Page 58 of Lone Wolf

CHAPTER 21

Sunny

The locker roomhas private shower stalls and I pull Ariadne into the largest one at the end, locking the door behind us.

For a moment, we just look at each other, the reality of what we’re about to do hanging between us. This isn’t like before—quick, desperate couplings born of adrenaline. This feels deliberate. Meaningful.

“Are you sure?” I ask, needing to hear her say it.

She answers by pulling her henley over her head in one smooth motion, revealing the lean muscle beneath. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I follow her lead, stripping off my tank top and sweatpants until we’re both standing in just our underwear. The vulnerability of the moment makes my heart race. I’ve never been shy about my body, but there’s something different about being seen by Ariadne—really seen, with everything on display.

But when I look at her, I see only desire in her eyes, a hunger that matches my own. She reaches behind her to turn on the shower,and then we’re both shedding what little remains of our clothing as steam begins to fill the small space.

The water cascades over our bodies as I press her against the cool tile wall. Her skin is slick beneath my hands, and I can’t get enough of touching her, of tracing every curve and dip of her body that I’ve only glimpsed before now.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe against her neck, and I feel her shiver despite the heat of the shower.

She doesn’t say anything in response—typical Ariadne—but her hands grip my hips, pulling me closer until our bodies are flush against each other. The sensation of her wet skin sliding against mine makes me dizzy with want. I trail my fingers down her stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch.

“Let me wash you,” she says, and the words are more commanding than I expect, raising goosebumps all over me, even though the water is warm. I nod, turning around, expecting her to reach for the shower gel, but instead I feel her hands sliding over my wet skin, massaging my shoulders, working down my back.

“You carry a lot of tension here,” she murmurs, her thumbs pressing into knots I didn’t even know I had.

I groan, dropping my head forward. “Occupational hazard.”

Her hands continue their journey downward, cupping my ass, squeezing gently. Then I hear the snap of a bottle opening, and the scent of vanilla fills the steamy air as she pours shower gel into her palm. Her slick hands return to my shoulders, working the soap into a lather. Then she presses her front against my back and reaches around to soap up my tits.

“Fuck,” I whisper as her slippery hands massage my nipples, working them into tight peaks.

“I’ll get there,” she promises. “But first I’m going to clean every inch of you.”

Her hands travel down my stomach, across my hips, and then she’s kneeling behind me, her fingers sliding soap along my thighs, my calves. The sensation of her hands working their way back up makes my knees weak. She pays particular attention to the curve where my ass meets my thighs, her soapy hands kneading the flesh with a hunger that makes me gasp. She spreads me open, her slick fingers sliding between my cheeks, circling my asshole with a deliberate pressure that makes my breath catch.

“Is this okay?” she asks, her voice low and husky.

“God, yes,” I moan back, bracing my hands against the shower wall.

I melt into her touch, pushing back against her hand. She takes her time, cleaning me thoroughly, and then directs the shower spray all over me to rinse away the soap. I expect her to stand up, but instead I feel her hands on my ass again, spreading me open. The warm water runs down my crack, and I shiver as I feel her breath against my wet skin.

“I want to taste you here,” she whispers, and before I can even process what she’s saying, her tongue flicks against my asshole.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, my fingers clawing at the tile wall. No one has ever done this to me before, and the sensation is so intense I almost buckle.

Ariadne steadies me with her hands on my hips. “Relax,” she says, sounding amused, and then her tongue is circling my rim again, slow and deliberate.

I’m trembling now, caught between embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure. Her tongue is relentless, tracing patterns around my hole before pressing against it more firmly. When she points her tongue and pushes it inside me, I let out a sound I’ve never heard myself make before—a high, desperate whine that echoes off the shower walls.

Her tongue pushes deeper, fucking into me with a rhythm that has me panting. I’ve never felt anything like this—the taboo nature of it, the intensity, the way she’s claiming every part of me. Her hands spread my cheeks wider, her thumbs pulling at my asshole to open me up more for her probing tongue.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Oh my God,fuck?—”

She hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. Then she pulls back just enough to speak, her breath hot against my sensitive skin.

“You taste so good here,” she says, her voice thick with desire. “So clean, so tight.” Then she’s diving back in, her tongue circling my rim before pushing inside again. She lets go of my ass and then I feel her hand sliding up between my thighs, her fingers sliding into my soaking pussy as her tongue continues its assault on my asshole.

I cry out, my hips bucking back against her face and then forward into her hand as she slides two fingers deep inside me. The dual sensation is overwhelming—her tongue circling and probing my tight rim while her fingers fuck my cunt. I’m caught between two points of pleasure, not knowing whether to pushback against her tongue or forward onto her fingers. She solves this dilemma by reaching around with her other hand to find my clit, rubbing tight circles against the swollen bud.

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