The water comes on in the bathroom, and I look up to find that just as I suspected, I can clearly see the outline of Hook’s naked body as he steps beneath the spray and tilts his head back.
Holy shit.
I’ve seen him naked before. Impossible to participate in the Underworld’s public activities without seeing others naked. It’s different now. There’s no one else here. He’s putting on this show for me and me alone.
I bite my bottom lip as I watch him soap himself up, running his hands over his body in slow, methodical motions. All the fear and frustration and turmoil of the last couple days switches to pure lust as he takes his cock in his fist and gives himself a rough stroke. I don’t have to see the minute details to know exactly what it looks like. Long and thick and perfect for the rough kind of fucking I crave.
My body goes tight and hot, and I press my thighs together. It doesn’t relieve the feeling. It only makes it worse. He’s teasing me on purpose, hoping to stoke me into a lust-fueled frenzy that ends with me on my knees and begging. Depriving myself would only give him what he wants, right? The logic is hazy at best, but I kick off my heels and shift back farther onto the bed. Before I can think of all the reasons this is a terrible idea, I drag my dress up and delve a hand into my panties.
I circle my clit in time to Hook’s strokes, each touch sending my pleasure spiking higher. The fact that it feels absolutely forbidden to be doing this while he’s jacking his hand half a room away only makes it hotter.
“Tatiana.”
I jump and press hard against my clit. I have to fight back a moan, but my voice comes out breathy when I answer. “What?”
“If I walk in there right now, am I going to find your hand in your panties?”
I start circling again. His pleasure-roughened voice only pushes me closer to orgasm. “Yes.”
His curse makes me smile, just a little bit. Hook is so much, all the time. It can be frustrating as hell, but he’s not one to play games and pretend disinterest. He wants to fuck me, and he’s not shy about letting me know.
He turns and braces a hand against the glass, a perfect imprint of five fingers and his palm. With his other hand, he resumes stroking his cock. “Always the dirty girl. Always fucking teasing me.”
Suddenly, my fingers aren’t enough. I want more. Goddamn it, I want him, and I hate myself for it as much as I hate him for making me feel this way. I try to pull back, but I’m too close. My body has a mind of its own now, my hips rising to press against my fingers. A moan remains trapped on the inside of my lips through sheer force of will.
“Get that pretty pussy of yours ready, Tatiana.” He growls my name and, for the first time, it doesn’t make my chest tighten. It sounds sexy and forbidden and, holy fuck, what is he doing to me? We’re not even in the same room, not really, but it feels like he’s whispering directly into my ear. He curses. “Come for me, beautiful girl. Take the edge off so I can take care of you tonight.”
I come before I can stop myself, responding to the rising desire as much as to his rough words. I watch helplessly as he follows, his strokes becoming rougher as he finishes with a muttered curse I can’t quite make out.
I barely get my hand out of my panties before he shuts off the shower and walks in the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He hasn’t bothered to dry off and water drips down his chest in tiny rivulets that are the most tempting kind of invitation. If he was a different person, if we were in a different situation, I’d want to trace those same pathways with my tongue.
The look he gives my bare legs sends heat bolting to my core despite my orgasm. Hook’s one of the only people who knew me when my body was considered “ideal” by society’s standards. I gave that shit up a long time ago in my quest for me. I don’t care what he thinks of my abundant curves and softness.
Except the way his eyes get hot and he licks his lips is really, really hot. Knowing it’s because he likes what he sees … I’m not immune.
I’m an asshole in my own right, because I use a single finger to drag my panties to the side and let him see the mess I made of myself.
He moves a step closer and then another, his gaze glued to my pussy. A quick glance at my face and he kneels at the edge of the bed. “Tell me your safe word, Tatiana.”