He held his hand out. “Join me.”
He itched to touch that skin, to run his tongue over its softness, to taste her, to lick and bite and nip. Never mind that she’d beat him to the finish line for this farm, that didn’t matter anymore.
There was hesitation. She licked her lips and he wanted to know what it felt like to have her mouth on him. He didn’t think it was possible for his cock to get any harder, but it had. He wasn’t sure how he was going to come out of this situation with any of his dignity intact, but he’d worry about that later – or maybe not.
“You were in here to prank me.”
He nodded. “I’d apologise but I’m not sorry. It was revenge for the salt in my coffee.” It hadn’t worked. He was going to be suffering from blue balls for a week.
Or more.
And he wasn’t going to be able to look at her again without knowing how she looked naked.
Fuck.
The water had turned back to its normal colour. There was a chugging sound and the pressure got a bit better.
“I need to get this bathroom sorted.” She said the words at the same time as stepping over the side of the bath into the tub with him.
Jake could’ve collapsed against the peach tiles.
“Lainey…”
She picked the shower gel off the rack and squirted some into her palm. “Jake.”
“You know we’re not just going to shower in here, don’t you? If you’re thinking we are…”
“Shut up, Jake.”
He felt the weight of both her hands on his shoulders, watching the space between disappear as she moved closer to him, her nipples pushing against his chest.
Jake grew up knowing you did not look a gift horse in the mouth. Or ask Lainey questions right now about whether she was sure or what would happen after or anything that would stop the feel of her skin against his, the soft push of her stomach against his hard, heavy cock.
Arms went round his neck, his hands went to her ass, steadying her against him, and then it was her turn to kiss him first. Soft pouty lips were gentle at first, the pressure tentative, testing. Then as his fingers pressed further into her backside, she made the kiss deeper, opening her mouth for him to explore, to possess.
This wasn’t what he’d been expecting, not that he knew what he’d been expecting any longer. There wasn’t any thought for this, there wasn’t the capability to think. He explored her with his hands, running fingers over the curves of her hips, over her soft stomach and back down to her ass. He cupped her closer, wanting to savour the sensation of having her against him without the continual bickering. There was a moan, her hand reaching down his back, her nails digging in.
The bath was small, cramped, and he didn’t care. Jake turned them so her back was against the cold tiles, pushing her against them so he could hold on to her while his mouth trailed down her neck to her collar bone, kissing and nuzzling. His hand cupped one of her tits, almost coming right there and then. He pinched her nipple, coaxing the tight nub so it became harder, and then took it in his mouth. Lainey’s hand was in his hair, pulling at the strands that had become damp from the spray of the shower. She tasted of sweat and the outdoors, something he was finding far more erotic than expensive body shit that previous dates had worn. Hands abandoning her breasts, he gripped on to her hips and dropped down to his knees, pausing for a second press his lips to her belly in a kiss that would be the last tender thing he did down here.
She pulled at his hair, urging him on, and he glanced up, needing to see what effect he was having on her. Was she as turned on as he thought? Was she cross? Was there need written on her face – he wanted there to be need.
He saw her watching him, lips slightly parted, blonde hair soaked, droplets running down her skin and over her breasts.
Jake put his hands on the top of her thighs, his thumbs rubbing the sensitive skin inside as he encouraged her legs to part. He could just about catch the scent of her arousal, a scent that was far too heady. Three inches closer and he could place a kiss to that neat strip of hair just above the spot where he wanted to press his mouth and bury his tongue.
So he did.
He kissed and inhaled, then licked his way down, finding her clit swollen and sensitive. She moaned, pulled his hair. The taste of her on his tongue was making him see stars and he knew without questioning that this was going to leave him wrecked. Leaving one of her hips, he brought a hand to her centre, teasing a finger to her opening. She was slick and warm, her tightness squeezing his finger as he pushed it inside of her, pressing it in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
She was close to coming, he could tell from the unintelligible words that were spewing from her mouth and the tightness of the grip that she had on his hair. Jake toyed with the idea of edging her, bringing her closer to exploding and then stopping, but that seemed like something to enjoy another time when he wasn’t so desperate to have his own ending.
He added another digit, fingering her with a little more speed, feeling the nub inside her that he knew was adding to the pleasure she was taking. He felt her orgasm before he heard it roar from her lips. She tightened and clenched about his fingers, her hips moving of their own volition and her wetness between her legs soaking him as much as the shower. He took his fill of her sweetness, unsure when, if ever, this would happen again.
She shocked him as soon as her orgasm subsided; rather than being boneless she grabbed his arms, snatching control and guiding him up and against the wall where she had been. Without fanfare, she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, her fist at its base, eyes on his as she took him deep into her mouth.
“Don’t judge.” He managed to get the words out. “Fuck.” Jake managed to get his bearings, controlling himself enough to weave his fingers into her hair and slowly encourage her movements to a speed that meant he wasn’t going to shatter too soon. He didn’t tip his head back, looking down at her instead, her eyes open on his, the sight of his cock in her mouth bringing him almost to the end already. Her hand, mouth, the sight of her tits with water running down over them, it was all too much. Jake pulled his cock out of her mouth, not second guessing what he was about to do and used her hair as gently as he could to bring her up, using his hand over hers to come over her tits, watching as he coated her before the shower washed it away.
When his vision cleared, he saw Lainey with her cheeks still flush, her eyes still dilated, lips slightly parted. Jake crushed his mouth to hers, pulling her up to her feet and holding her close, slipping his hand between them so he could cup between her legs. She was still wet, swollen from the last orgasm, but judging how she was clinging to him, the blow job she’d just performed had riled her up again. He pressed two fingers into her again, groaning at her tightness, and used his thumb to press against her clit.
