When I stand, he wraps his arms around me, holding me close as our lips meet and we share the taste of his cum.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby,” I whisper against his temple.
“Good, because I believe I owe you at least two orgasms. Not that I’m keeping count, but?—”
I kiss him until his cock rallies for another round, pressing hard and eager against mine.
“Bedroom,” I growl.
24
TAYLEN
“Come here,”Bastian growls, his hands finding my waist as he pulls me from beneath the spray.
Water streams from our bodies, puddling on the tiled floor as he reaches for a towel with one hand while the other keeps me pressed against him. He moves the towel over my skin in quick, impatient strokes.
“Bastian—” His name becomes a gasp as his mouth finds my neck, his teeth scraping against my sensitive skin before he sucks hard enough to mark me. The sensation shoots straight to my dick, making my knees threaten to buckle.
“Want everyone to see,” he mutters against my throat, moving to a new spot. “Want them to know you’re mine.”
Heat floods through me at the possessiveness in his voice, at the evidence he’s leaving on my skin. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he works his way across my collarbone, each mark burning like a brand I never want to fade.
“We’re dry enough,” he declares suddenly, tossing the barely-used towel aside.
I laugh breathlessly, water still dripping from my hair down my back. “We’re not even close to dry enough.”
“Don’t care.” His hands find mine, pulling me toward the bedroom with a single-minded determination that makes my pulse race. “Need you. Now.”
I follow, almost slipping on the wet floor. When he stops all of a sudden, I almost bump into him.
“What the—” The sight in front of us makes me laugh harder.
Gouta sprawls across his pillows like a queen on her throne, while Myrtle and Moira have claimed opposite corners of the mattress with impressive territorial determination.
“Well,” Bastian says with resignation, “I see my bed has been commandeered.”
“It seems your security team has strong opinions about your nocturnal activities.”
“We could try to move them,” Bastian suggests, but his tone indicates he knows exactly how well that would go over.
Instead of responding, I turn toward the nightstand, retrieving the bottle of lube. “Or,” I say, letting a smile curl the edges of my mouth as I face him again, “we could find somewhere else to continue this.”
I take his hand, leading him toward the living room. The couch is lit softly by the moonlight, thanks to his uncovered windows. I guide Bastian onto the middle cushion, enjoying the way his breath catches as I drop to my knees between his spread legs.
His skin still carries traces of moisture from the shower, droplets catching the light as they trail down his chest. I lean forward, following one particularly tempting rivulet with my tongue. The taste of his clean skin and rising arousal fills my mouth as I work my way lower, maintaining eye contact.
“Tay,” he breathes as I reach his cock. My hands find his thighs, and I grip firmly enough to leave temporary marks as I take him into my mouth.
The weight of his cock feels perfect against my tongue as I set a slow rhythm. My first orgasm took the edge off, so I can enjoy watching the reactions of what I’m doing play across his face.
His fingers thread through my damp hair. “You’re a fucking tease, Taylen Howard.”
I hollow my cheeks on the upstroke, pulling a sound from his throat. Each gasp and shiver tells me exactly what he needs, how to build this until he’s cursing my name.
“Tay,” he warns again, his hips beginning to move despite his obvious attempt at control. “I’m getting close.” The words come between harsh breaths that fill the cabin’s quiet space. But that’s not what I want.
I pull off slowly, letting him slide from my mouth. His cock stands fully hard now. “Not yet,” I tell him, as I straddle his thighs. “I have a better idea about how this should end.”
