She’s afraid.
Jay let out a squeak when he put his hands on her shoulders. He waited a beat before fanning his fingers out, working his thumbs into the muscle until he felt her unkink. Standing as close as he was, he actuallyfelther shuddering sigh as he smoothed his hands down her arms.
“What . . . are you doing?” Her voice was a little high.
“Playing with you.” He drew her hair away from her nape and she tensed again as his cock rubbed against her ass. “You’re so skittish. Come back here.”
He looped his arm around her waist and kissed the back of her neck, stroking the soft curve of her belly. A shiver wracked her body, causing water to cascade over them both as he partially unblocked the spray. “Nick,” she said, sounding frightened.
“Just relax while Daddy has his fun.” His bite had her arching, and her nipples were tight when he ran his hand possessively over her front. Playfully, he bumped her ass with his hip, and she yelped again before covering her own mouth in a way that made him laugh. “I promise I’m not going to fuck you.”
The breath she let out was unsteady as she reached for the shampoo. “Stop messing around.”
Nicholas relinquished his hold on her curvy waist, leaning back against the tile as he watched her lather the soap into her curls, breathing in the sweet steam. When she tilted her head back, tossing her damp hair over her shoulders as she rinsed, he said, casually, “Did you ever let your nice waiter boyfriend fuck you in the ass?”
Her fingers stumbled and she made a strange noise, like a backwards wheeze.
“No?” he said, satisfied. “Oh, good.”
Jay spun around to glare at him, which was a mistake on her part, because it gave him an unobstructed view of her body, and he was far from being too polite to stare.
“You are—” She shook her head angrily. “Unbelievable.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said lazily, watching her angry blush suffuse her cheekbones with pleasure. “Did you get all the soap out of your hair?”
Jay folded her arms. “Why?”
“I want you up against the wall.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to tongue-fuck that sour expression right off your cute little face.”
Her mouth fell open. For a moment, she was too flustered to respond. When he pushed off from the wall, she backed to the other side and began to stammer, “You c-can’t say things like that in here. My neighbors share a bathroom wall with me.”
It only took a single step to close the distance. “So?”
“So they can hear you,” she hissed up at him.
“Oh? You think your neighbors might find out how eager you are to ride my face with my fingers inside you? I think so, too.”
“Nicholas! They havechildren!” Her blush had migrated down to her chest. Apple-red and light brown, like polished jasper.Beautiful, he thought, and then his eyes dipped lower.
“Spread your fucking legs. Now.”
She gave him a defiant look but her legs edged just the slightest distance apart, and that was all the encouragement he needed to drop to his knees and shove her thighs the rest of the way open. Her angry little lecturing voice morphed into a whimper when he pulled her forward by the hips.
With a satisfied sound, he hitched one of her legs over his back and sealed his mouth over her. “Oh mygod.” Her voice went faint as she canted towards him. “Nicholas—”
“Look at you, trying to climb my face. You always did love my mouth.”
She yanked his hair for that. Vicious little bird. He approved, rasping his tongue over the hood of her clit until the skin of her thighs trembled beneath his touch and she fell back against the tiled wall, panting, as hot water dripped over her bare skin like a clear coat of glistening paint.
He moved with her, giving her a fiery kiss that had the tension melting from her spine as his hand slid up her thigh to cup her ass in his palm. “Yes,” she moaned, “oh god, right there.”
With a sigh that made her tremble, he slid his fingers into her cunt and began pumping his hand in time to his mouth: slow strokes that nearly had her doubling over his shoulder with her arm looped around the back of his head. Her stomach muscles flexed as she struggled to breathe steadily, and all those little sounds she was making hummed right against his temple.
“If you keep moaning like that, everyone’s going to know what a slutty girl you are.” He pitched his voice low. “Your room number’s on your door. All your neighbors will find out exactly how the beautiful little whore in 215 likes to get fucked.”
