Page 51 of Brother In Arms

Chapter 17

Rush

She was languid in my arms, her skin still a bit cool but warming as the water cascaded over us. I needed her pussy good and wet for the satisfaction I wanted to take from her. I held her by the throat lightly, fingertips against her chin as I played against her clit with my other hand.

“Yes, I want it. I want that… make me come, please.” She was begging, now, and I fucking loved that. What really lit my fire was when she sucked my fingertips into her mouth, teasing them with her soft little pink tongue.

I thrust forward to make sure I was as deep as I could go and teased her clit. She probably wasn’t even aware of it, but she was writhing against me, her pussy slipping up and down my cock, not by much, but enough to drive me nuts, that was for sure. I loved that Bailey was all in when it came to sex. She didn’t just lay there and take it like a dead fish. She writhed, she moved with me and against me causing the most delicious friction.

It really hadn’t been my intention to fuck her tonight, but who the fuck was I to say no? Plus, she wasn’t wrong, I probably would be a little more relaxed and willing to answer her questions after a good round of fucking.

She tightened around my shaft and I held her harder, pressing her back to my chest and swirling a fingertip around her clit. She was getting close, fast, and I couldn’t say that was a bad thing. Still… I had a better idea.

I pulled my cock out of her and turned her around dropping to my knees. She made a yip of surprise and stumbled a bit, catching herself against the shower wall with her shoulders and arms, bowing her head so she didn’t smack it on the tile. I lifted her, knees over my shoulders, letting the shower wall hold her the rest of the way and pressed my tongue against her pussy, licking her from slit to clit, sucking on that little kernel of flesh.

Bailey’s eyes, which were fixed to mine, squeezed shut and she tipped her head all the way back with a short cry. Her breaths came heavy and uneven, more ragged gasps than breaths as I played her body with my tongue, returning the favor. She cried out again, the pitch a little higher and I willed her to come, silently urging her with every fiber of my being to do it, to come on my face so I could turn her around, shove myself back in, and make her come all over again.

She was beautiful; her lithe, fit body shuddering above me, an honest body honed by working her craft as a rider. She made eye contact with me one more time just as I happened to flick my tongue over her clit right at that magic point in time. It was a beautiful thing watching the explosion of her pleasure go off in those brown eyes of hers before it hit the rest of her body.

I tortured that oversensitive nub until she collapsed against the tile panting and spent, then I returned her to her original position and did just what I said I was gonna do. I put my cock in her as far as I could get it and I pulled her back flush against my chest. I murmured in her ear, “That was one, now we’re gonna do it again. You ready?”

“Oh god yes, bring it, biker boy,” she said and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing and ruining the illusion of control I’d spent so much time putting into place. I brought it, and when that first flutter, that first expansion of her body started around my cock, threatening to squeeze down and milk me, I bowed my head, putting my forehead between her shoulder blades.

She jerked in my grasp, a long thin wail slipping from between her lips as she came for the second time. I couldn’t keep the satisfied grin off my face if I wanted to. I rode her orgasm out until near the very end of it and growled in her ear, “Put those hands against that wall and brace yourself.”

She did what she was told automatically and I gripped her hips firmly. I pressed into her hard and deep and tipped my head back, letting my body do the rest of the talking for me. It was a punishing set of strokes and she had me so fucking worked up it didn’t take me long. My balls had already tightened up on me, that tingling sensation had already started before I even bent her over.

It probably only took me a dozen strokes or so before my body crashed into hers a final time and I spilled inside of her. She arched, standing up a little straighter and I held her body against mine as we both panted and settled back down to earth. I pulled from her body and gasped, groaning that I might have done it a little too soon. I was still sensitive myself.

“I fucking love that you can take me like that,” I whispered, laying a kiss behind her ear.

“You fit fucking perfect,” she murmured. “Any bigger it would hurt, any smaller and you wouldn’t satisfy.”

Nice.

“Guess we were made for each other, huh?”

She turned in my arms and wrapped hers around my neck, staring deep into my eyes before she said, “It depends, can I trust you?”

“One, have I ever given you any reason not to?” I asked. She shook her head and I nodded carefully, “And two, ask me anything. No bullshit. No lies.”

“You mean that,” she said startled.

“I mean that. Anything, anything at all.”

She looked thoughtful but didn’t say anything right away. I could see the wheels turning and I could be patient. To fill the time I picked up her bath poof thing and lathered it up, running it across her skin. She closed her eyes and sighed and whatever stress or worry that’d caused her to stiffen up melted away. I liked that I could do that for her. Liked even more just how relaxed I felt.

I took my time with her and chose not to worry about what she would ask me, deciding I liked where things were headed and that I liked even more that with every corner and every curve we took things just seemed to get more comfortable, not less. Nothing had ever been so easy or comfortable for me. Nothing until her. I was beginning to think I’d do just about anything to hold onto that. Anything except compromise myself as a man. That I couldn’t do. It just wasn’t me.

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