“’Kay.”
Rafe hated shower sex, mostly because his six-five frame barely fit in most showers, but Sloan’s invite was all he needed to hear for all the blood in his body to start making its way to his crotch. He cleaned the kitchen in record time, then stopped in his bedroom to grab a few condoms before he made his way upstairs. He’d only been in Sloan’s bedroom to deliver her purse and some clothes that had gotten mixed in with Addison and Avery’s laundry. It felt a whole lot different to be invited.
Just the sound of the rushing water made Rafe’s cock swell even more. He stepped into Sloan’s massive master bathroom and immediately realized shower sex wouldn’t be a problem. She looked small in the huge shower that ran the length of the wall. The ceiling was almost as high as the vaulted ceiling in the bedroom, but even if he’d been dealing with a shitty stand-up shower stall, it wouldn’t stop him from joining her under the warm spray.
Rafe hadn’t had a chance to see her completely naked in good lighting yet and fuck was he glad they’d finally got some real time alone. The sight of her beautiful brown skin soaking wet, white soapy suds slipping down her body. Her braids were piled high on her head, safe from the water. She’d already wet her face and Rafe caught a glimpse of a few drops running down her chin.
“You coming in?” she asked.
Rafe didn’t respond. He just watched the smile spread across her face as he started peeling off his clothes. Once he was undressed, he pulled a condom out of his jeans’ pocket and stepped in the shower behind her. She dropped the washcloth she had in her hand on the marble shower seat and set about rinsing off. Rafe was content to watch, stroking himself as her hands moved up and down over her heavy breasts, again and again, until one hand started its journey south.
“Uh uh,” Rafe said, sounding like a caveman who wouldn’t be denied. He grabbed Sloan’s hand and pulled her closer. He spun her and pressed her back and her perfect, round, tight ass against him. He heard her gasp, and it only spurred him on. His hand slid between her legs and fuck the water, but she was wet as hell. Rafe moved his fingers around, spreading her pussy lips even more, lightly pinching her clit.
She made a desperate noise, something between a whine and a moan. They’d been able to sneak in some fun throughout the week, but Rafe had been intentionally holding back. They hadn’t had the time or the privacy to do all the things he wanted to do. Like running his mouth over every inch of her body.
Rafe leaned down. Nudging her head to the side, Rafe brushed his lips down the length of her neck. She started squirming, craning her neck even more, swirling her hips against his hand. He brushed his mouth down even farther, giving her shoulder a gentle bite before gliding his tongue over the spot where his teeth had just been.
He kept licking and sucking until he found the perfect sweet spot in the middle of her neck. Sloan arched hard against him, shoving her own fingers between her legs to join him. Rafe gave in, bending his knees a bit to make up for the height difference so he could easily press two fingers inside of Sloan’s warm cunt. She spread her thighs, welcoming him into her slick, warm pussy. She rode his fingers until she was calling out his name.
“Fuck, oh my god,” she groaned. The sound was enough to force a bit of precum out of Rafe’s dick. He had to get inside of her.
He kept his fingers in place and his mouth on her skin until she stopped trembling. She was still breathing hard when he turned her around and scooped her up by the backs of her thighs. Her legs went tight around his waist and her arms clung to his shoulders. If they didn’t have real shit to do day in and day out, Rafe could see himself just walking around everywhere with her body hanging off his, their mouths fused together.
“You like picking me up, don’t you?” she panted. He looked back at her as her gaze scanned every inch of his face. He was busy taking her in too. Her big brown eyes, her fucking perfect lips. Christ, the dimples. Even her damn nose was cute.
“I think you like it when I pick you up.”
“I do,” she said and then something passed over her features. Rafe wasn’t sure what, but he saw the flicker in her eye and the way her cheek clenched. “Take your time with me,” she said. Rafe thought about the day she’d had. The time she’d had to spend with Drew, the years she’d had to spend with him. How he had been her first and only experience with men and relationships.
Rafe didn’t know what had been the final thing to push Sloan into leaving Drew, but it had been enough to hurt her. Sure, she wasn’t referring to that very moment when her marriage ended, but if she was hinting at something deeper, he was hearing her loud and clear.
“I can make that happen,” was his response. A little smile touched her lips before she kissed him. He kissed her right back, giving her thighs a little squeeze as their tongues slid together. Fuck, he loved kissing her. He loved everything about her. He broke their kiss just long enough to move them over to the marble shower seat, and as soon as his ass hit the cold, wet surface, his mouth was back on hers again, savoring every bit of their connection, especially where her pussy was now rubbing up against his dick.
Without pulling away, he reached over on the bench and found the condom. He opened the wrapper and easily sheathed himself. Then he pulled away, cupping Sloan’s cheek in his large palm. Her eyes went to his again and this time all he saw was pure lust.
“Do you want to sit on it?”
She just nodded, then reached between them and took of hold of his cock. Rafe let out a groan of his own as she stroked him, her fist moving up and down. Finally she took pity on him. She sat up on her knees, aligning the head of his aching erection with her warm opening. His eyes refused to stay open as she pushed down, taking every single inch he had to offer. Sloan started to move her hips, clenching her pussy around him. Rafe wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, meeting the motions of her hips with his own.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against her ear.
“Oh babe,” she whimpered back. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come, baby. Come on me.” That seemed to be just what she needed. Sloan clung to him, her chin digging into his shoulder as her pussy flexed and released down his length. He held on, pumping into her hard and fast until his balls seized up and that bolt of energy shot up his spine. He filled the condom inside of her as her hips continued to move. Rafe had no plan to move any time soon, but Sloan suddenly slipped off his lap and moved to her knees on the shower floor. She swiftly, but carefully, slipped the condom off and started to lick him clean. As his dick softened, she kept lightly stroking him, moving her mouth down to his balls. After a minute or so, he lifted her off the floor and kissed her deep. The water was still running, but he couldn’t think of a better way to waste some water.
13
It should have been physically impossible for Sloan to wake up this aroused, but when she opened her eyes the first thing she noticed—well, the second thing she noticed—was not only how wet she was, but how badly her clit was aching. And this wasn’t residual arousal, left over from the last time Rafe had been inside her sometime after midnight, after they’d dried off and lotioned up and pulled together a feast of leftovers that they stuffed themselves with while watching more episodes ofMatch Made in Paradise.
No, this was fresh and urgent. Maybe she’d had a sex dream she didn’t remember or maybe some switch in her body had been flipped. It knew quality dick was present and available on-demand, if Rafe was up for it, of course. Maybe she’d be this turned on forever.
After she realized that she was alone in her bed again, she knew she wasn’t going to get the instant relief that could come from a morning quickie. It was official. Sloan was turning into a sex addict and the only person who could administer the fix was nowhere to be seen in her bedroom. She’d go find him in a minute, but first she checked her phone. There was a text from Xeni.
Download LetsChat.
We’re adding you to our group chat.
Sloan sat up in her bed, gasping out loud. This is what it must have been like to be popular in high school. A hot boyfriend with a motorcycle and cool girls who wanted to be friends with you. She downloaded the app, then searched for Xeni’s number.
