“Yeah,” I replied hoarsely. “Just give me a minute.” Sean’s girth was more than I was used to, and the pressure bordered on pain. I took a few deep breaths, and the pressure-pain bloomed and changed into something else—oh God, yes—pleasure. “I’m good,” I said.
“Thank God,” he breathed with a laugh. “I didn’t know if I was going to make it. You’re so tight. You feel so good.” He gripped my hips with strong hands and pulled out slowly until only the tip of his cock was inside me. He leaned close to my ear and growled, “What’ll it be, baby? Nice and easy or hard and fast?”
My hole clenched around his thick cock. I missed this. Who was I kidding? Evan was right. I rarely got this from the prissy frat boys I dated. And then there was Pierce. Ugh. Stop. No thinking about that asshole while I was with this gorgeous, attentive guy. “Hard. Fast. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
Sean hummed his approval. “You got it.” He tightened his grip on my hips and pulled them toward him, driving his cock into me with one long thrust. I let out a strangled cry when he pulled out and slammed into me again. “Yes! Just like that!”
I was lost in sensation. The feel of Sean’s thick cock pounding into me. The slap of flesh hitting wet flesh. The sparkle of the light hitting the spray from the shower. Sean whispering filthy words in my ear about how good I was, how hot, how tight.
He shifted slightly and hit my prostate, and just like that, my orgasm rose like a rocket. “Sean…I’m…God. Touch me.”
Sean leaned in close, wrapped his hand around my rock-hard shaft, and growled, “Come for me, baby.”
And that was all it took. My vision went white, my mouth opening in a soundless scream as ropes of my cum hit the shower wall. I’m not sure how I remained standing. Such was the power of my climax. Sean fucked me through my orgasm, his already powerful thrusts increasing in intensity. His rhythm faltered and he growled low in his chest. He pounded into me twice more and then stilled. His cock throbbed inside my channel as warm cum filled the condom.
Sean’s arms slid around me and pulled me close, his cock still buried deep inside me. “Holy shit,” he said hoarsely. “That was incredible.”
I nodded, but all I could think was how good it felt to have his arms around me. I felt unaccountably safe with this man I barely knew.
After a couple of minutes, his cock softened and slipped out of me. He stepped away from me, and the shower door opened. There was a cool rush of air on my skin. I assumed he was throwing away the condom. He quickly returned and turned me to face him. I smiled, pushing a lock of hair off his face. I drew him down for a kiss. “You give the best showers. Long and hot.”
He smiled against my lips and slid his hands down to my ass. “Hot water on demand. I never run out.”
I pressed close to him. “Good to know.” I reached over to the corner shelf and grabbed his shampoo bottle. “May I?”
His brows rose in surprise. “Sure.”
I poured some into my palm before running my soapy hands through his shoulder-length hair. “I love your hair,” I said. “It’s so thick and soft.”
He hummed with pleasure. “That feels good. You can keep doing that forever.”
I chuckled softly. “My arms might get tired.”
I guided him under the showerhead so he could rinse off. When I started washing my hair, Sean took the bottle from me. “It’s only fair.”
Sean’s hands in my hair felt like heaven. I may have whimpered a little. How had I never done this before? I felt like I’d been deprived of touch for so very long. And maybe I had. Evan and, to a lesser extent, Raphael were the only people who hugged me. My parents never did—never had, even when I was little. Pierce never had unless it was for a photo op. Sean was always touching me. Little touches, as if to let me know he was there. His arms felt so good around me that I never wanted him to let go. How much trouble was I in with this man?
THIRTEEN
SEAN
Jeremy and I were pretty waterlogged when we stumbled over to my bed. I threw back the rumpled bedclothes and dragged him down next to me. He snuggled in like he always belonged there, and hell if I was complaining. I pulled the covers up over us and kissed his damp hair. “Not gonna lie, you feel good next to me.”
He nuzzled into the crook of my neck and murmured, “Same.”
We lay there for a while, dozing in and out. It was probably around noon, and I was likely needed somewhere, but I didn’t give a shit. I couldn’t remember when I’d felt this comfortable with someone in my bed. I knew I needed to get up soon, but I didn’t want to let him go. So instead, I asked, “Can I ask you something?”
Jeremy lifted his head and opened one eye. “Okay,” he answered a bit cautiously.
I pulled him closer and ran my hand down his back. “You said that it’s been a long time since you’ve had sex. I’m trying to figure out why. You’re brilliant, funny, talented as fuck, and gorgeous to boot. I don’t understand why someone hasn’t scooped you up already.”
There was that blush again. So freaking adorable. “Thank you,” he said with a smile. “That’s not exactly a question, but it’s really nice to hear you say that.”
I ran my fingers through his silky hair. “I mean it. You’re great to be around. It’s kind of weird how comfortable I am with you. I thought you were going to be this pain-in-the-ass, stuck-up diva, but you’re really down to earth.”
Jeremy smiled sadly and shook his head. “Pierce was forever telling me how difficult I was.”
“Pierce?” I asked.
