He cups each breast, his thumbs brushing over each stiff nipple. “All I want to do is wrap my lips round your tight nipples and suck.” His tongue peeks out, wetting his bottom lip. Slowly, his hooded gaze drifts to mine. Steam billows out of the shower surrounding us in a haze. “But if I start now, I won’t stop. And I have so much more planned for you.”
“If that’s the case, you’re still wearing too many clothes.” I hook my thumbs into the elastic waistband of his shorts and yank down. The thin, silky fabric drops to the floor. His long, thick cock juts out, brushing against my hip as a bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. His hand clasps around the nape of my neck and he hauls my mouth to his in a searing kiss. With our lips fused together, he pushes forward until hot water rains down, cocooning us from the outside world. My hands roam over the planes of his body, over every dip and curve of his chest and abs, until my fingers wrap around his cock.
A low, rough sound comes from the back of his throat. “What do you want, Tates?”
I stroke him once. “I want this.” I stroke him again. “In me.” Three times. “Fucking me.”
He spins me around, pressing my back to his front. His cock slides in the crack of my ass as his hand snakes up mybelly, past my tits, until his fingers wrap around my throat. My head falls back, hitting his chest, and his other hand lands between my legs. His finger runs up and down my slit.
“How do you want it?” His words are a whisper against my ear. “Should I bend you over and fuck you from behind? Or should I pick you up and thrust my dick into you?” My breath hitches at the last one. “I got my answer.”
He nips and sucks on my skin below my ear as the water from the rain shower pours over us. It’s exotic and sensual at the same time. I press my ass into him and bend my knees slightly, so his cock slides between my cheeks.
“Fuck,” he growls, slow and deep, “I need to be inside you.” He spins me in his arms and lifts me like I weigh nothing.
My legs wrap around his waist, anticipation building as I wait for his cock to fill me, but nothing happens. I drop my gaze as I run my hand over his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“Condoms are in the other room.”
I press my lips together. This is Garrett. I trust him wholeheartedly. “I’m on birth control. We can go without.”
“Are you sure? I get tested regularly. I’m negative.” The tip of his nose brushes against mine.
“Same.” With my hand, I move his head, lining my lips up with his, and kiss him. It’s gentle and sweet. My tongue curls around his, sliding back and forth. He presses me against the glass wall and reaches between us. He lines himself up with my entrance before pushing me down. His cock fills me, stretches me. I break away from our kiss so I can breathe.
He continues to thrust into me, keeping a steady rhythm. “I love this between us. No barriers. You feel so fucking good.”
My nails dig into his shoulders. I’m almost positive I’llleave permanent indents. “Yes! Yes! Me too.” My clit rubs on his pubic bone in just the right way sending waves of euphoria rippling through me, causing my body to come alive. The pressure builds and builds inside me like a pressure cooker. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
“You feel too good. Your tight pussy is choking my dick.” His grunts mix with my moans.
“Garrett. Oh. Garrett.”
“Let go, Tates, I’m right behind you.”
Somehow, he pushes deeper, and I cry out. My moans and whimpers echo across the tile. A second later, his dick twitches, and his hot cum spills inside me. He continues to pump his hips until every last drop is gone. I brush a strand of wet hair off my forehead. Holy shit. Shower sex needs to be added to the rotation. Garrett pulls out of me and sets me on my wobbly feet.
He cups my cheeks and rests his forehead against mine. His breathing is still slightly labored. “That was…”
I smile. “Best. Workout. Ever.”
“That’s what I was thinking too.” He presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss. We finish the rest of our shower while keeping our hands to ourselves, mostly. Once we’re finished, Garrett wraps a towel around me before grabbing one for himself. He steps into the bedroom while I dry my hair. A booming voice echoes through the apartment, and I freeze.
“Put your dick away, Playboy! We have to get to the stadium!”
“You’re the only one who needs to put his dick away!” Garrett yells back.
“If you didn’t want me entering, you should have put the dripping ice cream hair tie on the doorknob. That’s what it’s for,” the other voice says.
He pokes his head through the doorway. “Don’t worryabout him. That’s Randy Wilcox. We call him Smokey. He sounds like a chain smoker, yet he’s never touched a cigarette in his life. Between me, him, and Joe, we kind of have an open-door policy. Unless there’s a certain hair tie on the door, but it resembles more of a dripping cone of jizz than ice cream.” He shakes his head and I laugh. “When you’re finished getting ready, come out and I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
I nod. Why does meeting the friends seem so serious? Maybe because I’m new to this entire side of his life. Both nerves and excitement twist in my gut. I’m nervous because I’ve never met them before and excited because we’re taking a new step in our relationship. My hands tremble as I delve into my suitcase, sifting through the contents until I find a pink Warblers shirt and a pair of jean shorts. I shove my feet into a pair of strappy sandals while I run a brush through my hair. After I apply a light covering of make-up, I blow out a deep breath. Here’s to the next step.
THIRTY-FOUR
MY NEW LIFE?
Dessa