I don’t bother trying to fight it, knowing it’s a completely lost cause. No sooner are the words out of her mouth than I moan, “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Cum spurts out, some flying through the air while most of it just overflows from the tip onto my hand as I curse and moan, eyes locked with hers as she continues to talk me through it. I stroke myself a few more times after I’ve finished, wanting to make sure I’ve gotten every last drop out. She’s now standing there looking particularly proud of herself, though I can tell from her stance that she’s likely feeling a certain way.
Reaching back, I pull the shower head down, keeping my eyes locked with hers as I let the water run down my chest and over my dick before lowering the stream of water, making a good show of washing my cum down the drain.
She shakes her head and says, “What a waste.”
I chuckle and then say, “For now, it will have to do.”
I give myself a quick soaping up to remove the residual film of ejaculate from my skin. I turn off the water, making sure all the rest of the fancy dials are off before walking toward the shower door. She’s standing on the rug holding a large bath towel out in front of her and I stop just inside the door and say, “Are you going to dry me now?”
She nods and says, “Just the parts I can reach easily.”
I consider arguing but can tell by the look in her eye there’s no point, so I step out and then stand there allowing her to dry me in all the places she finds accessible. Then I take the towel from her, quickly drying the harder to reach places. Once I’m done drying myself, I hang the towel to dry, and when I turn back she’s standing there holding clean clothes for me. “Thankyou,” I say as I take the clothes from her and then as I’m dressing myself I ask, “Are you okay?”
She bobs her head back and forth, but she’s smiling as she responds, “Happy to report that the thrums of desire are still a thing.”
I frown, completely unsure of what I should say. I open my mouth to apologize but she puts her hand up and adds, “It was the perfect way for me to test the waters, so don’t you dare apologize.”
I search her gaze, needing some sort of reassurance that she’s truly okay. She stares back steadily, lips curved up in a smile that meets her eyes, so I say, “I’m going to need you to take the lead on this, Cass. This may require you to provide more explicit instructions than you’re used to, but until I know for sure that you’re physically and emotionally ready for that kind of intimacy, I’m not going to be taking the lead.”
She nods her understanding but then her expression turns coy as she drawls, “So you’ll do anything I ask?”
“Uh,” I hesitate, already hearing the echoes of Declan and some of the guys having a laugh at the demands their own wives have made on them. “I mean, maybe.”
“Don’t look so worried, Ren,” she teases. “You can trust me.”
The look on her face does not scream trust at all, but she doesn’t wait for me to respond, just saunters out if the room, making a show of waving her ass at me.
And I just stand there, knowing full well I’m in trouble.
And not giving one fuck about it.
35
DEMONS
REN
“I do not wantto go to practice today.”
“Then don’t,” Cassidy offers helpfully, grinning at me. “You can stay here and couch rot with me.”
“What would my boss say if he knew you were encouraging me to skip out on my job?”
Cassidy pretends to cough. “But I’m sick.”
Laughing, I nudge her with my elbow. “You trying to get my fired?”
“Actually,” she replies, her tone completely serious. “You better keep that job cause you being around all the time would be terrible.”
I give her a dirty look. “You could come if you want. Unless you have some plans.”
“Actually, some legal assistant person is bringing by some documents for me to look over,” she responds. “But also, the thought of going back there makes me feel ill.”
I grimace. “Well, maybe it’ll pass before playoffs?”
“Worse case, I only go to away games.”
