“Uh-uh.” He grips my chin. “Look at me, Halle,” he demands. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
I bite down on my lip, my whole body shuddering. What does it say about me that his bossiness is such a turn-on? Is it wrong? If so, then I don’t want to be right.
“Do you like that?” He punctuates the question by grinding his hips into mine. The stimulation against my clit has my nails digging into his back. “You like it, don’t you? When I tell you what to do?”
“Y-Yes—ohmygod.” I shudder, my release looming.
Before the wave can crest, though, the bastard pulls out and roughly sets me on my feet.
“Suck my cock,” he demands.
Without hesitation, I drop to my knees in front of him, the shower spraying against my back, and take him into my mouth, one hand on his shaft. His skin is hot as I pump him and suck, finding my rhythm. I maintain eye contact as I take him deep, knowing it makes him lose his mind.
Chin tucked, he pushes my wet hair out of my face, gathering the strands. Hand fisted, he tugs. Not enough to hurt, but enough to silently convey that in this moment, I’m his to do with as he pleases, and fuck, it’s hot.
“Look at you,” he croons. The sweet tone and the way he gently strokes my face with his other hand are in complete juxtaposition to the demands of a moment ago. “So fucking pretty.” He pushes his hips forward, his grip tightening in my hair so I’m forced to take him to the back of my throat. “You can take more than that, baby. I know you can.”
I whimper, my eyes watering, and relax my jaw to take him deep. I hold him there until I gag. In response to the sound, he releases me and drags me up to his body, holding my limp frame against his. When I’ve found my balance, he switches places with me so his back is now to the showerhead.
“Hands on the wall and spread those legs, baby.”
I do as he says, legs shaking in anticipation.
With a bruising grip, he spreads my cheeks and fills me with his cock.
A scream works its way up my throat, but before it can leave me, he clamps a hand to my mouth, silencing me.
“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” he chants in my ear. “So fucking good, baby.”
He finds my clit, and it only takes a few strokes of his fingers over the sensitive bud to set me off. It’s embarrassing how easily he controls my body.
Moaning, he pulls out of me, and an instant later, warm spurts of cum land on my ass.
“Look at that.” He rubs the globe of my right ass cheek, then gives it a sharp smack. “You’re like my own little piece of artwork.”
Boneless, all I can do is press myself to the tile and suck in gulps of air.
He turns me around easily and kisses me, then drags me back to the shower head.
“Let me wash you up, baby?”
I nod. I barely have the strength to stay standing, let alone scrub myself clean.
Caleb takes his time lathering my hair with shampoo. He scrubs my scalp, massaging as he goes, each step more intimate than the previous. While the conditioner sits in my hair, he squirts a dollop of body wash onto my purple loofah, then gently swipes it over my neck and shoulders, working his way down and around.
When he’s finished and he’s rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, I grasp his arms and urge him to shift.
“My turn,” I tell him, switching places.
He has to crouch so I can lather his scalp with shampoo. While he rinses it out, I use my loofah on his body. He’sseriously gorgeous. Muscular, but not overly so. Toned in all the right places. The dusting of hair on his arms and legs is darker than the blond on his head.
When I reach the back of his knee with the loofah, he startles.
I look up at him, fighting a smile. “Ticklish?”
“Yes.” Eyes blazing and cock half hard already, he pins me with a look.
No longer holding back a grin, I rub the loofah there again, and he curses.
