“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “Look at you. Dripping already and I haven’t even touched you.” He stroked faster, the wet sounds louder now. “Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread those legs for me.”
I obeyed like my body belonged to him already. I turned, pressed my palms flat against the cool hallway wall, and widened my stance. The position left me completely exposed—ass out, thighs open, everything on display.
I heard the soft click of the bathroom door opening fully. Footsteps. Then the heat of his body was right behind me. Not touching yet. Just close enough that I could feel the damp warmth radiating off his skin and smell the clean soap and pure male musk of him.
His voice was a dark rasp right against the back of my neck.
“You’ve been such a good little sister, haven’t you? Sit
