“Shower, now. Or you don’t get f**ked.”
His deep voice broke through the fantasy and she realized she’d started to take a step toward him. It was a good job. With her pants at half mast, if she’d taken one more step, she’d have face-planted onto the deck at his feet. Not the best way to start the night.
“And believe me, I plan to really f**k you.” He pumped again, using his other hand to cup his balls, playing with them as she watched.
Swearing under her breath, she stripped her clothes off with more haste than finesse and stepped under the spray. For a second, the feeling of the power shower and the needlelike impacts across her skin distracted her, but a groan from the bed snapped her eyes open again.
He was watching her, the expression in his eyes heated as she grabbed the shower gel and scrubbed herself down. This was going to be the quickest damn shower she’d ever taken, the need to get out and get on that bed overwhelming all else. After all that had happened on the bridge, she needed to be held, needed to fuck, needed to feel she was still alive and glory in it. She rinsed, her foot already over the edge of the shower tray when his voice sounded again.
“No. Stay there.” It was an order, pure and simple, barked with a tone of command she instinctively responded to. Stopping, she arched an eyebrow curiously. He still lay on the bed, pumping his c*ck lazily, but all his attention was on her.
“Put some gel on your fingers. I want to see you touch yourself.”
Oh my. Heat suffused her body, her n**ples tightening into rigid bullets as her cl*t throbbed almost painfully.
“Lean back. Yeah, like that…” She reached out and depressed the dispenser, feeling the soapy gel ooze over her fingers. Her eyes didn’t leave his, riveted by his intense gaze. Biting her lower lip, she did as she was told, following his instructions.
“Lift your leg…spread those pretty p**sy lips.”
His gaze moved from hers, his attention locked on her parted thighs and the area between. Her cunt ached as he groaned, needing the thick c*ck he fisted faster as she slid her fingers along her lower lips.
“That’s it, rub your clit. Show me how you make yourself come.”
She did, circling the throbbing pleasure center with her index finger. Back and forth, over and around, faster and faster until soft breathy moans slipped from her lips and she leaned back against the tiled wall, her thighs parted as wide as she could get them. Tension mounted in her body, until a fine shiver ran along her limbs and her h*ps thrust of their own accord. She’d told him her deepest fantasies, that she like to use toys, among other things, and all those ran through her mind now as she brought herself off in front of him.
“Fuck, yeah…you look amazing.”
His fist moved faster, his shaft slick and wet under his hand as he pumped. The head was flushed, deep purple as the big vein along the bottom pulsed as she watched.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” he ordered, his voice deeper and rougher as he watched her like a hawk. “You’re so slick and wet. I want to see them covered in your cunt juice.”
Biting back her own groan, she did as he wanted. Her free hand fluttered up to caress her tit, pulling and tweaking her nipple as she slid two fingers deep into her p**sy and pumped them. They both groaned, the sounds merging together as her fingers moved, her h*ps rolling as she f**ked herself on them.
“Oh god…” She couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from her lips. “I’m gonna come—”
“Stop! Come here. Now, Milly.”
Chapter Nine
Shocked by the sharp tone of his voice she nonetheless moved, stumbling a little on shaky legs as she crossed the room to the bed, dripping water everywhere. He was already sitting on the edge, his face tight with control. Without speaking, he spun her around, a hard hand on her back, bending her over so her ass was on the same level as his face.
Heat licked her cheeks, the need to come raging through her until every cell and nerve ending screamed for release. His big hands parted her, displaying her ass and cunt for him but she didn’t care about embarrassment. Instead she thrust back, wriggling her h*ps in invitation.
“So pink and wet. Gorgeous,” he whispered, his words hot puffs against her sensitized flesh that made her moan. Then his tongue slid against her p**sy lips in a hot, wet brush of sensation that made her keen and she lost the ability to speak. He licked from cl*t to slit, then slid his tongue deep into her cunt to collect her p**sy juices with a groan of approval and need. The feeling of his warm mouth on her, even as water cooled and dried over her skin, was one of the most erotic experiences she’d ever had.
The orgasm that had been so close danced around her, her breathing compromised as he parted the globes of her ass with his big hands and slicked his tongue up and over the dark rosette before moving back down to her cunt. She whimpered and begged as he feasted on her, flicking his tongue over her clit, then went back to f**king her with his tongue until she thought she’d lose her mind. But he wouldn’t let her come, his licks over her cl*t erratic, just enough to keep her on the edge, but not enough to tumble her over it.
“God…please. Johnny, please…”
Her whimpered plea seemed to have the right effect. Growling in the back of his throat, he stabbed his tongue deep one last time and moved down. His tongue lashed and danced over her cl*t as he went to town. She grabbed her br**sts, teasing and tweaking the n**ples as he flicked and licked the tiny bundle of flesh. Shudders rolled through her frame, her legs shaking as the tension in her lower body reached breaking point. His mouth was hot and felt so good…just a little more. She just needed a little more.
