I stand up, dropping my clothes behind me as I strip and head to the bathroom.
I’m alone while I turn it on and check the temperature, and I’ve gotten inside by the time he joins me. He has taken his shirt off and leans in the doorway, watching me with a fond little smile.
“I fucking love your hair, have I ever told you that?”
“I kind of figured it out for myself,” I say, laughing, and shaking it out behind me as I stand under the spray. “I honestly think I might date you just for this shower.”
“If that’s what it takes.”
He strips off his pants and briefs, never taking his eyes off me as he steps into the shower and beneath the spray. His hands come around my body as he stands with his chest against my back.
Instinctively, my hand moves down behind me to his cock, but his hips move away as he blows out a breath.
“What?” I ask anxiously.
“You’ve had a pretty shitty day. One of the shittiest, you don’t need to?—”
I turn around, my anger flaring as I shove him against the wall of the shower. He hisses at the cold tiles as I put my hand around his cock and squeeze.
“Jesus, Jax.”
“Are we no longer fucking now that we’re dating?”
“What? I just wanted to give you some time to?—”
“I’m talking,” I say, squeezing even harder.
“Fuuuuck, would you, uh, would you stop that?” he pleads as I stroke his cock all the way to the tip.
“The Gray Jones I know wants sex all the time. I would like him back, please, even if he isn’t paying me anymore, he can still fuck me like he is.”
He moans, his head falling back against the tiles as he rocks his hips against my hands. I’m just getting into the rhythm of it when an involuntary yelp leaves my mouth as he flips us around and pins my hands above my head.
“You know, I think you’re right,” he says thoughtfully, pushing his hips against mine. “I’m gonna miss throwing money all over you,” he licks up my neck, making me shudder. “I liked rubbing it over your clit, too. You were such a little slut for it.”
“Oh my god, Gray.”
I collapse back against the shower wall as he lifts me up, parting my legs and stepping in between them.
“Are you asking me to fuck you?” he says, his fingers moving over my ass as I try to balance against the wall.
“Yes.”
“How badly do you want it?” he asks, circling his tongue around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. My hand plunges into his hair as he uses his tongue in the most excruciating way.
“I need it,” I whisper as he drops me down, his cock rubbing against the entrance to my body.
“How bad?”
He steps back a little, his hand running down over my stomach as his other hand supports my ass against the shower wall. His fingers push into me, gently at first and then sliding further, scissoring as I groan above him. He chuckles low in the back of his throat.
“Oh, youareready for it. Have I left you waiting too long?”
“You’re an asshole.”
I suck in a breath as he pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his cock. There’s been hardly any prep, and it’s tight as he pushes in, inch by inch.
“I’m gonna fuck you in every room in this house,Jacqueline, until you’re screaming for it. Begging me to fill you up with my cum.”
