“I don’t think I can try anything on right now.” I breathed. He hooked his hands under my arms and pulled me onto his lap. He smoothed his hand on the back of my head.
“I’ll buy it all. Let’s get you home.”
Chapter Seven
Iperched on the edge of the bathtub. Asking him to shave me was a bad idea, but despite my reservation, he seemed so pleased that it made me nervous. The cold wall touched my shoulders and I shivered, but Alpha seemed too focused on moving my legs around. He placed one of my feet on the edge of the bath and pulled my other ankle up, resting it on his shoulder. I moved my toes against his muscled shoulder. Water sloshed from him moving around as he shook a can. His long fingers lathered the shaving cream on my mound. I bit my lip, trying to hold still. I watched his fingers glide down to coat the sides of my entrance. Those touches were causing my core to clench. He reached into the bowl sitting on the other ledge and grabbed the razor sitting inside.
Focus narrowed his eyes, and he leaned his head down as he placed the blades to my mound. In a smooth glide he shaved a strip. I exhaled. Oh, that wasn’t too bad. After moving the razor around in the bowl to rinse it off, he returned and got to work. I sat under the close focus of his gaze until my pussy was bald, and by that point I positively throbbed.
I clenched my hands. Alpha dropped the razor in the bowl and wet his hand to smooth the remnants of shaving cream off me. Tickles made my hips move.
“Tch, bunny, stop wiggling around.” He tapped my inner thigh, looking up at me from between them as he finished rinsing me off.
“I’m aching,” I whined.
His eyebrows furrowed with worry. “Does my Nina ache here?” He lightly brushed his fingers against my clit and down my slit.
“Yes,” I cried.
“Poor bunny, she’s seeping. Does she need to be filled?”
I nodded frantically and my palm moved to my folds to apply pressure. I whimpered. “I need you.”
He clicked his tongue, brows still drawn in concern. He took hold of my wrist to remove my touch from my needy folds. I shoved my foot against his shoulder, but I was no match for his strength. Samuel brought his mouth down, covering my clit. I gasped, staring at him in awe. His warm tongue lashed against my clit, rolling it side to side.
“Alpha!”
I arched my hips, using my foot braced on the ledge to get more pressure. He gave in to me and slipped two fingers into my channel, working them in with some force because my pussy kept clenching. As soon as he was seated to his knuckles, I shot into an orgasm. He pulled back and liquid sprayed across his chin, mimicking my throbs. He fastened his mouth back on me.
I screamed, my head falling back as my legs jerked, but he didn’t stop eating out my pussy. The cold of the wall no longer bothered me, I floated on a cloud, and each of his long licks inside my channel curled my toes. Boneless to the max, I slid forward, falling into his arms. He pulled me into the bath water cuddling me close. I nuzzled his neck with a satisfied sigh.
“I am so sorry,” I mumbled, muffled.
“For what, bunny?” His palm rubbed my back in a soothing caress.
“I-I gushed.” Shame washed my face pink.
His chuckle vibrated my chest. “I love your pleasure, Nina. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now let’s wash your hair,” he murmured, trying to pull me off.
“No.” I tightened my arms around his neck, clinging like a monkey. His chuckle did naughty things to me. I rubbed my pussy against his abs, shuddering.
“My needy bunny,” he murmured huskily. He gripped my hips and pried my arms off him with me complaining the entire time. Forcing my back to his chest, he speared me on his cock. I sighed, and stopped fighting him. His large cock felt so thick. I whimpered, grinding down until I could seat myself on his knot.
He hissed a breath out between his teeth.
But his hands still went to my hair, and he lathered the strands up, hips softly thrusting.
“Alpha,” I whined.
“Shh, bunny, do as I say.”
I pouted and ground on his cock as he rubbed shampoo though my hair. His phone vibrated next to the sink. He swung his head toward it but continued to slowly rub my scalp until it stopped. Then it started up again. He sighed and gripped my hips, thrusting up into me once with a hiss.
“It’s my personal phone. I have to answer.” He hoisted me off him and the loss of him inside made me feel hollow. Watersloshed around the tub as he stepped out and he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He picked the phone up. His shoulders incrementally stiffened as he listened to the buzzing voice on the other end.
“Fucking Oliver.” He hissed. “I’ll be right back, bunny.” He hung up and set the phone down and left the bathroom. I frowned but finished washing my hair, then pulled the drain.
I wrapped myself in the towel. His phone buzzed from the counter again. He’d said it was the one hehadto answer . . . I hurried over, hand hovering. I could just take a message.
