Page 45 of Unworthy Ties
Rocco smiled slowly, his eyes full of hunger and promise. “Follow me,” he said softly, turning and walking towards the door that led to the bathroom. The moment we entered the room, he closed the door behind us, locking it with a decisive click.
He walked over to the shower and turned on the faucet, letting the warm water run freely into the large stall.
I lingered at the edge of the shower, the steam curling around us like a soft veil. The warmth hit my skin, making my pulse race, and I couldn’t help but glance at him, watching the way the water caught the light on his shoulders.
Rocco turned, eyes dark with intent, his expression unreadable but charged with something dangerous and irresistible. “Step in,” he murmured, voice low and steady, yet carrying that unmistakable weight that made my chest tighten.
I obeyed, letting the heat of the water wash over me, the scent of him filling the small space. He moved behind me, hands brushing my shoulders, his touch firm but careful, and a shiver ran down my spine.
“Relax,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I’ve got you.”
Even in the simple act of standing under warm water, with Rocco so close, I felt the world shrink to just the two of us.
His soap-slicked fingers massaged the dirt from my skin, working their way down my back, his hot breath tickling my neck.
My body ached with want, the anticipation of what would come next tearing through me like a wildfire.
The desire in those few moments felt almost primal, our connection undeniable, our chemistry off the charts. And as Rocco’s hands slid lower, cupping my behind and pressing mecloser against his hardness, I knew that this was only the beginning.
Rocco’s lips brushed along my shoulder, his low growl vibrating against me, and I trembled at the intensity of it. I tilted my head back, catching a glimpse of his eyes, dark and hungry, and the ache between my thighs grew more.
His fingers traced a deliberate path downward, each inch of my stomach burning under his unhurried touch. The ache between my thighs grew as he inched closer until I was sure it was an inferno.
When his fingers finally brushed against my entrance, I nearly gasped, the heat searing through me like a razor-sharp blade. Rocco chuckled darkly, low and husky, against the shell of my ear.
“You’re so cute,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. And then he was pushing two fingers inside of me, filling me slowly but steadily, his other hand still gripping my ass.
The sensation was electric and overwhelming, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat as he moved his fingers within me.
It never took long for Rocco to have me on the edge of an orgasm. I felt the pleasure bloom, and I leaned my head against his chest as I waited for the crest to hit me. When he withdrew his fingers, I let out a choked cry, my knees almost buckling.
He turned me around to face him, his chest heaving with the effort of control. And then his lips were on mine. Rocco groaned into the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as one of his hands slid down to stroke between my legs.
I cried out against his lips, my hips bucking into his touch as he found my clit and teased it expertly. I couldn’t stand anymore; I needed more.
“Rocco,” I moaned against his mouth, arching into his touch. He growled low in his throat, his free hand sliding up to cup my breast.
Without further warning, he picked me up, water dripping down our bodies as he moved us to the slick tile wall. His fingers never slowed their rhythm as he pressed me against the cool surface.
I could feel him pressing against my mound, a clear sign of how desperately he wanted this. And then he was pushing inside of me, filling me in one deep thrust.
His lips found my neck, teeth nipping softly as he moved, each slow thrust sending shivers of pleasure through me. His hips pumped steadily against mine, our skin slick with water and sweat, making every touch a violent collision of sensation.
The sound of our combined breathing filled the room with an almost primal intensity as Rocco buried himself deeper and deeper within me with each slow thrust. My nails dug into his shoulders as I tried to hold on to something solid in this storm of pleasure coursing through me.
The intensity built within me once again; the pressure mounting until I felt like I was going to combust. Rocco’s thrusts grew faster, harder, his mouth moving down my neck and nipping at my shoulder blade.
“Rocco,” I whispered, voice hoarse and pleading. And then he was there, his rough hands gripping my hips as he found that spot that made me see stars.
“Yes,” he groaned against my skin, a barely there rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “You feel so good.”
I cried out as the pleasure ripped through me, clinging to him as if he were my lifeline. He followed me over the edge, his body tensing as he painted my insides white.
Our bodies trembled together, our breathing ragged. Rocco pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from inside of me with a wetpop. His hands ran roughly down my back before pulling me into his embrace.
As we stood there in the dimly lit bathroom, the air heavy with the remnants of our passion, I could feel my heart racing in sync with his. Rocco held me close, his embrace both comforting and possessive, as if he never wanted to let me go.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with raw desire. His words sent a thrill through me, knowing that I had this effect on him.
