Page 67 of Barefoot Lake

He breaks the kiss, and I pout when his warmth moves away until his hands return to my hair with shampoo, and his fingers begin massaging my scalp. The sound I make is filthy. I would do anything this man asked of me so long as he kept this up.

I drop my head bonelessly against Jake’s chest, and he turns us again so he can rinse my hair.

Forget being an independent woman. I need to be pampered like this forever.

Kidding! Mostly.

He holds me against him when he reaches for the conditioner. As he works it into the ends of my hair, avoiding my scalp, I frown, wondering where he learned that. As if reading my mind, he chuckles.

“I condition, Ace.”

I smile up at him, and he collects my hair over my shoulder so the conditioner won’t get rinsed out yet.

“I even had a phase when I refused to cut my hair short. It was…” He grimaces. “Bad. Very bad.”

“Tell me there are pictures.”

“I’ve destroyed any I could find.”

His face is so serious that I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. He picks up the shampoo again and begins washing his own hair.

I go back to ogling him, watching his muscles shift as he moves. Looking further down his body, I feel suddenly bold. While Jake’s rinsing his hair, once the water has run clear, I sneak to my knees and take his length in my hands.

His eyes fly open, and his hand slaps against the shower wall as he looks down at me. The shower floor is hard on my knees, but it’s worth it for his reaction. I’ve never felt more powerful.

“Ace,” he croaks. “You don’t have to…”

His voice trails off as I drag my tongue across the head of his quickly hardening cock.

“I want to.” I pause. “If I may?”

“Fuck yes, you may.”

I lick him slowly from base to tip, and his entire body jerks.

“I was interrupted earlier by a distraction.”

“A distraction, huh? Is that all⁠—”

I cut him off before he can sass me by taking him in my mouth, swift and deep. I think it’s possible he also stopped breathing.

I pull back and make eye contact.

“Tell me how you like it.”

“Tighter,” he grits out like before, and I tighten my hands around him. I move forward to take him in my mouth again. “And keep your eyes on me.”

His fingers flex before clenching in a fist like he’s looking for something to hold on to. I look back up at him as instructed.

“You can guide me if you’d like,” I say, guessing what else he might like. His eyes flare. I was right.

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much.” He runs his fingers down my cheek before moving them to the back of my head and shifting so his body fully blocks the water from hitting me.

“Ok.” I nod and twist my hands around him, maintaining the pressure he asked for. “But it won’t be.”

Jake takes a steadying breath before encouraging me forward. I focus on breathing consistently through my nose and pop my mouth open when he presses against my lips. I keep my eyes on Jake’s as he slides in easily. When he pauses, I close my lips around him and suck, sliding further toward him.

His fingers clench in my hair.