The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 152: Shower BJ

Chapter 152: Shower BJ

Abby woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized with a start that it was already late in the morning. She hadn’t expected to sleep so well, but she guessed Remo’s help really worked wonders. As she shifted in bed, she became aware of a dull ache pulsating through her body. Remo had been too rough last night, leaving her feeling sore but satisfied.

Carefully swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Abby winced as her muscles protested the movement. Her legs trembled slightly as she stood up, and she took a moment to steady herself before making her way to the bathroom. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the passionate night she had shared with Remo. Despite the soreness, it was worth it.

As Abby entered the bathroom, the sound of the shower greeted her ears. She furrowed her brow in surprise; she hadn’t expected Remo to still be in bed, let alone taking a shower at this hour. Shrugging it off, she went about her morning routine, not paying much attention to Remo’s activities.

After using the restroom, Abby made her way back towards the bedroom. However, as she passed by the shower, her curiosity got the better of her. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and through the opening, she caught a glimpse of Remo underneath the running water. She hadn’t realized that the door was open when she walked in, and she couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at Remo as he bathed. Feeling a rush of warmth spread through her at the sight.

Abby blushed furiously as Remo noticed her staring at him. He chuckled softly before stepping out of the shower, and opening the door for a bitter view and stepped back inside.

Despite knowing she should leave, Abby found herself unable to tear her gaze away from him. She couldn’t help but notice the details of his wet, bare torso against the tiled wall, his shoulders relaxed as he faced her.

Their eyes met, and Abby observed the calm expression on his face, although there was a slight furrow between his brows. She noted the way his soaked hair clung to his neck and shoulders, and the subtle movement of his Adam’s apple as he spoke.

"Enjoying the show?" he quipped teasingly. Abby stammered, feeling embarrassed at being caught staring.

"Um..." She replied lost of words.

Remo’s eyes stayed locked with Abby’s, his brows furrowing slightly as he sucked in a sharp breath, a soft moan left his lips causing Abby’s heart to hammer in her chest . She fought against the urge to look away, knowing she shouldn’t give in to her curiosity. Despite her inner warnings, her eyes betrayed her, flickering downward to catch a glimpse of Remo. She saw his hand wrapped around his length, moving in deliberate, slow motions.

A surge of conflicting emotions washed over her, and she felt her stomach tightened with arousal.

Abby felt like she was in some kind of trance, unable to tear her gaze away from the scene unfolding before her. Remo kept his eyes locked on hers, his head rolling back against the wall to expose his throat. His chest rose and fell faster.

Wet desire flared between her legs as she watched Remo’s mouth fall open in a deep, strained moan. He began to pant, his eyes never leaving hers as he picked up the pace.

"Want to help?" He asked.

Abby nodded eagerly in response to Remo’s question, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through her. As she approached him, a hint of surprise flickered in Remo’s eyes before he smirked, a playful glint dancing in his gaze.

"Show —me—-what you want—" Abby said, her anticipation growing with each passing moment. She found herself becoming addicted to watching his reactions, eager to explore his pleasure.

"Okay," Remo breathed, as he guided her hand towards his length. Abby obediently wrapped her fingers and palm around him, keeping her gaze locked on his. Remo’s lips parted at the sensation of her hand. He swallowed, adjusting the pressure of her hand until he was satisfied. Abby could feel his hand guiding hers, ensuring the right amount of pressure. Remo’s tongue darted out to wet his lower lip as he watched her intently.

"Good—-you’re a natural," he teased. Abby flushed at his words.

"Got the rhythm?" Remo asked, his hands moving away. Abby nodded, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through her as she tensed her hand around him experimentally. She noticed Remo’s hips responding to her touch, his brows furrowing slightly.

With each stroke, Abby felt herself growing more confident and less nervous. Remo guided her hand, encouraging her to move it slowly upwards before bringing it back down again. She could sense his shallow breathing, indicating the effect her touch was having on him.

"That’s all there is to it," Remo said, his voice soft yet tense with the sensations he was experiencing. He guided her hand up again, his length warm and firm in her grasp. Abby clenched her jaw as she felt his hips twitch in response.

"That’s where it’s most sensitive," Remo said tightly, his breath hitching slightly as he spoke. "Just stroke me, like you saw me doing. Don’t overthink it, just go with what feels natural."

Abby nodded, her own breath coming in shallow bursts as she concentrated on the task at hand. "Okay, I understand," she replied, her fingers trembling slightly with nerves.

"You’re doing great," Remo assured her, gently removing his hand from hers and placing it back on her hip. Abby took a deep breath, steeling herself for the moment ahead.

Summoning her courage, she tentatively ran her hand down his length and back up again, watching closely for his reaction as his breath caught in his throat.

Remo’s chest jerked suddenly, his brows furrowing as he let out a strained "Oh fuck...Abby," his eyes squeezing shut. Abby quickened the pace of her hand as she listened to his increasingly loud grunts and moans, mixed with profanity escaping his mouth.

"Just like that, baby—your hands are magical—so close—fuck," Remo groaned, his voice filled with pleasure.

Her pulse rang in her ears, unable to drown out the sounds of Remo’s pleasure. She watched as his jaw dropped and his face contorted with pleasure, his shoulders hunching forward.

God, that was so beautiful, Abby thought.

Remo’s body trembled and tensed, his muscles constricting as he cursed and grunted out moans that were cut off with sharp pants. Abby felt as though her heart had stopped; her whole body felt numb as she felt his hot liquid on her hand.

She watched helplessly as Remo composed himself, catching his breath as he slumped against the wall.

Her gaze went to the liquid on her hands, and she brought it to her lips, licking them off.

"Fuck, Abby—-you’re going to be the death of me," Remo said, pressing his lips to hers.