Page 66 of Wedding Bet

My cock throbbed.

“Make me,” he whispered, barely audible.

I reached down, lacing my fingers through his, and then I started to pull. I kept eye contact with him the whole time that I dragged him toward the bathroom, and when we were finally there, I leaned in close to his ear.

“How’s it feel to know you’re mine?” I murmured.

I heard him pull in a hiss of breath. “Like I fucking won the best bet of my life.”

I laughed softly, dragging my fingertips down the center of his back. “I don’t give a damn what my ex thinks anymore,” I said, “because betting onyouis one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Now get in the shower.”

I reached in and turned the water on hot. It was plenty big enough for the both of us, and soon the glass walls were covered in condensation from the steam. I grabbed the sides of Jamie’s hips and pushed him hard up against the marble wall, and he gasped before craning his neck around to smile at me.

“Cold. Cold marble.”

“Too cold?”

He hummed. “Well, it’s heating up fast. Oh myGod—”

I pushed my hand between his cheeks, letting the water run down. I stroked my fingertips across his hole and grabbed some body wash, lathering up and stroking it across him, enjoying the slickness as I teased his hole just around the outside. I was harder than hell already, my cock shoved up against the side of his body.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” I murmured close to his ear.

“I was supposed to washyou,” he protested, but then his eyelids fluttered shut as he lost himself in sensation. “Not that I’m particularly mad about it.”

I let my hands cover every inch of his body as I washed him. Hewantedthis. He wasn’t half checked-out, like so many hookups had been for me in the past. I wasn’t constantly fighting for his attention, like I’d always had to do with my ex.

He was here with me, one hundred percent. All of him, and all of me.

I moved lower, dropping to my knees on the marble floor. The hard surface bit against my knees a little, but honestly I couldn’t have given a single fuck, right now. I would take any pain to be able to be here, at eye-level with Jamie’s cock as I spun his body around to face me.

I leaned in and pressed my lips up against his tip gently, letting his clear precome slick my lips. Jamie shook a little as I did it, and I let my tongue slide out, tasting it.

I looked up and met his eyes, which were already looking blown-out and so half-lidded, I swore he looked like he’dalreadybeen pounded all night.

“Do you like being fucked, Jamie?” I said, letting my tongue gently swirl around the underside of his dick as he bit his lower lip.

“It’s just—just my favorite thing in the world,” he finally uttered. “No big deal.”

“You like it, huh?” I asked, my own cock throbbing at the idea.

“I want you to fill me up,” he said, reaching down to grip the side of my head, dripping wet.

I growled, pushing my fingertips into the skin of his thighs. “Get in my bed.”

He hummed, satisfied, grabbing my arm and starting to pull me up. “No. Not yet.”

The moment I stood back up, his lips were on mine. He crushed his mouth against me, claiming me with his tongue and pushing me back up against the wall, this time.

He was taking what he wanted.

And I really,reallyliked that.

The hot water pounded over us as he lathered his own hands now, working his hands across every inch of me. He started up at my shoulders, giving me a massage that was better than some professional ones that I’d paid hundreds for. He worked lower, leaning in to kiss me again.

When he spread my cheeks and brushed his thumb across my hole, I felt like I was going to melt right into the shower floor. I was harder than a damn rock.

“Bed. Now,” I uttered, leaning against his skin. “I want you so fucking badly.”

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