The only thing the world knew for sure was he was a hell of a businessman. No one knew shit else: was he a democrat or republican? Was he for equality for people of color or was he an Uncle Tom? Was he gay or was he straight? Did he like the Kings or was he a wack ass Cowboy fan?”
“People thought your dad was gay?”
I snorted. “The nigga was for sure gay. I’m reminded each time I go home—his house, not my mom’s.”
Her eyes grew wild. “Was that a problem for you?”
Sexuality was a sensitive subject for her. I grabbed her close to me again, disturbing the water. “What would have bothered me is if you had said you only wanted girls and not men. Then I couldn’t watch you orgasm on my dick earlier.”
Her lids shrank and eyes damn near rolled when my fingers reached between her hairy lips and rubbed. I kissed her open mouth softly before stopping.
I whispered, “Let’s get rinsed off.”
After cutting the jets and unlocking the stop, I stood, leaving the tub. I could feel my stiff cock bounce in the air with each step I took. With unbelievable patience, I waited for the shower water to heat, then called Tori over. She tried covering her globular breasts with her arm when traversing the bathroom. She hid her eyes, too. Instead of me panicking, I reminded myself of her newness to sensualism. It would take Tori time, possibly another sexual partner or two, to feel comfortable in her femininity.
I caged her once inside and behind the glass door. Tasting her, I drove myself crazy with holding back. I didn’t want to scare Tori. She was still new to this.
“Sit down.” I gestured to the bench on the side.
BSU rolled out the red carpet with architecture for staff and franchise athletes. I was confident Tori could request an apartment sooner in her college career than I was able to. She was that skilled.
I went to detach the one handheld showerhead from its hook and changed the setting to the strongest. With my legs, I spread her knees. “Look at me,” I tried controlling the groan in my demand.
I’d finally realized, even with tightly curled shoulders, slightly cut arms and thighs, KaToria McNabb was likely the sexiest woman I’d ever had.
And I haven’t exactly had her yet…
The moment the pulsating water hit her pussy, Tori tensed up. I had to open her thighs again. “Did that hurt?” She shook her head, tits heaving. “Just let it assault you,” I advised.
Slowly, she let up and allowed me to spread her thighs again, with ease this time. Her shoulders jolted, but not because she was ready to orgasm. It was because Tori didn’t know how to embrace pleasure. Not with me having this view of her. I leaned over her. A small part of me wondered if this juxtaposition reminded her of her torment as a kid. There was no fucking way I wanted to mirror shit that coward did to Tori. This was her birthday celebration. I wanted Tori to feel good and not used.
Her fist balled over the edge of the bench. Her teeth bit into her top lip and face tightened. With my free hand, I pinched then massaged her right nipple. Small grunts of pleasure escaped her throat. I could tell she tightened it to keep all sounds of pleasure—or from my perspective, affirmation—to herself. But I kept at it, occasionally kissing her, using my tongue.
Tori broke away from my mouth, still out of breath. “I don’t know what to do!” she whispered hard.
“You don’t have to do anything but tell me how you feel, especially if it doesn’t feel good.” I kissed her sweet lips again, curled over her sitting frame.
She shook her head adamantly, thighs shaking. “No. I need to do something to you, too.”
“No, you don’t, Nabby-girl.” I ran my tongue across her bottom lip. “This is all for you.”
“I want to touch you, too.” Her heavy eyes opened. “For me. I want to, Ashton.” Her eyes pointedly reached my standing dick, curled near her head.
I shook my head. As much as I lost my mind whenever Tori put her conversant mouth on my cock, I still wasn’t cool with it. I received pleasure seeing her pleasured.
“I won’t suck it,” she whispered, voice brittle. Desperate.
Before I could decide, her hands were on me. Softly, she stroked my shaft. My mind worked quickly and I reached back for my shampoo. I squirted