The Troubleshooter

16- bath and a bottle

Lili POV

I can't stop thinking about what Sophie said. Was Nico actually serious?

Does Nico want to be with me? To marry me?

And did I just fuck it all up by being a dumb bitch? Fuck my life!

And what about Ben? I didn't even tell Sophie about Ben Joking around about us going on a date but what if it wasn't a joke? Am I dating Ben?

All the overthinking caused me to drink far too much over dinner. (in Ma's opinion) Admittedly I was a bit buzzed and could really have done with going for a walk to clear my head and sober up but it's raining. Again. England is really not helping it's stereotype right now.

Instead I decide to take up a bottle of wine and go for a bath in my room's ensuite. It's the only excuse I can think of to spend a bit of time alone. That's the problem with staying at someone's house. Not that I don't love them and appreciate them having me to stay, I just need my own space sometimes.

I set my music to play through the bathroom's Bluetooth speakers and sink into the deep slipper bath. Apparently Sophie was disappointed when the regular bath no longer covered her pregnant belly so Matt had every bath in the house replaced with freestanding slipper baths.

I lean back against the higher end of the tub, taking a sip of the cool pinot, the water is definitely at boiled lobster temperature. Letting out a contented sigh I place the wine beside my phone and submerge my shoulders, breathing deeply as the lavender scented steam envelopes me.

The heat and the wine make me feel dizzy and being tipsy, naked and wet, naturally my thoughts drift back to Nico. Have I really wasted all this time?

I could have been with Nico already?

Hmm being with Nico.

Staying in Sheffield keeps dragging my depraved thoughts back to that night at the hotel. Nico's lips against mine. I remember the skilled way Nico caught my nipple in their teeth through the thin material of my pajama top.

I'm a virgin, but I'm not a nun.

My hand traces up my torso to my chest, finding my nipple erect in spite of the hot water.

I pinch and pull at the hardened bud while my other hand moves lower.

Even in the water I can feel I'm already slick, the consistency of my excitement different to that of the water. I use my own natural lubricant to start drawing circles around my clit. Occasionally dipping my fingers back between my lower lips.

My eyes flutter closed as I imagine what it might be like if it was Nico's calloused fingers in place of mine. Nico's soft lips on my breast, Nico's teeth tugging at my sensitive nipple.

I slide a finger into my slick heat hooking it up to massage against my g-spot. The heel of my palm pressed firm against my engorged clit.

I picture Nico leaning over the side of the bath their lips devouring mine, their hand exploring between my thighs.

I start to roll my hips against my hand the movement already jerky. My fingers slipping in and out of me coated with my arousal. I have to bite down on my lip as I feel the orgasm start to wash over me.

My legs clamping closed around my hand as my whole body shudders.

I take a few steadying breaths  before I clean myself up. It's like I woke up all my nerve endings, everywhere the washcloth touches heightening the need that I still feel. That my orgasm somehow only enhanced.

This is ridiculous! I think lathering up my hair, my nails scraping across my scalp, letting the foam fall down my body.

I'm about to rinse my hair when I catch my reflection in the mirror and an idea strikes. Reaching out of the bath I dry my hands and grab my cell, texting Nico.

Lili: What are you doing?

Nico: In a meeting with Arty. Why?

I read his reply biting my lip nervously,

Lili: Can anyone see your phone?

Nico: No. What's wrong? Should I call you?

Before I chicken out I snap a selfie of my soapy chest, careful not to get my face and send it to Nico.

I have instant drunk message regret. What am I a middle aged man on the internet? I can't believe I just sent an unsolicited nude! Suddenly I'm sober.

I bend my knees letting my head sink beneath the water. Only emerging again when I need to draw a breath.

When I do I find my cell is ringing. I quickly grab it, disconnecting the Bluetooth but it rings off before I answer.

I start combing conditioner through my hair with my fingers. My cell lights up with a message before it starts ringing again.

Nico: pick up.

I use the towel to wipe the side of my face before I answer. Maybe the phone will be less embarrassing. I can always hang up.

"What was that?!" Nico groans. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so embarrassed! I've had a bit to drink and I was thinking of you…"

"You were thinking of me in the bath?" Nico asks "did you touch yourself?"

"Nico! Oh my god have you told Arty?!" I gasp mortified.

"You think I'm gonna continue a meeting with Arty while I'm hiding an erection? I sent him home. Now were you touching yourself?"

"Yes" I reply barely above a whisper.

"Do it again. Describe to me what you're doing"

I hesitate at first, nervous but excited. Then my free hand slips back into the water caressing my skin.

I don't bother holding back my moans this time when my fingers delve between my folds.

"Fuck Lili" Nico breathes through the phone. Reminding me that I am yet to describe anything. What do I even say? I try to think about what they say in porn. Probably not the most realistic example, but I want to try this.

"I'm so wet" I tell Nico.

"Damn, Lili. I want to taste you. Feel you wrapped around me" Nico groans. I can tell I'm not the only one touching myself. The thought of Nico's cock hard for me turns me on so much.

I thrust my fingers faster, with Nico's encouragement, panting into the phone.

"I wanna lay you back and plant my head between those gorgeous thighs of yours. Then I'm going to feast on you like you're a Thanksgiving dinner"

"Oh fuck Nico" I cry out his words pushing me over the edge.

A/N

Really Lili you horny drunk!

This author doesn't support unsolicited nudes. But she's realistic enough to know that lots of wine usually means silly life choices.