"Jesus fucking Christ," I groan, one hand bracing against the shower wall, the other tangling in her wet hair. "Look at you, taking my cock so fucking well."
She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Her tongue works the underside of my shaft asshe bobs her head, taking me deeper with each pass. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight—her pretty lips stretched around me, her eyes watering slightly as she pushes herself to take more.
"That's it," I encourage, guiding her movements with the hand in her hair. "Fuck, you're so good at this. Taking my cock like you were made for it."
She pulls back, letting me slip from her mouth with a wet pop. "Because I was," she says, her voice raspy. Her hand keeps working me, twisting on the upstroke in a way that makes my toes curl against the tile.
Then she's diving back down, taking me to the back of her throat and swallowing around me. I let out a string of curses, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"Sorry," I mutter, trying to hold still.
She pulls back again, looking up at me with those big eyes. "Don't be," she says, her hand still working my shaft. "I want you to fuck my mouth, Rams."
I'm trying to hold back, to make this last, but the way she's looking up at me while she sucks my cock is too much. My hips start to thrust forward involuntarily, fucking her mouth in short, controlled bursts.
"You want it rough, baby? Want me to fuck this pretty little mouth?"
She moans around my cock, nodding as best she can with me buried in her throat. The sight of her on her knees, water running down her body, lips stretched around me—it's fucking art.
I hold her head steady and start to thrust in earnest, watching her eyes water as she takes every inch. Her handsgrip my thighs, nails digging into muscle, but she doesn't push me away. Instead, she relaxes her throat, letting me use her mouth like I'd use her pussy.
"Look at you," I groan, my pace increasing. "Taking my dick so fucking deep. Such a good girl for me."
Her eyes never leave mine, even as tears mix with shower water on her cheeks. The trust in her gaze nearly breaks me.
"I'm gonna cum," I warn, trying to pull back. "Fuck, baby, I'm close?—"
But instead of letting me withdraw, she grabs my ass and pulls me deeper, swallowing around the head of my cock. The sensation pushes me over the edge.
"Holy shit—Reese!"
My vision blurs as I explode down her throat, pleasure crashing through me in violent waves. She doesn't let up, sucking and swallowing every drop, her throat working around me as I empty myself.
I'm seeing fucking stars, my legs shaking as she milks my cock dry with those perfect lips. When she finally pulls back, she looks up at me with swollen lips and glazed eyes, a thin trail of cum and saliva connecting her mouth to my dick.
"I fucking love you," I pant, pulling her to her feet and crushing my mouth against hers, tasting myself on her tongue.
I don’t panic when I realize I said it out loud. She knows I love her, have loved her for years. I don’t need her to say it back; I can feel it.
But when I hear a little hiccup coming from her and pullback she’s looking up at me with tears in her eyes again, but for a different reason.
"God, Ramsey. I love you so damn much and totally not just in a best friend way, obviously."
I feel something crack open inside my chest, like a fucking dam bursting. She loves me. Not just as a friend—she loves me the way I've been loving her for years. The way I've been afraid to tell her, afraid to show her, afraid it would send her running.
Nobody can tell me shit. My north star loves me. All the jagged, dark, depraved parts of me. She's seen me covered in someone else's blood, she's watched me arrange the disposal of a body, and instead of running away screaming, she fucking dropped to her knees like it was her goddamn job.
"Say it again," I demand, my voice rough as I press her against the shower wall, water cascading down around us.
Her eyes, those fucking eyes that have haunted me for years, look up at me without an ounce of fear. "I love you, Ramsey. I've always loved you."
I crush my mouth to hers again, kissing her like I'm trying to crawl inside her skin. My hands are everywhere—her hair, her face, her tits, her ass. I can't get enough, can't touch enough of her at once.
"Bedroom," I growl against her lips. "Now."
I shut off the water and yank open the shower door, not bothering with towels. Water drips from our bodies as I guide her backward through the bathroom, my mouth never leaving hers. We stumble toward the bed, leaving wet footprints on the hardwood.
When we reach it, I spin her around and bend her over the edge of the mattress. Her ass is perfect—round and firm from years of dance, now presented to me like a fucking gift.
