‘I am NOT cleaning this shit up.’
JP’s masculine chuckle comes from my room, giving away his position if the droplets didn’t already. Following them, I peek through my cracked door and look around. Okay. No JP. Pushing the door open further, I walk in and stop to listen and that’s when I hear what sounds like loud, rushing water. Is that a waterfall?What the hell?
Stepping into my bathroom, the towels fall to the floor with a plop as my jaw drops at the sight before me. Kneeling in the deep seated tub?that Moni pointed out could fit a football team?is JP with a waterfall slowly pouring over his glistening naked body.Holy baby Bubbles.My curiosity gets the better of me as I look up to contemplate how it’s possible for the water to be falling from my ceiling. At the sound of JP clearing his throat, I’m brought back to the mouth-watering vision he is displaying. I’m definitely not complaining. Every deep line and divot carved into his chiseled chest and abdomen can be seen, and I hope I’m not drooling as my eyes follow them down to his delectable V. Why, oh why did he have to use the lavender bubble bath?
“Like the bubbles?” JP says, smirking. His husky voice gives me chills as he looks up at me with fire in his eyes.
Oh. So it’s going to be like that, huh? Well, two can play this game. One of the things that Knots asked JP to do for him since Lynx went missing was get me a sound system for my bathroom. His observation skills and intuition are unparalleled. I didn’t realize how much Lynx talking to me while I bathed made a difference in my life. It helps having music or someone speaking to me through the door, even for a few minutes while I try to get clean.
Without answering JP, I walk over and push the power button on the stereo, “Pony”by Ginuwine filling the room. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and just let my body sway with the beat. Letting my hands roam up and down my body slowly, I undo the button on my jeans and shimmy out of them, allowing them to drop to the floor.
“Holy shit,” JP murmurs and I quickly turn my back on him to hide my smirk. Knowing his eyes are still staring at my ass gives me a small sexual thrill. I slowly run my hands down my hips and over my ass cheeks with extra swagger as the bass drops and the music takes me. Continuing to sway my hips, I pull off my sweater and toss it to the side, leaving me in my matching blue lace bra and panty set. “I’ve died and gone to Hell, because this is fucking hot,” JP gasps.
I look over my shoulder and momentarily lose my rhythm as my normal bath with lavender bubbles has turned into a hot tub bubbling over the brim with steam, rising and curling around JP’s fine figure. That’s not even the surprising part. JP’s no longer hiding beneath the bubbles.
Holy Inkasaurus Cock!
Guess that answers the question about whether JP’s tattoos continue under his pants. The vine and water design wraps around his dick, which is currently being stroked by a slick palm to the movements of my hips. The sight of JP masturbating makes my panties wet. I’m surprised they’re still on and haven’t fallen into a wet heap at my feet as my knees go weak, my heart speeds up, and my mouth waters. Well damn, here I was hoping to turn the tables on him, and instead he’s still running the show.
Giving an extra sway to my hips, I fully turn to face him and lick my lips, his chocolate gaze following the movement hungrily. It’s his turn to falter, his strokes becoming disjointed as I walk closer to him and undo my bra, throwing it on his head. I giggle at the sight. By the time he peels it off, my underwear is down my legs, dangling off my left ankle that I hold out before him, while balancing on my right leg. Leaning in, he gently grabs the lace with his teeth and pulls them off my leg, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. My heart races and my breath hitches as I feel his jaw skim along my skin. This man is beyond dangerous, and I’m already putty in his hands.
His eyes travel up my body, drinking me in before he gives me a wicked smile. “Let’s get you dirty so I can clean you up, ma chérie.”
I like that idea. A lot!
Before I climb into the tub, I’m pulled against his wet and oh so hard body as he wastes no time claiming my mouth. My nipples pebble against his slippery skin as my core heats in anticipation. JP is all things sexual, like savoring the last slice of chocolate cheesecake. Sinful and delicious. He wasn’t joking about knowing who owns me. Heart and soul. My knees go weak as he devours me, and I lose my balance, breaking the kiss with a shriek. My head dips under the lavender scented water and I come up sputtering as JP laughs and stops the waterfall.
“You look like a drowned rat.”
“Fine,” I cross my arms over my breasts and pout. “See if I give you any sexy time.”
Getting down on his hands and knees, JP slowly starts prowling towards me, the water lapping around his chest. “Oh, I’m sure you will,” he purrs, a cocky smile on his lips.
My mouth drops open when I feel pressure on my clit. There’s no way JP can reach me from where he’s at, so what the fuck is touching my holy grail of sweet spots? Glancing down through the lavender bubbles, I don’t see anything but water, but the circular motion grinding against me is all too real, dragging a moan from my stubborn lips.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I meet his heated gaze, and all I can manage is a nod as I feel my nipples being worshiped by another invisible force.
“I’ve been practicing. Apparently, Water Nymphs are very good at controlling the element or molding it into objects,” he says, waggling his eyebrows. He finally reaches me, sliding between my legs, and takes my mouth once again. His palm comes up and gently starts playing with a taut nipple as I reach out and grab ahold of his firm cock. I slide my hand up his velvety length, a deep groan falling from him. I smirk against his lips, loving the idea of making this man groan from my touch. It makes me wetter and I want him even more. Running my thumb over the head, I pause when I feel something hard, pulling away from his mouth with a frown. “JP?”
“Yes, ma cherie?”
“What am I touching?”
JP chuckles and starts kissing down my neck. Nerves shoot straight to my nipples, turning them hard as ice and I grind harder against the pressure still swirling around my clit making a whirring noise.
“Didn’t think you needed help in that department, butthis,”he says as he thrust his hips and nips at my ear lobe, “is the head of my penis.”
“No, JP. What’s on the—the sides here?” I run my fingers over the sides of his penis.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never been with a guy with a pierced cock before?” he excitedly whispers.
“Nope!You’ll be my first,” I confirm as I give him a sly smile and stroke him again. I’m rewarded by him growling and spinning me around so I’m leaning over the edge of the tub, my breasts barely touching the water.
“Well, I’m glad I’ll be the first in one department. I’ll have you creaming on my piercings soon,” he says as he teases my slit with his cock before easing into me, allowing me to adjust to his accessories. The piercings underneath his head run across my sweet spot, and I practically purr as my hips buck against him. “Damn, Rez. You look so good in this position.”
I look over my shoulder and give him a cheeky grin. “Really?” I ask and wiggle my ass while he’s deep inside me. The movement makes me groan as his dick shifts deeper into my wet heat. Letting out a hiss, he bites his own lip in return and draws his hand back. Even though I see it coming, I don’t expect the thrill or pleasure from the smack, letting out an unlady-like groan at the sharp sting.
