Australian Obsession

by Flora Ferrari

  “We should probably grab showers.” His voice sounds even smokier than normal as he pulls his shirt up and over his head from across the room.

  He hasn’t flipped on a light yet and the sight of the lights from the city illuminating his inked body have me wanting us to shower together even more than before.

  “Yeah,” I say softly. “Good idea.”

  “There are towels in there.”

  How about some help? How about you pat me dry? And how about you run your hands all over my body first, cleaning me?

  “Thanks.”

  I move to the bathroom and can’t help but inspect his medicine cabinet. Nothing more than the bare essentials are there. He could certainly use a woman’s touch in here.

  I slide out of my clothes and into the shower, turning the water on. It’s warm almost instantly, a far cry from what I’m used to.

  He has a switch where you can alternate from the overhead square showerhead and the one on the wall which is attached to a hose…not to mention the water pressure is very good here. Tempting.

  The last thing I want him to hear is me screaming his name, when he’s ten feet away. It’s oh so close and oh so far at the same time.

  What I did like hearing were his neighbor’s words. That guy sounded genuinely surprised that he saw a woman entering his apartment. His social media accounts never mention a girlfriend, nor does he have pictures with anyone. Even when he takes pictures at night there always seems to be a group of people. I do notice a lot of women trying to get close to him in pictures, but a lot of guys seem to as well. He just has that magnetic personality that draws in everyone. I saw it so many times today.

  And I bet those two women in the swimsuit shop at the pool saw just how happy I was when he couldn’t take his eyes off me, despite two girls who most guys would die for begging for even an ounce of his attention.

  I try and clean up as quickly as I can. One, I know he’s waiting. Two, I want to get back to him as soon as possible. If my brother does come home he’ll surely knock, and I don’t want to be caught off guard, or caught in his shower. The neighbor guy thinks he won’t be back soon, but I know my brother. When he gets angry he usually goes out and gets some air and is back to his “safe place” pretty fast.

  My safe place today was most definitely in Lachlan’s arms.

  I finish up and get dried off as quickly as I can before remembering that I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me into the shower. Wait…I didn’t bring clothes at all. They’re over at Eric’s place. Lachlan will surely think I’m messing with him, trying to get him hard and fired up. Then again he sure didn’t need help in that department at all today. Feeling his thick, long rod pressed up against me on the Harbour Bridge was a very pleasant surprise. Feeling it underwater as he pulled my body back into him, holding me against his sculpted body was something else entirely.

  I could have pulled that string on his shorts and hooked a finger into my swimsuit bottom and easily rode him right there, saltwater be damned.

  But I didn’t, and now I’m regretting it.

  I step out into the hallway and the second my eyes find him I see he’s already locked onto me.

  “I forgot my clothes,” I say, standing there feeling the heat from his gaze practically lighting my towel on fire, removing it from my body.

  “In the bedroom. There are T-shirts, boxer briefs, sweatpants…that kind of thing,” he says. His hand goes up as he points across the room, but his gaze stays fixed on me. I tiptoe across the hardwood floor, another amenity my brother’s apartment doesn’t have, in that direction.

  I don’t stare at him, not wanting to poke a sleeping bear. And a bear has been a pretty accurate description for him numerous times today.

  Every time someone so much as looked at me he seemed to make his already big body even bigger and grumbled at them. The only difference is that every single guy showed fear, but he didn’t go running after them. He was more focused on maximizing our time together.

  I feel his eyes follow me as I move toward his bedroom. The door is wide open and faces out into the living room. I know he’s still watching me so I turn my knees so I don’t give him an up-towel shot of my pussy…my very wet pussy despite having just dried off my entire body.

  He slowly raises from the soft, suede couch I’m very definitely looking forward to falling into as soon as I get dressed, and makes his way to the bathroom.

  “Bottom drawers,” he says over his shoulder, his voice wavering just a bit as if he doesn’t trust himself to come into the bedroom and show me for himself.

  I pull out the lowest drawer and get to work on finding something to wear.

  The man has twice as many pairs of underwear as I do panties, but he’s not a metrosexual. They’re all from brands that I recognize to be his sponsors. The man is literally making money every morning the minute he slides into his underwear. Sounds like a nice gig, if you can get it.

  But from the looks of his underwear it looks like he needs some new pairs. The material is very soft, nice, and new, but the cock pockets on each one seem pretty stretched. Am I imagining things?

  The size of the underwear looks fine. It’s not like he’s buying underwear that’s too small or anything. He’s got the size right, it’s just the cock pocket doesn’t seem to be doing a good job of containing him.

