Page 61 of Riding the Pine

I wait for the water to warm up before tilting it to where Scott is sitting. His hockey player chest is broad, his biceps are thicc, and his thighs are chunky as hell. My man is built. He could crush a watermelon with his thighs, maybe even with his arms, too.

I half expect him to lean his head back, close his eyes, and enjoy the hot spray, but he doesn’t. He watches me, that unbridled look of want. I could take my time, I could slather water all over my body and make a scene, but I simply don’t have the patience, I want him too much to perform this time.

I kneel between his knees, not taking my eyes off him. His jaw twitches, so does his steel-rod stiff cock. Fuck. I can’t wait to get that on my tongue.

I don’t move until he nods at me, then I grip his shaft with both hands, enjoying the slow hiss of release from him. I want nothing more than to make him feel good. I bet being cramped on that flight left him tight and stiff, and I’m going to help him relax.

Both hands pumping his cock in sync, I cover his tip with my mouth and find a rhythm, hands and mouth bobbing in perfect sync up and down his girthy dick.

He’s making all the right noises as the hot water streams down onto both of us. He slides his hips forward on the bench like he’s wanting me to go deeper, so I move one hand to his balls and take him further down my throat.

“Fuck, Athena. Shit.”

I can’t help smiling, I like making him lose himself. He puts his hand on my head but doesn’t push, he just holds it as I hollow out my cheeks and suck him hard while fondling his balls.

The water’s hot on my back, and Scott’s skin isn’t quite as slippery or easy to maneuver when it’s wet but I’m not stopping until jets of thick hot cum shoot down my throat.

I move my hand curled around his shaft and press his hand onto my head. “Mmm you want me to take a little control, do you Bright Eyes?”

Nodding makes me gag on his cock which only seems to make him harder against the back of my throat. He pushes his hand against my head, gently at first, but after a minute or so he starts thrusting against the back of my throat in earnest.

“Fuck. I’m going to come. If you don’t want it down your throat you’d better—” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because I suck him hard, swirling my tongue around his dick while I trace my nails gently over his balls.

His eyes roll back, his muscles tense, he moves his knees slightly apart, and he nuts right down my throat on a grunt. Ikneel back, brush my soaking hair out of my face, and catch my breath.

When he opens his eyes, the relief, the satisfaction, the blissed-out expression I expect is only partially there. It’s now accompanied by a look verging on demented. I think it’s his ‘I’m going to make you come until you can’t feel your legs’ look, but I can’t be sure yet since we’re still getting to know each other in this setting.

He grabs my hair, twists it around his fist and hauls me to my feet. “Such a dirty little thing, aren’t you, Athena? Sucks cock like a champ. Bet you take it like a champ too, don’t you?”

I’m pretty sure that noise that came out of me can only be described as a whimper. As a strong and independent woman in a man’s world, I’m tired. I’m tired of being in charge, making decisions, being strong, telling people what to do.

Turns out, I’m hot for Scott being bossy, and from the smirk he just gave me, he knows it. Instead of fingering me, instead of getting on his knees and eating me out, he lathers up my loofa and washes me from head to fucking toe.

In fact, he takes so long on the floor washing my feet that I’m starting to think he has a foot fetish. No judgment, I like my feet, but I’m hot, and not because of the water.

He holds his hand out for my shampoo and starts lathering up my hair. Fucking hell his fingers digging into my scalp may send me over the edge at this rate. He stands so close to me his cock brushes against my ass. He’s perked up again, he’s more than ready, but Scott is determined to take his time, wash me thoroughly.

After a rinse, he moves to the conditioner, then gives himself a quick wash while I rinse out the conditioner in my hair.

He’s going to smell of lemon and tangerine, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit. He steps out of the shower first, grabs a toweland holds it out for me to walk into, as I spin, he wraps me in the plush grey towel that matches the marble in my bathroom.

When he holds out a smaller towel for me to wrap my hair, I can’t quite believe it.

He points to the bedroom. “Go dry your hair because I don’t want the bed to be too wet for us to sleep in once I’m done fucking you senseless.”

CHAPTER 25

Scott

By the time I’m done fucking this woman, she’s going to be walking sideways. My cock pulses and is so hard that I’m afraid one strong gust of wind will make it snap off my body.

Athena is sitting at her vanity, drying her hair. I told her to take her time because after how long we’ve waited to be together, I can wait a little longer for her to not be dripping all over the bed and making it too wet to sleep in.

Ironically, I have plans to make a very, very large wet patch on the bed for other reasons, and I don’t really care about that so much, but I don’t want her cold and wet from her hair.

“I feel you watching me, Gizmo,” she shouts over the loud noise of her hairdryer.

“Get used to it.” I’ve spent so long trying not to watch her, trying not to draw attention to the fact that she’s my favorite movie, and I could watch her all day long.

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