“You look so ducking sexy.”
“Ducking?”
“No, I mean, ducking sexy. Damn it! What’s wrong with my mouth? It’s so dry and it’s like it’s stuck on damn autocorrect. F-f-f. F-u-c-k-i-n-g. You look fucking sexy, Amelie.”
“Thanks. I’m just going to rinse off.” I tell him, stepping into the shower.
“Good plan! Me too!”
He dives and tackles me under the spray and I curse him out as my hair gets soaked. I wasn’t planning on washing it and if I go to bed with it wet, I’ll look like a banshee tomorrow.
“Kalen,” I groan.
“Yeah? You like that, sis?” he murmurs against my neck, caressing me. My groan of frustration and annoyance turns to one of need and desire as his fingers travel south to my hip.
“We should get you clean,” I tell him.
“We should get you dirty,” he counters, biting my neck lightly.
It’s hot, and my body reacts like a damn carnival ride, lighting up at his attention. It’s been so long and I really, really need this. But I can’t shake the fact that we’re both covered in piss and golden showers are not my thing. Each to their own, I’d never kink shame, but my most vanilla boyfriend would probably cry if he pissed himself during sex.
“Let’s take a rain check on it this evening, Kalen, and see how you feel in the morning.”
I’m conscious of the fact that he’s already hard against my stomach, and if he pees himself right now it could be like a fountain or a fire hose going off. I don’t want piss in my eye, thank you very much.
Kalen whimpers like I just kicked a puppy, but I ignore it and get to work on cleaning us both up with copious amounts of shower gel. If this had happened to Elsie right now, she’d probably be bathing in bleach.
While I wouldn’t go that far, I do scrub my skin a little harder than is probably necessary. Kalen exits the shower in a sulk and I let him go, needing to sort my hair out.
By the time I’m done, I find him spreadeagled on my bed, naked and asleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Amelie
I wake to the sound of Susan buzzing. It's been a hot minute since I’ve even used her, I kinda miss her leading me on random goose chases. I swear she got me lost more times than she actually led me to where I needed to be. Kalen’s strong frame is wrapped around me, so I gently lift his arm and slip out from beneath him, then head over to my desk where Susan is sitting. I open the Knox Academy social page and photos from last night are plastered over it. It wasn’t even a Knox party and Kalen still made the page. I laugh at the photos of Onyx trying to catch him and murder him after he puked on his shoes. There are also photos of Kalen doing a beer bong while doing a handstand, which was the cause of him puking in the first place.
There are even photos of Elsie and Jasper with some nasty comments. Marcia leads the pack with her vile words. I type a reply under the image. #Jealousyisacurse, #Dontknowwhatyougotuntilitsgone and a winky face. I watch as more comments go up and see Adrianne has started.
TheRealB*tchOG: Take this down or your ass is mine.
MaRcIa01: Bring it, new girl.
This is where I need someone on my side to remove unwanted crap online. Getting that Mackenzie girl on board would be perfect. I put Susan back on my desk and make a note to call Monty to send him to retrieve the girl and get her enrolled at Knox Academy. She’s currently sitting in a cell somewhere labelled a danger to society, but surely he has some pull. He managed to get me here from a different damn country after all.
The smell of urine still lingers in the air and I decide to shower before Kalen wakes up. I glance over at him as he stirs, his hair’s grown back enough that it falls across his face.
Leaving the bathroom door ajar, I run the water as hot as I can handle it, before stripping off and stepping in. I groan at the feeling of the water hitting my skin. The hangover today is real, and I can already feel a stress headache forming over that damn picture of Elsie and Jasper. It’s not a bad picture, but there was a witch hunt before over Elsie being a lesbian, and now she isn’t I can only imagine what people will have to say about that. Not one of them even stopped to think that maybe what she has with Jasper has nothing to do with gender and everything to do with him as a person. Damn narrow minded people putting everyone in a box.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Kalen says from the doorway, stretching his arms above his head. He’s fully naked, and damn, a naked Kalen is a glorious sight. He swings his dick and chuckles.
I shake my head at him and gesture for him to get in. “Like what you see?” he asks, opening the shower door and stepping in.
“Always,” I reply, squirting some shower gel into my hand and running it down Kalen’s body. His dick instantly goes hard and I focus my attention on making sure it’s nice and clean. He leans his back against the tiles and closes his eyes as I make sureall the bubbles have been washed off before I slide to my knees and take his shaft in my right hand. I lean in to take his monster into my mouth with care. Head jobs are not something one can do with Kalen very often unless they want a dislocated jaw. I slide my mouth down as far as I can go before I gag and come back up.
His hand tangles into my wet curls and he pulls me to my feet and presses his lips against mine. “I don’t have the patience to wait.”
In one swift move he has me pressed up against the same tiles he was leaning against and my legs wrap around his waist. He lines himself up against my core, thrusting in and letting me adjust to his size. While I do, he buries his head between my breasts and sucks the skin into his mouth, nipping and biting, causing me to arch my back in pleasure.
