Page 33 of The Hooker

The flush on her cheeks darkens, and she slicks her hands with soap. Hands grasp me, and my muscles tighten. One hand rubs up to my head and down to the base of me, soap left in her wake, clinging to hair and skin. I thicken and can’t tear my eyes from her hands holding me, weighing me, exploring me as soap drips to the tiles. Daisy grabs more soap and rolls my balls in her hand, and I can’t control my groan. I’m fully erect now and thrust into her hand lightly, unable to stop myself from moving and feeling more of her around me.

She twists her hand at my tip and I jerk, good hand flying to her shoulder to hold on. “Oh, shit.”

My eyes land on her face with her dilated whiskey eyes as she pants into the steamy bathroom. The image she makes, all wet and soft from the shower while she jerks me off, twists my insides pleasantly, and I tense as heat rushes to my groin. I must make some sort of noise because her hand falls from me and she steps away.

“Let me get clean,” she starts breathlessly, “and then we’ll put the sling back on so you don’t accidentally hurt it while I make you come.”

“Daisy,” I groan and drop my head to her shoulder.

She turns me so the water hits her, grabs the soap and washes herself quickly, not lingering anywhere, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it. Her ass looks as good as it does in those tight leggings she wears. Even better, I decide with soap trickling down it.

Daisy rinses herself as I stand behind her, attempting not to touch my erection and enjoy the show. She turns the water off, steps out of the shower, and grabs a towel from the shelf. We stand on the bath mat and Daisy hastily dries herself, and I watch a missed droplet of water glide down her chest to rest on her nipple. She crouches and slides the towel up my legs and pats my body dry. She gently squeezes water out of my curls and drops the towel on the floor haphazardly; the complete opposite of how she treated my clothes. I don’t think I’m the only one affected by the shower.

“Let’s get your sling on.” She wraps the sling around me quickly and walks through the door to the bedroom.

I follow behind her, mesmerised by the sway of her hips, and barely blink when she tells me to get on the bed with my back against the headboard.

The wood is cool on my shower-heated skin, and I stretch my legs out in front of me. Daisy climbs over me and straddles my lap, and we both gasp at the sensation of our bare skin touching. She’s warm and damp and slick between her legs despite the shower.

She settles against my dick and shifts closer to me to claim my lips in a heady kiss. Our tongues tangle, and she’s careful not to touch my arm. One hand threads through my wet hair carefully and the other strokes over scars from rugby and scrapes I got into as a kid and lands low on my stomach, brushing through the hair leading to my groin.

My good hand smoothes the tiny curls that appeared on her hairline, and I kiss down her throat, swirling my tongue on her pulse point and sucking hard where her shoulder meets her neck. She pulls back and my hand drifts to her nipple, tweaking it lightly before giving the other some attention. Daisy sways in my lap, grinding down, but forcibly stops herself before I can match her movement.

“Where are the condoms?”

“Top drawer.”

She leans over and digs around in my bedside table drawer. I stroke her back and clutch her ass, massaging it and moving between her cheeks. She falters while digging through the drawer. Daisy reappears with red splashed on her face and rips open the foil packet.

Shifting back on my lap, she rolls the condom down my length, and I hold my breath at the feeling of her hands on me. She rises to her knees and sinks down on me without warning, and my mouth drops open. My head falls back and hits the headboard, but I recognise the pain dully, too focused on Daisy rolling her hips forward and back. Her slick heat encompasses me, and she tightens around me every time she slides forward. She keeps away from my chest and the sling strapped across it. She grinds against me, and I put my feet flat on the bed so I can thrust into her, slightly unbalanced without the use of my arm, but I make it work.

“For someone who said their hips weren’t up to it, you’re doing extremely well,” I say through broken breaths.

She clenches her cunt around me with a grin. “I had some good inspiration.”

I grunt when she picks up her pace and heat coils in me, ready to burst. “Really. What was it?”

“There’s this fucking handsome rugby player that let me shower with him. Really sexy with his shoulders and wavy hair.”

My fingers dig into her hip. “Yeah? He treat you good?”

“The best. I love him.” She shudders and leans forward for a messy kiss. “How close are you?”

“Very.” She clenches around me hard, and I drop my forehead to hers. “Fuck, I love you.”

“Come. Now,” she demands in a throaty voice, and when she slips a hand between us to rub circles around her clit, I let go.

My head hits the headboard again, and my fingers dig into her hips, hopefully not enough to bruise, and when my vision clears, I nudge her hand away from her clit and replace it with mine. I rub in slow circles, mimicking her, and watch her go rigid against me. Her eyes close, and a high-pitched moan escapes her.

My hand falls away from her and her eyes open, already looking sleepy. I press soft kisses across her face, my stubble scraping over her soft skin, and end at her lips. Daisy slips off me and takes care of the unsexy before returning to bed and pulling back the covers for us to get under.

“I’m surprised you’re still awake,” I tease.

“I thought falling asleep and leaving you to fend for yourself with the use of one arm wouldn’t be the nicest thing.” Her head rests beside mine on the pillow. “No promises when we get you fixed up, though,” she says, finishing with a yawn. “Then you’re on your own. Sorry, lovely.”

“As soon as I’m cleared, I’ll do all the work until you’re so satisfied you can’t even move.”

“That won’t be hard. I just did that,” she says with a laugh and kisses my nose.

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