backed into the shower spray, tilting her head back.
“This dye is supposed to be permanent,
but I should be able to get the water molecules in it to cooperate and break it
down. Petra will be pissed when she finds out I took it out early. Took forever
to figure out how to get them to bind to my hair in the first place.”
Crossing his arms over his chest so that
he didn’t toss her on the floor and fuck her until he came seemed like a good
idea. “Good, I didn’t want to have to start calling you Ariel. I like Callie
better.”
She laughed and gave him a sexy grin.
“Hand me the shampoo.”
The bottle sat on a ledge behind her and
to the right. He got close enough to touch, but made sure to hold himself stiff
and away from her. If she wanted to play a game, he’d oblige her.
Until blue balls completely overrode his
sense.
He attempted to hand the bottle to her,
but she spun in place. “Will you help me? It’s hard to wash hair this long on
your own.”
Wet, the locks extended all the way to
the middle of her ass. He bit back a growl and dumped a bunch of it on her head
in frustration. Callie’s shoulders shook, but she remained still. Little brat
was laughing at him.
The only way to get a job done was to do
it.
He lathered her hair from top to bottom,
making sure to torture her as much as she did him. Some of her hair went over
her shoulder and breasts, so as he washed it, he also thumbed her nipples and
cupped her. The very ends of the strands trailed over the front of her pussy,
so he dipped his finger tips into her slit and circled her clit.
A full body shudder moved over her, and
she rocked on her heels.
He withdrew his hand and gave her a
little push toward the shower spray. The nymph wanted to torment him, but that
didn’t mean he couldn’t do it back. “Okay, all done.”
She shot a look of frustration and
challenge over her shoulder and stood under the spray fully, until the last of
the shampoo rinsed away to reveal her natural color.
“Damn. Callie, your hair is
extraordinary.” Every color of water he’d ever glimpsed streaked through her
hair. As she moved, it resembled waves of the ocean, sometimes glinting with
highlights like white caps. “Petra was right to have you dye it.”
“Yeah? Well you know what this means.”
She gathered it all to one side and twisted it into a rope. “We’re going to
have to stay here and have sex for the next few days, because now I can’t
leave.”
He chuckled. “It’s a terrible fate.”
“The worst.”
The game hadn’t ended for him. He spied
the conditioner and plastered her to his side with one arm while retrieving the
bottle with the other. “Proper hair care includes moisturizing. Let me put some
conditioner in it for you.”
The press of her breasts to his chest
and her pussy so close to his dick was going to give him a heart attack.
She hissed and wriggled her belly over
the line of his shaft. “How about while you do that, I make some adjustments
down here. I think that you’ve been neglecting your cock, and I have the
perfect therapy for it.”
“Oh, really? How does one neglect their
cock?” He squirted a large glop of the stuff into his hand and smoothed it over
as much of her hair as he could while only using one hand. The difficulty of
controlling her grew as she manipulated her torso to drive him crazy.
“Well, they need plenty of exercise.
Strength training, one might call it.”
Something tugged at his balls, then
massaged its way over his ass to tease his opening. He jerked and choked at
first, then settled as pleasure spread through him. The sensation of pressure
and probing at his puckered hole was new, but not unpleasant. In fact, it felt
good. The glide of her wet, supple skin combined with her manipulation of the
water tormented him. Her pussy was close enough to his cock that he could slide
between her lips with a tiny dip of his knees.
The pressure and glide of liquid at his ass
and testicles pulsed in a