Shit.With a squeak, I darted toward the bathroom. For a muscular guy, Shay was freaking fast. I barely made it inside the door before he had his arms around me, pinning my back to his chest. His chuckle soft, he nuzzled my neck. I bit my lip to hide my shiver. It didn’t work.
“I came for breakfast, Blue, and I aim to get it.”
“People don’t eat in the bathroom. Kitchens through the door behind you,” I snapped, my chest heaving with the effort of trying to dislodge his hold around me.
“I’m on a high calorie diet and what I plan to eat is exactly the energy I need,” he murmured into my ear and another shiver raced through my body. “Ever taste yourself, baby? Your pussy’s a delicate addiction.”
“Oh...my God...” When did he become a dirty talker. Perhaps he’d always been one and I never got the chance to see it. Regardless, it turned me on. “You’re not serious,” I said, hating that my body always reacted on cue toward him as wetness flooded my shorts.
Why can’t I control myself around him.
Usually, I’d fend of men with just my expression. Only, Shay Donovan was immune to my ‘get lost’ vibes. Okay, scrap that. Technically I didn’t want him to get lost, but he was still untouchable and that didn’t seem to faze him.
“Ever known me not to be?” He nudged me forward, kicking the door shut behind him.
“You’re crazy. Plus, Griffin is...wait, where is my son. You need to leave. Caleb might drop by,” I babbled whatever hit my tongue.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head. Griffin is preoccupied and Caleb can join us if he wants but I’m a greedy man and I don’t share...especially not you,” he whispered the last part sending a delirious tremble through me.
His hand slid down my body until he reached my skimpy shorts. I bit my lip to keep from shaking as he eased his hand inside the waistband. “Hmm, no panties, nice.” He grazed his teeth along my ear, slipping two fingers inside my pussy and I shuddered hard. “So wet, baby, is that all for me?”
I couldn’t speak.
He fucked me in a slow, delirious taunt until I groaned. “Tell me Caleb makes you feel like this, Blue. That you’ve never imagined my tongue fucking your pussy. That you’ve never finger-fucked yourself to thoughts of me. That when Caleb fucked you, you never imagined it was my cock sinking deep inside you. How I’d fuck your pussy nice and slow or hard and fast whichever way you want it? Tell me, baby.”
When I refused to speak, he fucked me harder and I gripped his hand secured around my stomach, my hips arching and my butt rubbing against his hard on, a low groan rolling off my lips.
“Say the word, Blue and I’ll give you what you want.”
He released me and idiotically I shot into the shower. I turned around, my back hitting the white tiles. Head cocked to one side, his lips curved in a devilish smile, dipping that dimple. God, just that look alone, and I was past foreplay. I wanted him so badly, heat spread wildfire through my body, and I whimpered.
He swallowed a moan sucking off his fingers. “So fucking sweet.” His expression one of awe like he’d never tasted me before.
Again, stupid me turned on the faucet, hoping to dissuade his approach. Cold water scoured my skin, and I hissed in a breath, staring at him through the rainfall. Silently, I dared him to come closer at the same time, willing him to leave. Everything about him seduced me into wanting him, encouraged me to touch, provoked desire.
“You think that’s going to stop me, Blue?” My jaw dropped as he walked into the shower, fully clothed. Water cascading around him, he leaned closer. “Take it off.” He touched a finger to the shorts. I hesitated. “Or I rip it off.”
My God, this wasn’t the Shay I knew, but my pussy liked him because the slut wouldn’t stop tingling. Eyes on him, I push down on the waist band of the shorts and let it slide down my legs. He took a step back, his gaze running down my body in a soft appraisal. I blushed hard resisting the urge to hide my pussy.
He leaned down, put his hands around my thighs and lifted me. “Grab it and don’t let go,” he warned, gesturing to the showerhead.
Although I frowned, I did as he asked. He left me hanging, just the tips of my toes touching the floor for a second before he dropped to his knees, the water falling over him like showers of blessing, slid his arms under my thighs and lifted. It brought his face close to my pussy. Anticipation swirled in my stomach.
He nipped my inner thighs and shocked, I bucked hard. “Keep still,” he scolded, his words vibrating through my folds. He threw my legs over his shoulders, tilting me back against the wall. His tongue sliced through me, and a loud moan fell from my lips. I shuddered, trying to hold on to the shower head. Licking me gently, he massaged my clit with his tongue. I closed my eyes, trying not to moan but each time he swirled his tongue, I let out another whimper.
“You’re so fucking wet, Blue, you’re leaking in my mouth.” He groaned and supporting my ass with one hand, he slipped two thick fingers inside of me, pushing them as far as they would go. My eyes fluttered open as he added a third finger. “So tight, baby.” I blushed. “Doesn’t Caleb stretch this pussy?” I glowered at him, and his smirk was too damned handsome to ignore. Brow cocked, he waited for me to say something.
And when I didn’t, he pulled out his fingers, grasped my thighs and buried his head in my pussy, devouring me. “Oh, God,” I cried out over and over. Then he pushed his tongue impossibly deeper. I couldn’t hang on and let go of the shower head, but he held me up against the wall. I shoved my hands into his hair, grabbing fistfuls to keep my balance. The firmer my grip, the harder his tongue swirled around my clit, sucking, biting. Ruthless. Steadfast.
I was shaking so hard, I could hardly breathe. My need for him far outweighing my stance to remain adamant and not give in. “Fuck me, Shay,” the words were out before I could stop them.
He pulled back. “Finally,” he murmured, the satisfaction on his face more delight than arrogance. Lowering my legs to the floor, he stood then took my hand and rolled it over his hard on. “Take it out.” He let go of my hand.
My bottom lip between my teeth, I fumbled with his jeans either from the falling water or anticipation, I wasn’t sure. When I withdrew his cock, I gasped at the sight of the veined thickness I’d dreamed of so many times.
“Stroke it,” he coaxed. With a gentle touch, I rolled my fingers over him. “Harder,” he groaned. I squeezed him harder, and he let out a guttural growl. Shutting off the water, he grasped me in his arms and sat down with his back against the wall and me on his lap. He kissed me slowly, taking his sweet time to explore my mouth, leaving me panting for more before he faced me away from him. “Lean back and straddle me,” he kissed my neck. When I did as he asked, he palmed his cock and teased me with the head, rubbing it against my slit, repeatedly.
I groaned low in my throat, leaning my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. My pussy tingled and my body shook each time he skimmed my clit.
