Page 87 of Bad Boy Next Door
His eyes widened and then he scooped me up into his arms.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he strode toward the bedroom door.
“The only acceptable place for us now. The shower.”
Within moments, the warm water soothed my body as Nick’s hands gently stroked, and the soapsuds turned pink from the ketchup on my breasts and neck.
Turning me, he held me from behind, and the water rinsed away all the ketchup, not to mention the sweat of last night and this morning’s lovemaking. And it had been lovemaking.
Even with the hard fuck I’d just taken, even with all the ways I’d teased and tortured Nick last night, I’d felt connected to him through all of it, close to him, closer to him than I’d felt to anyone in my whole life.
My insides already ached to have him inside me again.
He gently washed my hair, and then we swapped positions, my turn to fondle his body as I washed away the remnants of his brothers’ cruelty.
His cock woke again, semi-hard, and I bent, wanting to feel him harden in my mouth.
“Nope,” he said, then he picked me up and backed me into the wall at the end of the bathtub. “Watch your head.”
I stretched to find a towel rack just a few inches above my head and grabbed onto it as he reached outside the tub for the bathmat. He knelt down on the mat in front of me, and his hand slipped through my folds, stroking, parting, probing as my wetness blended with the water from the shower.
Holding my hips with one arm, he stroked with the other, teasing my opening, circling my clit, driving me nearly crazy. I lifted one leg to his shoulder, wanting to give him better access, wanting to be so open to him that he could live inside me.
His mouth claimed my clit, and two of his fingers pressed inside. His tongue flicked and circled, his fingers moved slowly, curving at the end and stroking my G-spot. I gasped, barely able to hold onto the towel rack, almost ready to come.
My hips thrust into his face as he licked and sucked, and his fingers continued to fuck me. Then his other hand slid from its lock on my hips to press against my asshole. I cried out, gripping the towel rack hard.
My foot slipped on the wet porcelain, my body now fully supported by a tripod made up of my leg on his shoulder, his fingers fucking me and my tenuous hold on the towel rack behind me.
As he continued to suckle and finger me, his other hand rubbed my asshole. He pressed his pinky finger inside, and my orgasm exploded.
I rocked, crying out, twisting and writhing as if my body wanted to simultaneously escape the stimulation and increase it.
The towel rack broke off the wall.
I screamed, but Nick caught me.
“Sorry,” I said.
He threw it past the shower curtain, and it clattered to the tile floor of his bathroom.
He turned me, and I braced my hands on the tiled wall to keep from landing face first. One of his feet stepped on the shower curtain, holding it down against the outside edge of the tub, and then with his hands on my hips he bent me over and thrust deep inside me. Thrust so hard I had to push back against the wall to keep from cracking my head.
“Fuck,” he cried out. “You make me so hard, Jade. You drive my body to want sex so rough.” He thrust again. “This okay?” He pulled slowly back.
“Yes.” I cried out as he pushed in deep again. “Fuck me as hard as you want to.”
He pulled out and drove hard again, but I could tell he was holding back.
“Nick.” I gasped on the breath he forced out of me. “I trust you. I’ll stop you if you hurt me.”
At those words, he gripped my hips tightly and started to thrust in earnest, his hips pumping like a piston, his hands pulling me forward and back to his rhythm, the friction burning my cunt, his body taking mine so completely, I knew I’d never be able to get it back.
