He hesitates for a second, then releases my wrist. Grabbing him by the shoulders, I direct him under the water, then pull him back out. I pump some shampoo into my hand and run it through his hair. We decided to use what they have instead of packing our own and they did not disappoint. It’s some sort of bluish green coastal scent that smells like a fresh ocean breeze with hints of honey and tobacco. Once I’m done with his hair, I work the soap into a nice lather and rub the washcloth over his body.
“I love you." He’s tired, and I want to just love on him and hold him. I want my funny and boisterous boy back that has Jax constantly saying, ‘Shut the fuck up’.
He tilts my chin up. “I love you.” He gives me a soft kiss that deepens and before I know it, the washcloth has dropped and my hands are roaming over his body.
He pulls away, chuckling.
“Sorry,” I mumble, bending down to pick up the washcloth, ignoring his hard dick right there at my face. My mouth feels like it grew jets that just shot saliva in. Holy fuck.
I stand up, ignoring it. Its perfection. Until I can’t. I have to clean it. It was in the ocean and sand and who knows what else. I press up against his chest, driving him back into the wall. The cold tile must sting his skin, because he lets out a hiss of a breath.
“What are you doing?” He asks through a hooded gaze.
“I’m cleaning you. All of you.”
He lets out a low hum when my soapy hand wraps around his thick, hard cock.
“You were in the sand and the ocean. Who knows how dirty this is… So I want to make sure it’s extra clean.” My hand slowly glides from the base to his tip.
An appreciative groan escapes as his head presses back against the tile wall.
Swiping my thumb across the tip of his cock, I plant soft kisses along his neck and around his pecs. My other hand reaches down and cups his balls, massaging them, causing him to let out another moan as his hands press against the wall for support.
The wall, much like the door, is a fickle mistress.
Planting kisses down his body, I drop to my knees and look up at him, my eager mouth just an inch from his cock. His eyes are closed, but when he senses me waiting he looks down, brushing a hand through my wet locks. The water drips off his hair and runs down his face onto his body. I wish I could get a picture of him like this looking down at me. So hot.
“I want you to watch me suck you into my mouth.”
His chest shudders with excitement as his cock bounces in front of me. A smile spreads across my face as my eyes lock on his, and I lean forward, sinking my hot mouth around his hard shaft. I take him deep, until he hits the back of my throat, then slowly pull him back out. His cock tastes like heaven as hints of the soap still linger. I suck him in again, faster and harder, while my hand moves to work his balls, until he’s crying out.
“Goddamn Ev. I don’t know what’s better. The taste of your pussy or you sucking my cock.”
I groan around his cock, the slight vibrations making him grab the wall again. Balls still in hand, I play with them. Tugging. Massaging.
He hisses out a string of words, but they’re hard to make out and then his hands tangle in my hair, fighting to get a grip through the water, and he thrusts. Taking what he wants. I know he’s close. His arousal is trickling out, coating my tongue.
As he begins to move faster, so do I.
“Shit!” His fingers latch into my hair and he gags me on his cock, hitting the back of my throat and I love every second of it. “I’m gonna-”
Before he can finish warning me, he’s raising on his tiptoes and explodes down my throat, cock pressed so deep I’m fighting for air. Water from the shower hits me in the face, and my nose sucks in water, further choking me. I quickly pull off his dick and begin choking on air, causing some of his come to blow out of my nose.
“Fuck Ev!” Knox yells, pulling me up.
I’m still coughing and moaning, with tears falling down my cheeks and come dripping from my nose, sounding like some sort of strangled cat. A strangled cat who is secretly a dragon, because fucccckk it feels like I just breathed fire out of my nose.
He grabs under my chin and tilts my face to the water and begins swiping his come off while at the same time, nearly waterboarding me. “Blow,” he commands.
Confused and overwhelmed, I pucker my lips and blow.
He laughs, “No, silly. Your nose. Blow out of your nose.”
I’m a fucking idiot! I blow out of my nose, the burn slowly easing.
After another few minutes, the pain is gone, but the mortification remains. “Sorry. I sucked in water.”
He shakes his head, laughing. “I thought I’d done something.”
