Always Fraser by A. Steel (electronic reader .txt) 📕

it's put me in a bad mood now. “I need a shower, can I grab a towel?” I ask, standing with hands folded, waiting for him to open his front door.

“Go get in. I’ll bring one in to you.”

“What about Blake?”

"He's not joining us in the shower, Elly."

"Not what I meant. Won't he be around, you know?"

He opens the front door and walks in the house. “Looks like he’s not here. His car wasn’t out the front, so we don’t need to worry about him. Go run the shower, I’ll be there in a sec.”

Shit, is he planning on showering with me? He’s so comfortable with himself. He doesn't care who sees him doing what! I guess it’s because he's so experienced. He’s probably had thousands of showers with other girls, probably in this shower. Elly, don’t let your mind go there. Now I’m imagining him with other girls in all sorts of positions. Damn it! Stop, thought train, before you derail me.

Why am I so insecure when it comes to him? I guess I’ve only been with him and Jessie. And Jessie was kind of vanilla when it came to sex. We would never take a shower together, or do anything outside of the bed, for that matter. With Jessie, it was straight-up vanilla sex. Four different positions, that was it, and very rarely oral sex. I mean, he would expect me to give him head occasionally, but sex with him was all about him. Normally, when he felt like it. If I’m honest, I didn’t have much of a sex drive with him at all, so I just kind of did it when he wanted to shut him up. To keep him happy. It was never anything great, so why would I want to go back regularly. Probably explains why he cheated on me in the end.

Fraser and Blake’s bathroom is modern, probably been updated recently. With large polished concrete-look grey tiles on the floor and up the walls. It's dark and moody. The shower is one of those modern ones with just the panel of glass partitioning it off from the rest of the room with a massive waterfall showerhead. I turn on the faucet and hop under the warm water as steam fills the air. The water hitting my back slowly warms me up. It feels so good. I need one of these showerheads in my life. It's amazing.

I start to lather up the soap and wash my body. Fraser walks in the room, completely naked, holding two towels that he drops on the countertop, and walks straight into the shower. Like he’s done this routine a hundred times before. I’m so new at this. I don't even know where to stand. With his massive frame, there's no way we’ll both fit in here. I mean, it's a biggish shower, but how do you shower at the same time as someone else?

“I’m done. I can get out if you like so you can shower?” I offer.

“That seems like a bad idea, gorgeous. I was hoping you might like to show me what you like to do in one of these long showers you take.”

“You mean you want me to...?” I can't even say it out loud. Does he want me to touch myself?

“You know what I want, Elly, for you to show me how you get yourself off. I want to watch you.”

Oh my god, he’s serious. I can feel my face blushing just at the thought of what he is asking me to do. Okay, Elly, pull yourself together, you can do this. It's not like I don’t pleasure myself sometimes, I just haven’t had an audience before.

I lean up against the cold tile wall and slowly run my hand down my tummy, over my landing strip to my clit, and start to circle. As I run my other hand up to my breast, slowly teasing my nipple. I’m rewarded with a low growl of appreciation from Fraser. He's watching my every move, his eyes dark and seductive with the promise of a naughty night to come. I feel a tingle of excitement at the thought.

“Good girl. Fuck, you look hot playing with yourself, Elly. I could watch you do this all day.” He grips his hard cock in his hand and slowly strokes as he watches me. His body is insane. I can see every ripple of muscle on his six-pack up to his broad shoulders. He has an intricate tattoo that crosses from one shoulder to the other.

This is the hottest thing I have ever done. I can't believe how turned on I am watching him watch me. I can feel how wet I am with my arousal practically running down my leg. So I move my hand between my legs, pushing two fingers in. Finger fucking myself as he continues to stroke his cock more aggressively now. I'm so sensitive after being on edge all week wanting him. I'm sure my body is going to explode at any second just from his gaze and my fingers sliding in and out.

"Fraser, this is so fucking hot." His eyes are fixed on me, watching my every move, and I can feel my climax building. I press my thumb back on my clit as it builds. I have to hold myself up against the shower wall to stop my legs from buckling beneath me as my orgasm rips through me and my body feels weak.

Fraser's eyes are still on me. He edges closer and I can tell he’s nearly there. His hand moving back and forth with hard and fast strokes until he lets go all over my stomach. The hot sticky liquid running down my front. His smile is pure satisfaction as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him. “That was so fucking hot, Elly. I knew you weren't the good little girl you pretend to be.”

“Maybe you just bring out my naughty side,” I purr.

“That's the aim, gorgeous, and there's going