“Shit!” I hiss, almost losing my balance as pleasure unfurls low in my belly, radiating down my legs. I look at him over my shoulder. “Again.”
He slaps my ass again, the other cheek this time, and I cry out, feeling it everywhere.
Happy’s front presses up against my back, his hand planted on the tile above my head, and as he leans in close, lips ghosting my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, I gasp at the feel of his dick sliding between the crack of my ass.
“You’re going to stay like this,” he gruffs, his voice low and demanding in the sexiest way. “Like a good little slut.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the pathetic whimper that wants to escape at the name-calling, nodding frantically.
He chuckles, grazing my shoulder with his teeth before dropping to his knees behind me. His hands skate all the way up my legs, palms massaging my ass cheeks. He presses a kiss to one, then the other, parting them, and then suddenly, I feel his tongue, and my head falls forward, forehead slamming hard against the tile.
“Holy fucking shit!” I choke out, squeezing my eyes closed as he traces his tongue around the tight hole.
I have never—never—had anyone’s tongue there before. A finger? Sure. A dick? On the outskirts only. A tongue? Absolutely the fuck not. But right now, as Happy eats my ass like it’s his favorite goddamn meal, I can’t help but wonder why the hell I’ve never done this before. His tongue, combined with his fingers playing with my pussy, make me feel like I’m about to combust or disintegrate from the overwhelming sensations raging through me.
“You like that, huh?” Happy grits against my asshole, finger circling my clit, causing my hips to jerk. He chuckles. “Yeah, that’s what I thought…”
“Ohmygod,” I mewl when his tongue breaks the barrier, a thick finger sliding inside my pussy at the same time. “It feels so… fucking… good,” I pant, a feral, needy mess.
Happy stops, and I whine in objection. “Shit, Baby Draper, are you gonna come just from me licking this tight little asshole?”
“Yes!” I gasp, pushing my ass out, closer to him, blindly searching for his tongue.
“You’re a little degenerate, just like me.”
“Whatever,” I grit through a frustrated huff. “Just keep fucking doing it.”
He chuckles again, but thankfully he does as he’s told, circling my ass with his tongue before licking into it, his fingers strumming my clit while he fucks my pussy with his thumb.
“Yes!” I moan, sagging forward against the tile. “Oh my God, yes, yes,yes.”
In no time at all, I’m falling apart, coming so damn hard with his tongue rimming my ass, his fingers deep inside of me, his name on my lips. Every part of my body is trembling, aftershocks coursing through me, and I almost fall into a heap, but Happy stands, holding me around my waist, my back to his chest as he keeps me upright under the water long enough for my racing heart to ease to a steady thrum.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, resting my head back against him.
“I need to be inside you,” Happy whispers against my ear.
“Condom.” I point to the mirror above the sink, unable to string a sentence together. “Cabinet.”
Happy laughs, leaving me to fend for myself as he steps out of the shower, his firm, tight ass glistening with beads of water as he stands with his back to me, looking through the cabinet.
“Morevibrators, Baby Draper?” he tsks, smirking at me over his shoulder. “You sneaky little sex addict.”
Resting against the tile, the best I can offer him is a lazy smile, still coming down from my high as I watch him fix a condom over his thick cock. And as my pussy aches to the point of pain in anticipation of being thoroughly fucked, like it didn’t get a good enough pounding literally last night, I can’t help but wonder if maybe I am a sex addict….
Happy returns, immediately crowding me, one hand splayed against the tile next to my head, the other skating down between my breasts, over my stomach and dipping between my pussy lips, swiping my still sensitive clit and making me gasp.
“Is this perfect pussy ready for me?” he asks, his dark gaze boring into mine. “Because I amnotabout to be fucking gentle.”
Clamping my bottom lip between my teeth, I stifle the smile that threatens, nodding once.
Happy’s hand continues downward, along the outside of my thigh, linking behind my knee and pulling my leg up, securing it around his hip.
“Good, because having to watch you work out today, seeing your tight little ass move in those leggings, listening to your sexylittle grunts, was the definition of fucking torture,” he grits, purposely sliding his cock against my slit, rubbing my clit and making me moan.
He crouches, linking his other hand behind my other knee, forcing me up until I’m suspended between him and the wall, dick notched at my entrance. “Do you know how much fucking self-control it took not to bend you over the ropes, pull down those tight little pants, and start fucking you right there in the goddamn boxing ring while Silas watched?”
Between the feeling of his cock right there, and the way his words affect me, I can’t even conceal my own whimper.
