Take Me (Take Me 1)

The towel around his waist did nothing to conceal his enormous erection. Patting the tile surrounding the tub, not knowing whether she was being foolish or brave, Lily said, “There’s enough room for both of us in here. Besides,” she said, dropping her eyes to hide her lie, “I trust you to honor our agreement.”

Travis ripped the towel from around his waist and Lily got an eyeful of his glorious c**k before he climbed into the opposite end of the whirlpool tub, the hair on his legs tickling the skin on the outsides of her thighs as he stretched his legs out around her hips. Lily pulled in her legs just enough that her knees crested at the top of the water, anything to get away from Travis’s heat.

Every nerve ending in Lily’s body was on fire. Every part of her begged to touch him. She wanted to feel the hot length of his shaft in her hands. Against her lips. In her pu**y.

It took every ounce of strength not to straddle him in the tub. She was already so wet, so ready for him, that she knew how easily he would slide deep, so deep, into her slickness. Her muscles contracted at the thought. Too tired to fight her arousal any longer, and knowing that she’d never be able to relax or sleep again until she relieved her intense arousal, Lily let her hand drift under the bubbles.

Gently, she touched herself between her legs, pushing one finger inside. Slick fluid coated her finger, and her vagina clenched, disappointed that the slim digit wasn’t nine hot inches.

Lily could hear Travis’s breath coming out in short, loud puffs, and it excited her even more. I’m getting to him, she thought with satisfaction. I’m driving him crazy.

Not only did she desperately want to make him suffer, but God almighty did she need to come, or she was going to go crazy herself. Feeling deliciously naughty, instead of pulling her hand away from her mons and putting it back on the tile rim of the large tub, she allowed her hips to settle firmly against Travis’s calves and rubbed small, firm circles against her clit. From beneath her half-closed eyes she could see Travis watching her br**sts as they floated on the surface of the water, her ni**les appearing above the water, then moving below again.

“What the hell are you doing?” Travis growled.

Not stopping the movement of her hand on her clit, Lily opened her eyes wide, giving Travis her most innocent look. “Taking a bath,” she replied, knowing that he had begun to watch her hand under the bubbles as she swirled the moist and swollen nub between her legs.

Feeling incredibly bold, she turned the question on him. “What are you doing?”

Travis pierced her with his green eyes. “Watching you masturbate, I think.”

Lily’s hand stilled at his audacious words. How could she continue like this? Lily Ellis wasn’t a bad girl!

She was a good girl who masturbated in the privacy of her own bathroom, not in front of a virile man sharing a tub.

But the hunger in Travis’s eyes told her she was doing everything just right, and somehow, Lily managed to stay the course, never forgetting for a moment that it was imperative to make herself come like a rocket while leaving Travis high and dry.

Lily shifted to let her br**sts surface again. “If you had gotten me my own room, we wouldn’t have this problem. I would have been able to masturbate in the privacy of my own bath, as often as I felt like it.”

A choking sound emerged from deep in Travis’s chest.

“You can leave if it’s making you uncomfortable,” she offered, knowing that a thousand horses couldn’t drag Travis from the tub.

“I don’t think so,” he said with a grin, which seemed a tad forced. She wondered what it cost him to stay on his side of the tub, when she knew he desperately wanted to suck on her ni**les.

“I’m happy to sit back and enjoy the show,” he added. “Unless, of course, you need some help.”

Lily smiled a purely feminine smile, even as she admired his bravado. “Now, Travis, you know that would be a strict breach of our agreement. Besides,” she added, “I can take perfectly good care of myself.”

With that she closed her eyes and spread her legs farther. She heard Travis switch off the jets. Knowing that he would be able to see everything she did to herself only made her wetter. She brought one hand up to fondle her br**sts while the other swirled her increasingly sensitive clit.

She had dreamed of Travis watching her touch herself, but knowing that he was in the room with her, smelling his essence was driving her positively insane. I’m in a bathtub with Travis, she marveled and the thought was so wicked, so delicious, that a wide smile curved across her lips.

Her womb felt heavy and thick, as if all the blood in her body was pooling between her legs. Spreading her legs even wider, she slid down another inch in the tub to give her fingers better access. She slipped them between her slick folds, past the tight entrance. She was incredibly aroused by Travis’s eyes on her, the pressure of his thighs and calves against her hips.

Her finger swirled in tighter and tighter circles, and she was about to open her eyes, to watch Travis’s face while she came just inches from him, when the water rippled across her br**sts and her eyes shot open. Travis was moving toward her, one hand reaching for her, the other pumping up and down on his shaft.

“Oh God, Lily, you’ve got to let me…”

Lily desperately wanted Travis to touch her, to run his tongue over her ni**les, to slip a finger into her.

But, much to her surprise, in that crucial moment, even more than she wanted him to give her sweet release, she wanted to see him beg.

Lily needed to see Travis suffer for wanting her like she had suffered for wanting him all these years.

Mustering up the courage of her own no-longer-latent sex goddess within, she put her foot in the middle of his belly, directly above the throbbing head of his glorious cock. “Stay over there,” she said as she pushed him back into the water with a splash.

His face was a picture of surprise, much like it had been in the airplane bathroom, and Lily had to swallow a giggle. It was time to finish what she started. Settling back against the edge of the tub, she stretched one leg out until the arch of her foot was pressed against the long, thick length of Travis’s cock.

Pulling up the knee of her other leg, opening herself wide to Travis’s astonished glance, she rubbed herself while gently rubbing her toes against the head of his shaft.

The heavy silence in the room was broken only by the sound of the water lapping against porcelain and their heavy breathing. Lily looked away from Travis’s mesmerizing eyes and focused on his penis, so glorious even underwater, velvety soft against the sensitive skin on the bottom of her foot.