cracked open. Lust tore through my body. She wanted me. She wanted this. But I didn’t just want her body once for carnal pleasure. I wanted her … forever. I wanted Chelsea to be mine.
As she bent, she popped the button of those inappropriately tight shorts—I swore, she dressed like this just to drive me wild—and slid them down over her slim legs. With her hands near her ankles, kicking away her shorts, she gave me the most delicious view of her sweet, juicy ass. And the twist of her spine also offered me a side view of her perky, way-too-young-for-me tits.
Even though the door was only cracked an inch, it was enough to see as she looked over her shoulder and met my eyes. Every ounce of air punched out of my lungs as those whiskey-brown eyes found mine and she lifted her hand and crooked her finger at me—summoning me with a curl of her index finger.
Like a bee to pollen, I was drawn to her. I crossed closer to the bathroom. “You okay in there?” I asked through the crack in the door and fuck if my voice wasn’t raspy.
“I’m good,” she said and with her outstretched leg, used her toe to open the door wider. “A little lonely, maybe.”
And there she was, standing in front of me in full, glorious nudity. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
I took another step closer, not quite entering the bathroom yet. “What were you really doing outside my window?” I asked.
She gulped, and I could see her delicate throat move with the swallow. I wanted to see that throat exposed to me like an offering. I wanted to explore every dip and curve of her body with my tongue… starting with that neck. “That’s the question you want to ask… while I’m standing naked in front of you?”
A nod was my only answer.
She glanced to the side, her bravado melting into a more nervous energy. Her sexy thighs rubbed together as her weight shifted back and forth and she moved to cover her breasts with her hand. I caught her wrist gently and moved it back down to her side. Oh, no sweetheart. You started this game. You wanted my attention? You got it.
“I—I heard a noise,” she admitted.
My eyes narrowed. “What sort of noise?” I leaned in closer, starving for just one taste of that mouth of hers.
Her nipples puckered—they were tight, small nubs, and I was entirely wrong—they weren’t rosy pink or a light tan. They were the most beautiful dark tan and begged to be licked and sucked.
“I heard my name… and groaning.” Her eyes cut to my dick, now pressing painfully into the zipper of my jeans.
“And what did you see?” Just say it. Say it, Chelsea.
She reached out, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my jeans, and tugged me into the bathroom, pulling me flush against her bare body. Those perfect nipples brushed my bare chest. “Why don’t I show you, instead?” Her palm slid to my hard cock, and she stroked me from root to tip through my jeans.
Fuck me. Her touch was heaven.
But even still, I was the king of control, and she wasn’t going to win this game. That’s exactly what this was now… a game. Play time. She tilted her chin, offering her lips to me. “Please, Josh,” she whispered, her eyes wet as she blinked up at me.
It wasn’t the right name. Not what she’d been calling me for weeks. “Just this once,” she whispered.
My hands grasped her bare hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. That control I just boasted about frayed, just the tiniest bit, as a snarl escaped my mouth.
I brought my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and her tongue immediately explored mine. I’d waited for this for two long weeks. Two damn weeks I longed for her mouth, her skin, her touch, wanting to sink inside of her and stay there. But there was one thing she was wrong about—it was not going to be just this one time. No way in hell.
Chapter 5
Chelsea
“You watched me,” he said, his voice so deep, as he pulled away from our kiss.
I nodded and his fingers found my nipple, pinching hard. I jerked at the sudden, sharp movement that quickly melted into a hunger for more.
“A nod isn’t an answer, Chelsea,” he stated.
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, who?”
I had to stop the smirk from lifting my mouth. I knew what he wanted to be called. What he wanted to hear from me. This was the fun. The game. And he was good at the game, I could tell. His expression was so stern—a scowl set the hard lines of his face. If not for his hard cock still in my palm with only a layer of denim separating us, I wouldn’t have known he was still playing. “Yes… Josh.”
His hands squeezed tighter at my hips, and he lowered his lips to my ear, scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin there. My head spun, and I could barely think clearly with how completely turned on I was. “One more try, Chelsea.”
The steam from the shower filled the room around us, and beads of moisture were clinging to my bare flesh. It wasn’t fair that I was naked and he wasn’t. “Yes… Mr. Murphy,” I said.
His eyes darkened, and with a growl, he tugged me into him, ravaging my mouth. His teeth sank into my lower lip before nibbling down my neck.
His thick fingers found my folds, wedging against my slick entrance. Every muscle in my body was rigid against his touch. Primed and ready for the climax. I was so ready for it, like electricity was coursing through my veins rather than blood. I pulsed my hips, grinding into his fingers, aching for more.
“Nu-uh,” he tutted, pulling his fingers away as I whimpered, falling into a puddle in his arms.