“You better join me, Angel.” His voice is deep, gruff and it makes me want to argue with his tone.
I scoff. “I’ll pass.”
He turns around, and I bite back my reaction to seeing him fully. His muscled chest is honed over years of hard work, and tattoos cover one arm completely. His dick isn’t even fully hard and yet I can see his size. I can remember how it felt, and how I’ve never felt more full than I did when he was inside me.
His face is passive as he looks at me, but his tone is serious when he speaks again. “Get in here. On your knees.”
“Clothed?” I respond sarcastically.
He looks me up and down, shrugs, then turns back around.
I want to do it just to spite him. But I remember his text from earlier.
Ready to play, Angel?
This has to be a part of his game, and maybe, just this once, I want to see what would happen.
I start to strip my own clothes off, fighting the little voice in my head that’s yelling at me for giving in. I’m sure I’ll fight with myself about this later. Right now, I step into the steamed up space, completely naked with a man I swore I wouldn’t touch again.
Wes turns around, looking me over, but doesn’t say anything other than, “I said on your knees.”
I look down at the tile, not missing the way his dick is standing at attention and I smirk. My knees are preemptively protesting about the hard surface, but I look back up to Wes’s deep brown eyes, keeping them there as I sink down.
“So fucking pretty when you listen to me,” he praises, and my mouth twists.
“Don’t make me regret it.”
“Still such a brat, though. It’s almost like youwantto be punished.”
“Bite me.” I smile sarcastically.
“With pleasure.” He steps closer to me, his cock less than an inch from my face. “But right now you’re going to put your mouth to good use. Take what I give you and maybe this time I’ll let you come. If you deserve it.”
I want to squeak out a protest, but the throbbing between my thighs and the way my mouth waters at the sight in front of me stops any words from coming out.
Instead, I drop my jaw, sticking my tongue out while keeping my eyes on him.
“Now that’s a good girl.”
He closes the last little bit of distance, sliding his fingers through my hair, tangling them at the back of my head, and guiding my open mouth onto his length. I moan as the weight of him hits my tongue, and his grip in my hair tightens at the same time.
The mist and steam from the warm water surrounds us while Wes blocks most of the spray with his large body. I keep my eyes up, watching the way his stomach tenses, how his muscles bunch and I clench my thighs together at the sight.
This towering, intimidating man holding onto me roughly while I lick the underside of his dick has my body reacting, begging to touch myself.
I squirm, sliding my hand between my thighs while wrapping the other around the base of his length where my mouth can’t reach.
“Aw look at you, Angel. Your little pussy getting wet from this?”
I hum, pulling back slightly before pushing further to get more of him into my throat.
“You can touch yourself, but you can only come when I say you can.”
I narrow my eyes up at him, and he yanks me off him by the grip he’s got on my hair. I pant at the loss, my mouth watering as he bends over to bring our faces closer together.
“Don’t give me attitude or I won’t let you come at all. Now, if you listen and do what you’re told, then maybe you’ll get what you want.”
I run my tongue along my bottom lip to tease him, and he watches the movement intently. I almost think he’s going to close the distance between our mouths. It’s one of the few things we haven’t done, even that first night together. His mouth has been on other parts of my body, but we have yet to kiss.
