He was in the shower, music on, looking up at the rainfall, hands pressed against his face and his… I had to lean against the door frame to help hold me up. His beautiful, beautiful cock. Hanging there begging to be touched. To make it come alive. And his tattoos. They were all over his torso, running down his hips, wrapping around his back. I forgot about them, because the businessman the world sees is collared, button up shirts and suits, but underneath it all is this tattooed, dark, sexy man beast.
I couldn’t control myself. His dick was like a siren song calling me.
I shut the door quietly, tossed the contract on the floor, then slipped out of my shoes and dress. I know this is most definitely breaking the rules, but fuck them. I’m a rule breaker. It will be up to him to stop me and I pray to all the gods and goddesses he doesn’t, because I need to feel that thing inside of me. I need to get fucked. Maybe then it will take away whatever madness is making me want to agree to these terms. I know I will want more. That is the only thing holding me back. I’m going to love it and want more. But I won’t be able to have it. That is the part I have to come to terms with.
I slipped into the shower behind him and reached my hands around his hips, then ran them down his legs. I felt him tense for a moment, then relax. He turned, towering over me, his bright blue eyes staring at me.
“I didn’t think you’d come.”
“I haven’t yet.”
A deep throaty laughed bounced around the walls.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I slowly dropped to my knees, his cock already standing at attention. My goodness, it was huge. I slowly wrapped my hand around the base of it and looked up at him. The water was pouring down on him, running down his chest. He looked impossibly sexy right now, all muscles and tattoos.
I pressed my lips to the tip of his cock.
“Everlee.” He nearly moaned through set teeth.
“Hmm?” I asked, running my tongue along the underside and taking just his head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
“I know we don’t have the green light. You didn’t sign the contract.”
Is that why he looked the way he did when I walked in? I took him in my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat, and then pulled out slowly.
“Is that a problem?” I took him in my mouth again.
His words shuddered in the slightest. “It’s not following… the rules.” He breathed out.
I took him back in again and swirled my tongue around his head then pulled him out. “I’m a rule breaker.” I took him in again and again, running my hand down the length of his shaft each time. “I can stop.” I line my lips up again, but this time he presses into my mouth, his hands getting tangled in my hair, and I smile.
He thrusts three times, hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water. I try to relax it to take him further, but then he pulls out. He swoops down and lifts me to standing and then forces me back against the shower wall. The cold of the glass stings my hot skin, but only for a second. His mouth takes mine, his tongue forcing its way in while his hands grab my breast. “Fucking perfect.”
His lips trailed down my jaw to my neck, where he bites and sucks, causing my knees to buckle briefly and a moan to escape my lips.
“I’m going to make you moan so much you won’t be able to speak tomorrow and I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.”
I could feel myself dripping as another moan escaped from my lips.
“Good girl.” He mumbled against my neck, before his tongue swiped the water away before sucking the skin into his mouth again.
“Fuck me.” I pant instead of plea.
“I plan to.”
I lifted his chin, taking his mouth on mine as I hooked my leg around him. I felt his hard cock pressing right at my entrance, causing me to tilt my hips forward.
“No, no, no. We’re not going to rush this. I shouldn’t even be doing this, but you’re like a drug I can’t say no to. The boys are going to be pissed they aren’t here, so I’m going to enjoy this as much as I can to help with the aftermath.”
I felt my body rocking against his, feeling the length of his cock sliding up and down between my wet slit, brushing against my clit. I grabbed his shoulders and rocked my hips harder and faster.
“You don’t listen, do you?” He pulled away, leaving me panting. “Do you have any hard no’s?”
“What?” I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Give me a safe word.”
“Safe word?”
