She sinks down onto her knees in my mind and takes me in her hand, and I’m imagining her stroking me, her cupping my balls, giving them a little, careful squeeze, before she takes the tip of my cock into her mouth and starts to suck. I’ve lost the point of taking a shower completely, and unless Riley wakes up crying or the water somehow cuts out, I don’t think I stand a chance of stopping until I get off. I imagine Lara taking more and more of me into her mouth, looking up at me from on her knees, starting to get into it herself.
I imagine her moaning around my cock, and if there wasn’t a wall for me to lean against I might end up falling on my ass. The thought of Lara working me with her mouth and hands, doing it eagerly, and what that would look like is almost enough to make me come instantly. I both do and don’t want to keep going. It feels good, like jerking off always does, but I know I should just take care of business and have done with it. I think of what it would be like to carefully push her away and then lift her back onto her feet, to push her down onto the bed and start touching her myself, rubbing her.
I think about Lara moaning and writhing underneath me, think about what it would be like to get her just as hot as I am and then finally, finally, feel what it’s like to slowly slide into her one more time. In my mind she’s soaking wet and hot and just as tight as ever, wrapping around my cock like a glove, moaning as she takes every inch.
Before I know it, I’m right on the edge of climax, working my erection with my hand and a little more soap to keep things slippery, and I sink down onto my knees, groaning again and again as I imagine coming inside of Lara. One shock of pleasure after another wash through me and I’m not even thinking about the fact that I’m in the bathroom jerking myself off, thinking of my sister-in-law. After a few minutes I come back to myself, still panting a little bit from the force of my climax, my cock finally softening.
At least there’s no evidence to get rid of, I think as I slowly get back onto my feet to finish my shower. The water pouring from overhead has washed any traces of what I’ve done down the drain.
Chapter Seventeen
Lara
I’ve finally managed to get Riley to go to sleep by the time Ethan comes over to pick her up. It’s not the best timing, but considering how incredibly stressful the day has been, I care less about messing up her sleep schedule than I do about her getting some sleep.
I’d managed to leave a note on the door for Ethan in the midst of trying to deal with Riley as she screamed and wailed and cried from the discomfort of teething, telling him not to knock, just to come straight in, because I was trying to keep Riley asleep. Thank God, he stops to read the note and manages to step into my apartment as silently as possible, and Riley only stirs a little bit before curling up tighter in her playpen and falling back into a deep sleep.
“Tough day, Lara?”
I nod, sitting down at the kitchen table. Ethan smiles wryly at me.
“I remember Alexis saying teething was the worst,” he says.
“If I’d had any idea how bad it could get…” I shake my head. But no matter how miserable dealing with Riley while she’s teething is, I have to admit that overall I wouldn’t trade taking care of her for anything else in the world. It’s been five months since we’ve started the system of taking care of her on different days, and every day that I see Riley just seems to make me love her more, even if she’s completely and totally exhausting.
“Alexis said that a few times, too,” Ethan tells me with a quiet chuckle. “The first time Riley kept her up all night, the next morning she told me it was my fault completely.”
I snort at that. It’s easy to imagine my sister irritably telling her husband that it’s his fault she had to stay up all night with the baby, not because of any kind of neglect on his part, but because he got her pregnant in the first place.
“I’m sorry I don’t have dinner ready,” I say.
Ethan shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he says.
“I’m going to be up all night making up work I missed,” I say, and close my eyes. “I’d better put the coffee on.”
“Let me do it, and I’ll order you something to eat. How about that?”
I’m shocked at how sweet Ethan is being. Ever since we had our argument about things between me and him, him and Alexis, and me and Alexis, it’s been a little strained. But I have to admit that I’m sort of relieved we had the talk anyway.
“That would be amazing,” I say, scrubbing at my face with my fingertips. “God, I just hope Riley stays asleep for you. She’s been a little monster all day.”
“Yeah, the first time she went through teething, it was miserable,” Ethan says.
“I bet,” I say, shaking my head again. I open my eyes and see him tapping through his phone, looking up something.
“Order whatever you want, I already put in your address,” he says, handing the phone to me. He’s pulled up GrubHub, and I look through the different restaurants that are in my area. I decide after a few minutes to order myself some Indian food.
“Do you want to eat with me? It’ll save you some time tonight after you get home,” I point out.
