“Fuck,” he hisses, his forehead dropping to mine as I continue stroking him. He grows impossibly harder, a bead of moisture forming at the tip. I swipe my thumb through it, using his own slickness to ease my movements.
“I like seeing you like this,” I whisper, emboldened by the way his breathing has turned ragged.
He doesn’t answer with words, just a guttural sound thatvibrates through his chest. More precum leaks from him, coating my fingers as I work him with faster strokes.
His hips jerk against my hand, every pulse and shiver of his body a reaction to my touch. I can’t look away from how his muscles bunch and release, how his jaw tightens with each slick stroke. He’s mesmerizing.
“Christ, Violet,” he groans, his voice a rough whisper against my ear.
I increase my pace, twisting my wrist in the way I’ve learned he likes. His breathing grows more ragged, his forehead leaning against the tile beside my head. The water cascades down his back, steam swirling around us as I work him closer to the edge.
I love the power I have in this moment, the way this strong man is trembling because ofme.
“I’m about to come all over those pretty little hands and that tight little body if you don’t stop,” he grits out.
“Then come for me,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can think better of them.
His eyes flash dark, a growl rumbling in his chest as he thrusts harder into my grip. His whole body tenses, muscles going rigid as he pulses in my hand. Hot streams coat my stomach, my fingers, mixing with the shower spray. I don’t stop until he hisses and gently captures my wrist.
Without thinking, I lift my hand to my mouth and slowly lick his cum from my index finger, my eyes never leaving his.
His voice is strained as I lick another finger clean. “Holy fuck.”
Watching the way his breathing quickens again has me drawing my middle finger into my mouth just to see his reaction. In a split second, his mouth crashes to mine, his tongue pushing past my lips, tasting me and himself.
His moan echoes against my lips as he kisses me harder. The water beats down on us, already starting to cool, but neither of us seem to care. His hands grip my waist, lifting me up against the tile wall. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips, myarms looping around his neck as he holds me suspended. He’s already rock hard again, pressed against my stomach.
I grind down against him, letting out a low, needy whimper into his mouth. “I need you inside me. Please, Rowan.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He lifts me higher and buries himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. I cry out, my head falling back against the tile.
He pulls back and slams into me again. Every movement drives me higher up the wall, my back sliding against its slickness. I cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, legs locked around his waist.
“Harder,” I beg, not recognizing my own voice.
His rhythm turns punishing, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing around us. “Look at you gripping me, soaking my cock. I’m not stopping until you’re dripping all over me.”
I can’t do anything but hold onto him tighter. There’s a pressure building inside me that I’ve never felt before. It’s more intense, more overwhelming than I’ve ever felt. My thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably against his hips.
“Oh god, Rowan. Something’s… I feel…” I can’t finish my sentence as the sensation builds to an unbearable peak.
“Give it to me,” he growls against my ear, his pace never faltering.
The pressure snaps like water busting through a dam’s barriers. A rush of intense pleasure floods through me, and I feel myself gushing around him, soaking us both. I cry out his name, my voice echoing through the bathroom as waves of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced crashes through me.
“Fuck, Violet!” Rowan’s rhythm falters, his fingers digging into my ass as my release triggers his own. He slams into me one final time, burying himself impossibly deep as he pulses inside me. I feel every throb, every spurt as he empties himself.
I gasp for breath as my legs loosen, and I sag against him, forehead resting on his shoulder.
The water cascades down around us, but I suddenly realizethere’s a wetness between us that isn’t just from the shower. I blink, confused by the slippery sensation all over my thighs and stomach, and Rowan’s, too.
“What just…” I stammer, looking down between our bodies.
“You… You just…” His voice is thick, raw, full of disbelief and something like awe. “Violet, holy shit.”
My cheeks flush hot, but I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. “Did I just—oh my god.”
I’ve read about it before—squirting. Heard Whitley talk about it once after too many margaritas. But I never thought I’d?—
