Page 61 of False Start

Swiftly, I reached into my joggers, one palm wrapping around my aching cock as I suffocated the groan I wanted to let loose as soon as I was touching myself. I kept my eyes locked on what little of her I could see through the slot above the door hinges, pumping myself in long, slow strokes as my eyes feasted on the sight of her.

She wet her lips as one hand squeezed her breast hard, and then that foot that was dangling over the tub found purchase on the edge. She pressed her weight into it, bucking her hips until she was lifted out of the water.

And then her pussy was above the bubbles, above the water, pink and glistening as she ran her fingers in tight circles over her clit.

I bit down hard on my lip to keep silent, fucking my hand faster to match her rhythm. She found the friction she was looking for out of the water, and her thighs quaked as she circled her clit and let out a whimpering moan.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, so low it was barely a sound at all. I rolled my fist over my crown, flexing my hips into the touch as my breath grew shallower.

Madelyn’s face was red now from straining, and she lifted her hips as much as she could, the hand on her breast moving down between her legs. She let out a hot, short breath as she plunged one finger inside herself, and a searing fire licked along my spine at the sight.

She was fucking her fingers, writhing in that water and chasing a release. Her chest heaved with every breath, her wet hair stuck to her lips and neck as she worked. She moved those fingers over her clit faster and faster, and I stifled another grunt as I matched her pace with my climax within reach.

“Yes,” she whined, biting her lip. “Yes, Kyle.God,yes.”

“Oh, fuck,” I growled, and I knew it was loud enough for her to hear, but she didn’t stop. She bucked wilder, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I came, spraying the door with my release and curling my other hand into a fist to fight from making another fucking sound.

My release was short-lived, an explosion of pleasure and then a mind-numbing overdrive of sensation. I pulsed out the last of it, cursing when I saw the mess I’d made.

I needed to clean it up, but my selfish ass was too greedy.

I had to see her finish first.

I slowed my pace on my cock, shivering a bit when my fist covered the wet, sensitive tip as I brought my gaze back to Madelyn. She was close, her face beet red, legs trembling and breasts heaving with every ragged breath she took.

“Come on, baby,” I silently encouraged. “Let me see you come.”

As if she’d heard me, Madelyn went absolutely wild, touching herself with fervor as she writhed and bucked and moaned.

But then, she stopped.

Abruptly, she let herself fall back into the water, her hands flying up into her hair as she let out a frustrated groan.

I blinked, unsure of what was happening until she dragged those hands over her face and shook her head. She sank down into the water next, blowing bubbles underwater until she re-emerged and pushed her wet, copper locks back from her face.

Then, she was pulling the plug.

Fuck!

Hastily, I grabbed a tissue off the bedside table, cleaning my mess and my cock before I tucked it away again. I could hear Madelyn getting out of the bath as I silently tiptoed over to my key card and wallet before sneaking back out into the hallway.

I let out a loud breath of relief when I was outside, pressing my back to the wall and pinching the bridge of my nose.

“What the actualfuck, Kyle?”

I shook my head, sighing and looking up at the ceiling with my hand dropping down to slap against my thigh.

She said my name.

The memory of it made me close my eyes on another silent curse.

But then, my brain was hyper focused on the fact that she hadn’t come.

It was like shecouldn’t.

And it made me absolutely feral with the need to take over and prove I could get her there.

When I felt marginally put together again, I slid my key card over the sensor again, this time loudly announcing my presence as soon as I pushed through the door.