Later, after we’d shampooed each other’s hair and I’d palmed my dick while watching her shave her legs withmyrazor, I pushed her against the shower wall. She shivered when her back met the cool tiles.
“Let’s make a deal, angel.”
“What are you suggesting?”
She nudged her hips farther into mine, sliding them up and down my cock in a figure eight motion that nearly had me seeing stars.
Not so fast, angel.
My grip tightened on her hips, holding her hostage against the shower wall. She sighed with pleasure when one of my hands climbed her body, skimming over the beads of water dripping off her tits, slipping around the back of her neck to hold her there for my taking.
“A renegotiation.”
Her eyes darkened with need. She wasn’t the only one aching for more, but this time we were playing by my rules. I was more than willing to wait her out. However long it took.
“What do you want?” she asked breathlessly.
I tilted her head back and lowered my lips to hers. “Everything.” My mouth found her cheek next. “No more rules.” Her ear. “No more games.” Her neck. “Just you and me.” She shivered when my teeth scraped her chin. “And whatever happens between us.”
Her eyes reluctantly blinked open when I loosened my hold on her neck. It was almost as though she were caught up in a dream that she didn’t want to wake up from. How could I tell her that having her in my arms like this was a dream come true?
“Think you can handle that?” She nodded her head. “Should we shake on it?”
The slight upturn of her lips made me swallow nervously.
“I have a better idea,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
We were moving before I could even catch my breath. Suddenly, I was the one pinned up against the tiles and she was . . . dropping to her knees in front of me. She wrapped a hand around my cock and squeezed. Hard enough for me to groan.
“Is this okay?”
I caressed her jaw. “Angel, just so we’re clear, you never need permission for that.”
The corner of her mouth hooked up in a devilish grin, just before she leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of my throbbing cock.
“Nessa,” I hissed, my hips giving an involuntary thrust.
“I’ve been dreaming about your cock in my mouth for weeks, Jared. Thinkyoucan handle that?
How did she expect me to put together a coherent sentence when she was stroking me harshly, painting her lips with the precum beading my tip? “Fuck, I love it when you say my name.”
I cupped the back of her neck with one hand and used the other to tuck my cock against the corner of her lips, pressing until she gently coaxed them open. My god, she was stunning, like a siren rising from the depths of the ocean.
“That’s right, angel.” I nearly passed out when she sucked me inside her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed when I thrust myself deeper. “Show me how much you want this cock.”
Show me how much you want me.
Nessa
It was a beautiful day for a three-mile run. You know, assuming you were into that kind of thing.
It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy running. I had gone through a jogging phase in my twenties when I could barely afford a gym membership, let alone a Happy Meal. But like all phases, I’d grown out of it. I preferred not torturing my legs and lungs in the hope of tricking my brain to release chemicals that supposedly made me feel good.
“Exercise gives you endorphins; endorphins make you happy.”
Yeah, well, so did pie andThe Real Housewivesfranchise. Take that, Elle Woods.
A glass clinked to my left. I turned just in time to see June chugging straight from the bottle. “June, the rosé is for runners.”