  This is actually going to come in handy. I pull out a pair and slide them on, letting them ride low. The last thing I need right now is for them to come into contact with my pussy, which is already a bit damp just at the thought of his manhood.

  I shut the drawer and search for a T-shirt. He’s got so many, again all branded by the companies that pay him.

  I grab a couple and look for a mirror in his room but find none. Of course. He’s a guy who spends more time in the ocean and on the back of a motorcycle than anywhere else. The guy doesn’t care about how he looks, which is exactly why he looks so confidently, manly, and absolutely incredible.

  I remember a mirror right in the entryway to his apartment so I quickly make my way there. I look into the hallway to make sure he’s not there and take off my towel and try on a couple of the shirts.

  He’s got a blue one that fits me really well and matches my eyes, but not the pair of boxer briefs that I picked out.

  I take another look at myself in the mirror, checking everything. God, my nipples are so hard and popping right through the shirt, but oh well I guess. I’ve only got a week to make this happen. There’s no point in holding back now.

  I move back to the bedroom and spot a pair of underwear that should match.

  I quickly slide out of the pair I have on, but in doing so I lose my balance.

  My hand comes down bracing me so I don’t fall on the floor, but I’m so off balance I have to lower myself down.

  What a klutz.

  I slide out of his underwear and go to put on the other pair.

  I hear the sound of air being sucked in quickly past a pair of lips and turn to see him standing right there in the living room, not ten feet from me staring at my exposed ass.

  And I’m bent over too so he can see…everything.

  CHAPTER 10

  Lachlan

  I took a shower as fast as I could so she wouldn’t think I was pleasuring myself. I know she felt my erection rubbing up on her all day and surely she thought I’d need relief.

  I do, but it’s not relief I need…it’s her. And I’m not about to waste it in the shower. I need it inside her, filling her, making her mine.

  I shut off the water and quickly pat myself down, wrapping a towel around my waist as I step into the hallway.

  I make sure it’s tight and then I look up and freeze, breathing in a sharp breath as I see her in my bedroom, bent over.

  Her ass is up like she’s ready to be taken and I can see her pussy, already wet as she’s bent over searching through my drawers.

  My cock hardens completely before her head even snaps back.

  She quickly
reaches for a pair of my underwear.

  “Don’t,” I command, and her body jerks, but she doesn’t move out of position.

  I glide across the hardwood floors toward her, my eyes rotating from her ass to her pussy and back to her eyes, which are locked on mine.

  She looks scared, nervous, but her glistening pussy tells me she’s equally as turned on.

  I move in right behind her and slide into position, my hands finding her waist as my dick knives through her legs, the towel the only thing between us.

  “You weren’t going to put my boxers on while you were still wet were you?”

  She shakes her head.

  “Answer me,” I say, my hand finding her hair as I tug it back slightly toward me. The animal inside me that I’d managed to keep caged all day is completely loose and there’s no stopping me now. I couldn’t if I tried.

  “No,” she whimpers.

  “But you were thinking about it, weren’t you, you naughty girl?”

  She shakes her head.

  “Tell me. Tell me what you were going to be a bad girl.”

  “I almost made a mistake…but you caught me.”

  “Did you learn your lesson, or do you need to be punished so you’ll be sure to remember?” I grit my teeth I swear I could explode right now.

  I can feel her skin heating underneath my grip and her pupils dilate. She’s still bent over, her ass up in the air right in the position where if this towel “accidently” slipped, I could slip my dick right into those slick folds of hers, sliding into her channel.

  “I might be bad again if you don’t make sure I remember.”

  “So you need to be punished?” I growl.

  “Yes,” she mewls.

  I rotate my right hip back, but keep the front side of my left groin connected to her body as I raise my right hand in the air.

  “This might sting a bit…but you also might like it.”

  I bring my hand down firmly on her cheek and her body thrusts forward as she exhales hard, her eyes closing.

  “I’ve been so bad. More than you know. I need to be punished.”

  “Good, because I need to punish you.”

  I raise my hand and bring it back down again, this time gripping her globe hard like I’m palming a basketball. I knead her ass meat with my fingers, feeling that perfect apple shaped ass in my hands and knowing that I’m not going to be able to stop at just this.

  I spank her again, this time sending a ripple through her ass. Watching that perfectly shaped booty shake makes me want to drop to my knees and eat her peach.

  Not yet.

  I spank her again, but this time she moans out. I jerk back her hair, reining her in. She grits her teeth and moans hard, nearly a growl.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “So good. It hurts so good,” she says.

