I step forward an inch to give him some room.
Jeez, Louise.
The ol’ ladies weren’t lying. Bikers are bossy.
Getting his hands lathered up with soap, Dread sets the bar back on the shelf in front of me.
He cups my breasts and pulls me until my back is flush against his chest. I can feel his hardness pressing against my lower back.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pinches my nipples between his soapy fingers, and my breath catches.
“Caleb,” I breathe, my head falling back against his shoulder.
He growls, the vibration rumbling through his chest and into my back as his hand slides down my belly to the thatch of hair between my legs. He swirls his long finger over my clit, and my back bows.
God, he knows just how to touch me.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe. “So perfect.”
I press back against him, desperate for more contact. His finger circles my clit again, then dips lower to tease my entrance.
“Please,” I whimper, desperate for him to ease the tension building.
“I got you, baby,” he promises, sliding a finger inside me while his thumb continues to work my clit.
My legs start to tremble as pleasure builds low in my belly. My body’s greedy for him.
Caleb adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously while his other hand continues to play with my breasts. His mouth latches onto my neck. He sucks and nibbles, and I know there’ll be a mark.
“Oh God,” I gasp as his fingers curl inside me, finding the spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice rough. “Let go for me, baby.”
His fingers work faster, harder, and the tension in my core winds tighter and tighter until it suddenly snaps. I cry out, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Before I can catch my breath, Caleb spins me around to face him. He lifts me effortlessly, my back pressing against the cold tile wall as he guides my legs around his hip.
“Hold onto me,” he commands, positioning himself at my entrance.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as he slams inside me in a brutal thrust.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine. “So tight. So wet for me.”
“Just for you.” I tangle my fingers in his wet hair.
He starts to move, his thrusts hard and deep. The water continues to pour over us, steam filling my small bathroom as our bodies move together in perfect sync.
I’m already sensitive from my first orgasm, and it doesn’t take long before I feel the pressure building again. Caleb must sense it because his movements become more urgent, his grip on my hips tightening.
“Come for me again,” he demands, his voice strained. “Wanna feel you come on my cock.”
His crude words send me sailing over the edge. I bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries as my second orgasm rips through me, even more intense than the first.
Caleb follows right behind me, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside me with a muffled groan.
For a moment, we stay like this, both of us panting, my legs still wrapped around his waist, his face buried in my neck.
Finally, he eases me down, making sure my shaky legs can support my weight before he lets go completely.
