Me:How am I just now finding out that you work at Gravity?
Axel:Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I needed to provide you with updates, sis.
Axel:I’m surprised you’re just finding out now. I figured your boyfriend would’ve told you a while ago.
How the fuck does he know I’m with Ryker? Oh my god.
Me:Please, for the love of god, don’t tell mom. Please
Axel:Sure whatever you say.
Me:I mean it, Axel. I’m going to tell her, I just need more time.
Axel:Yeah yeah. I'm not gonna tell her. I’d have to talk to her for that to happen, but even if I did, your secret is safe.
Me:Thank you. I guess we can talk at the club tonight, instead of meeting for coffee, like we’d planned.
Axel:Sure. See you then.
Ryker is already in the shower and under the water when I get there. Both of his arms are outstretched as he leans against the shower tiles. This is my favorite room in the apartment. It’s spacious with frosted glass walls, so all I can do is stare at the blurred outline of his perfect form.
“Get your fine ass in here,” Ryker says in a low, husky, commanding tone. When I slide the door open, steam quickly billows out and he’s looking directly at me like he’s about to devour me.
I don’t think I’ll ever not want him to.
Stepping into the heat filled shower, my eyes focus on the ripped muscles of his back. When he turns, I regard him for along moment, letting my eyes roam his body, from his wet hair that's slicked back, off his face, all the way down to his–fuck me sideways–his dick is pointing at me like it’s a heat missile and I’m its target. My mouth goes dry and I take a long, slow swallow at the sight.
“I–uh–I have to shave today.”
Smooth Arabella.
Real smooth.
I shouldn’t get nervous like this around him anymore, but when he looks at me like I'm his last meal, it’s impossible to tame the butterflies in my belly. “But I can wait until you’re done. It’s a process that no one needs to see. I’m about as graceful as a baby giraffe trying to get its legs under it.”
“Sit,” he commands and I swear I’ll never understand why just one word can be so effective in making my core melt and my clit throb. Without thinking, I sit on the bench across from him and the thought occurs too late that I should have taken the opportunity to disobey him.It’s fine, Arabella, you have time.
My eyes gravitate, once again, to his rock hard erection and I’m suddenly salivating. I’d give anything to get on my knees and suck his soul out through his cock.
“Are you done eye fucking me, Bella? My eyes are up here.” His hands draw a lazy line from his cock to his baby blues.
“Sorry, Sir. I just–” Once again, I’m dickmatized and can’t form a complete sentence.
His gaze is heated as he watches me sitting here, anxiously awaiting further instruction.
“It’s okay, I know how much you love my cock. He loves you too, but it’s not his turn yet.” He closes the gap between us and reaches out to caress my chin with his thumb. “Lean back for me. Put both of your feet on the bench, spread your legs and scoot your ass all the way to the edge.”
I do as he says, propping myself up on my forearms. The bench isn’t big enough to lay down completely, but it’s not entirely uncomfortable. He adjusts the shower spray so it’s not hitting him in the face, then kneels in front of the bench, putting his face level with my sex. He’s close enough I can feel the warmth of his breath against my pussy lips. It’s equal parts intimate and vulnerable.
He slides his thumb along my already wet slit, slowly parting them until he finds my already engorged clit. “Has anyone ever shaved you?”
“No, Sir.” The words come out broken as he lazily strokes the bundle of nerves. Is he about to do what I think he’s about to do?
“Good.” His voice is sweet, like honey and it soothes me in a way I didn’t realize I needed. “I like having firsts with you. If it were up to me, any you have left will be mine.” If I could form words, I’d tell him they’re already his, becauseI’mhis.
Before he covers my aching pussy with the smooth, creamy lotion that’s waiting beside me, he leans forward and takes one long, slow swipe of his tongue, starting at my ass and ending at my clit. The contact of his tongue against my most sensitive spot causes my entire body to spasm.
“Mmmm, that feels so good, Sir,” I moan.