  “You ready for more?” I say, knowing I’m near my breaking point.

  “Yes. Harder.”

  “Well then why don’t we make good use of that underwear then?” I release her locks and lean in, my hip pressing harder against her body. She tightens her legs so I don’t send her falling face first into my drawer as I reach for a pair, bringing it up to her mouth.

  Her head closes the short gap, taking the underwear in her teeth as my hand slides back into her hair.

  “Bite down hard, baby, and let me know with your screams when I’ve got it just right.”

  She nods and I slap her ass good. The muffled sound of her scream, swallowed up by the cotton in her mouth, is erotic as fuck and I’m so close to losing it.

  I spank her again and again as she alternates between screams and moans, letting me know I’ve found the right level. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt her, and I never will. But do I ever want to make her feel alive.

  I spank her again, and as I raise my hand I see my entire hand print. When I come down the next time I do so a few inches over, making sure not to hit the same spot.

  I want her to feel this everywhere and as her neck jerks forward and she moans into my boxers, I know I’m giving her exactly what she wants.

  But as I continue I know I’m getting dangerously close to getting what I need, my release from all the pent up sexual energy from today.

  I spank her again and again and I can’t take it anymore.

  I drop to my knees and my face dives in between her legs. I make the end of my tongue into a point and stick it right into her hole.

  Her hands come up and she presses them hard into the dresser, giving her leverage so she can push her ass back into my face.

  Just what I want.

  I lick straight up and down her folds, parting her labia before flicking her clit wildly.

  “Lachlan!”

  Hearing her cry out my name makes me grab my towel and rip the fucker off like I’m a superhero pulling out a cape. And superhuman is exactly how she’s made me feel all damn day.

  My arm carries through the motion and I toss the towel to the side, my dick pointing skyward as I feast on her pussy.

  I slide two fingers in her channel and move my head sideways so I can get the angle I need to give her clit all the attention it deserves.

  “Oh fuck, Lachlan. I’m gone come on your face!” she cries out, causing me to lose it.

  I explode, painting the underside of her stomach with my hot come as her body jerks and she unloads on my face, my tongue rolled out like a red carpet to welcome the arrival of her gift.

  My tongue goes spastic as her body spasms and my dick continues to unload burst after burst as I clean her cunt with kisses, sucks, and long, flat licks.

  Her body jerks again and again, every muscle tight until suddenly she goes limp.

  I grab the sides of her legs and lower her down to the floor with me, just as three loud, angry knocks have my front door rattling on its hinges.

  CHAPTER 11

  Elena

  My body just went from completely tense to completely relaxed in under a second and now I’m right back to tense, but in a much different way.

  The flight or fight response hits me hard and I rise to my feet, Lachlan doing the same.

  “Take a shower. I’ll distract him. Here,” he says, sliding me a pair of thick socks that look like they’re used for snowboarding.

  I put them on and quietly move through the living room, and past the door. My body jerks again and I almost come off the ground when my brother’s voice booms out, “I know you’re in there, Elena!”

  “I’m coming, man,” Lachlan says from the bedroom. “Relax, man.”

  I stiffen my neck muscles as I smile, looking back over my shoulder at him as he’s getting dressed.

  Once I’m in the bathroom, I turn on the water slowly so it’s not so obvious that I just turned it on. I’m hoping when the door opens he hears how light it is and won’t be able to guess how long it’s been running.

  Even through the closed bathroom door I hear Lachlan walking through the apartment and his masculine voice, as he opens the door and says, “ Hey, man. How was your day?”

  “Don’t give me that shit. Where’s my sister?”

  My body tenses even more as I squeeze the bar of soap tight in front of my chest.

  “She’s taking a shower. We were at Icebergs and just got back. Your door was locked. What did you want me to do, let her sit here on my couch and catch a cold? Leave her here covered in saltwater all soggy?”

  I hear feet and then there’s pounding on the bathroom door. “Sis!” It’s not a question.

  “What do you want?” I say, my anger obvious. He’s being a dick and I’m not going to let him get away with it. Equally as important I’m not going to act nervous, which would only tell him what he thinks happened, did happen…or at least something like it.

  “I need to talk to you.”

  “Talk then,” I demand, calling his bluff.

  “At our place.”

  “You mean your place.”

  “The place where you’re staying.”

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nbsp; “I’m staying where I choose. I came here on vacation and to be honest I don’t even get the vibe that you want me over there.”

  “Where else are you going to stay then?”