Latching onto her clit, he sucked it between his lips and she was lost. As he sucked hard, pleasure slammed into her, making her h*ps buck and thrust her p**sy harder against him. He simply growled and held on, sucking and flicking over her pulsing cl*t as she came against his mouth in wave after shattering wave.
Boneless, she needed his hard hands on her, not complaining as he tumbled her onto the bed, arranging her on her hands and knees. Before the rolls of her cli**x had stopped, she felt the thick head of his c*ck against the slick entrance to her p**sy and with one hard push, he rammed the entire length inside her. She whimpered, her cunt pierced and forced to part for the thick shaft, her own excitement making the hard penetration a thing of pleasure and delicious friction as her walls clamped down around him.
“God, you’re tight.” His voice was strained behind her as he grabbed her hips, using them to hold onto as he pulled back to slam into her again. The pace was fast and furious as his balls slapped against her still throbbing clit. Even though she’d only just come, hard tension snatched at her core again. Shit, this was what she wanted. A man who knew what he wanted and how to get them both there. His breath rasped as he panted behind her, giving her the quickest, dirtiest f**k of her life. And she loved it.
Tension and pleasure welled at the same time and within seconds she started to push back against him, urging and egging him on to take her hard and fast. It didn’t take long before her p**sy spasmed again, and she screamed his name as she came in long, hot waves over his cock.
He slowed, pumping his h*ps lazily as a large hand stroked down her back. Still jerking and shuddering under him, a soft moan escaped her lips as each slow slide drew her pleasure out until she felt like she was floating above the bed.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Relax, let me love you.”
His deep voice wove a spell around her as she stretched out in front of him on the bed, his hand between her shoulders urging her down until her cheek rested against the cool sheets. A shudder worked its way through her body as she grabbed handfuls of the cotton just for something to hold onto. Her ass stuck up in the air but she didn’t care, not if he kept f**king her like he was, every stroke sending new waves of heat and sensation shimmering through her body.
His low voice rumbled around her, uttering soft words of endearment as his hands smoothed over her sides. They reached around to cup her br**sts, testing their weight. Big and warm, the calluses on his palms abraded the stiff buds of her n**ples. She moaned in encouragement, arching her back to thrust the twin mounds into his hands as she ground back against his cock. She needed more, so much more, and she knew he could give it to her. As much as she needed and then some.
“Behave,” he ordered, tweaking her n**ples before letting go. She gasped, the twin points of pleasure and pain throbbing as heat arched between the turgid buds and her clit. He cursed as she tightened around his c*ck buried deep inside her, surging and pressing against her in ways that made her whimper in need.
“Fuck…that’s good. I love the feel of you around my cock. So hot and wet.”
His hands slid around her waist, caressing the narrow expanse before sliding out onto her h*ps and onto her ass. Strong fingers caressed the rounded globes, parting them as he pumped in and out of her cunt. A small whimper escaped her as cool air hit her ass, making her dance and wriggle on his cock.
He gasped. Swore.
“Behave, or this won’t last long enough.”
He sounded just like any other man, concerned about lasting, even though for a bot it wasn’t an issue.
Leaning over, he covered her briefly, the warm steel of his chest brushing against her back as he reached for the case by the bed. Milly groaned at the thought of what was in there and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see what he picked. Anything in there would turn her on, the thought of him using them on her even more so.
A bottle snapped open as he straightened, c*ck buried all the way inside her still, then something cold and wet dripped against her ass. Before she could do more than react with a gasp, his strong fingers were there, circling the tight rosebud and smoothing the lube into her.
She groaned, a dark thrill running through her as he started to f**k her again. His thrusts timed with the circling of his finger until all she could concentrate on was the feel of his c*ck in the tight sheath of her p**sy and the wicked digit as it teased her ass.
“You like this, Milly?” The circling became pressure, until just the broad tip of his finger penetrated her ass. She whimpered, nodding as he circled the rim of strong muscles. “You like me playing with your ass? Like my finger here?”
The bottle squirted again, more lube landing cold and wet against her ass. She bit her lip, pressing her forehead into the cool sheets as he pulled his finger free only to press it and more lube into her. His thrusts became shallow as he worked her ass, adding more lube to his forays against her anal opening until, with a gentle, insistent push, he slid the finger all the way in.
“You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?” he taunted, deep voice strained.
She moaned, nodded and shoved her ass back as he started to thrust in and out, gently at first, but then stronger, faster, as her pants urged him on. More lube and a second finger followed the first. Milly swore, reaching between her legs to strum her fingers against her cl*t as dark pleasure mounted.
“That’s it, baby, you take it all. God, you feel f**king fantastic. Does it feel good?”
“Uh huh,” she managed on a pant as he started to scissor his fingers, stretching and preparing her ass. She wasn’t slow, she knew where this was going and the thought of his thick, fat c*ck in her ass filled her with excitement. “Tight, but good. Full…”