Matt jerks his head up and looks directly at me. “God no, Ellie. I didn’t mean to imply that just now. You caught me off guard, and the idea…threw me for a loop. It’s not something I’m familiar with in practice. I just… ‘Permission’ was the wrong word. I don’t know what you like and that was my shitty attempt at asking if you’d be okay with me being in charge tonight. I thought it might help with the nerves. But in case it isn’t painfully obvious”—he glances down at his significantly tented pants—“I’ll have you any way you’ll let me.” He pauses and pushes a piece of disheveled hair behind my ear. “And to be clear, lack of enthusiasm would be enough. No objection, verbal or otherwise, would be required. But obviously listened to right away. We’re here to have a good time, yeah? To practice?”
I feel myself relax and give him a nod.
He glances back and forth between my eyes. “Can I kiss you again?”
Another nod.
He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine before slowly tracing the seam of my lips with his tongue. I sigh and part my mouth, letting him in and reaching my hands back up to feel that tempting stubble. The gentle scratch against my palm sends shivers down my body. Less frantic than before, Matt takes his time exploring my mouth and trapping my body against the wall with his.
The pressure of his length against my stomach makes me whimper. Matt presses a little harder and Iwant it.
As the bathroom fills with steam, I can’t tell if my labored breathing is from the thick air or kissing Matt like my life depends on it. He tugs at my sweater hem and pulls his mouth from mine to talk. “Can I take this off?” he pants.
I nod eagerly and quickly put my arms up above my head. He chuckles and steps back, gripping the bottom of my sweater before pulling it up over my head and arms.
“Christ, Ellie,” he groans quietly, eyes roaming my chest.
I glance down and remember I’m in my see-through black lace bra. Ah, yes. MyI’m going out to get laid by a stranger for the first time in like four yearsbra. Guess it’s serving its purpose after all. And my tits look really good.
I focus back on Matt and notice his cheeks are tinged pink. “Want to get in the shower?” I ask him.
He looks up at my face and gives a quick jerk of a nod.
I unhook my bra behind my back and let the straps fall down my arms, grabbing it and tossing it to the floor. Matt’s Adam’s apple bobs as his eyes drop back to my chest. I quickly unbutton my jeans and yank them and my black lace thong down my legs before I can chicken out. I am going to have hot shower sex, dammit!
Righting myself, I find Matt still staring at me. I clear my throat and refrain from smiling as his gaze jumps to my face. I raise an eyebrow at him.
He swallows again and then unzips his pants and mimics my moves, pushing them to the floor before grabbing my hand. No striptease for me, I guess. He pulls me toward the shower and steps in, tugging me after him.
As soon as we’re inside, he turns us around and pushes me through the hot water up against the shower wall. Before I have time to yelp over the bite of the cold tile, he slams his mouth to mine, delving his tongue inside todevourme.
I pull away to gasp for breath and Matt trails his mouth down my neck to the hollow of my throat. He starts moving down farther as my chest heaves, but pauses and pulls away, studying something near the top of my chest. His eyes flick to mine for a second before he bends and plants a chaste kiss to the jagged scar over my collarbone.
I don’t have time to process the intimate gesture before he gently bites and tugs on my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure down my core. He licks over the bite and sucks the now taut peak into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
He releases it with a pop and uses his pointer finger to trace a tight circle around my nipple on the other side. “Perfect fucking tits,” he says almost absentmindedly as he continues to torture me with that finger.
“Matt.”
He pauses his ministrations and jerks his head up.
“Quit teasing me,” I breathe out at him.
A full smile stretches across his face.Wow.He leans in and pecks my lips before dropping to his knees. I look down at him and then quickly back up, covering my eyes with my palms.
Large hands resting on my upper thighs, Matt laughs. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head in disbelief at the situation and slight embarrassment at my reaction. I uncover my eyes and gesture vaguely to him on his knees. “This is…very hot.”
“Good.” He nips my inner thigh before tugging my calf, lifting it up and over his shoulder. I steady myself with my hands against the wall by my sides.
As soon as Matt leans in and licks slowly up my center, I wish I had something on the wall to grab on to.Holy fuck.He groans and I think I could come from that sound alone.
He continues a steady, pleasurable assault with his tongue. I move one hand to his hair, trying to hold myself up as my legs begin to shake. Matt latches onto my clit and sucks, making stars speckle my vision as my knees begin to buckle. I tug his hair, wanting more and less at the same time.
I think I might fall in this shower and I think it might be worth it.
