Page 49 of Take Me
It’s like she doesn’t hear me.She’s jumping around, clutching her boobs as her feet slip around on the oily wet floor.I don’t see any blood, but her tender flesh looks angry and red.I don’t stop to think.I drop to my knees, gripping her hips to steady her.As my mouth closes over her nipple, she lets out a gasp of relief.
“Oh, God—yes.”Is that relief or desire in her voice?
Don’t think about that, I order myself as my tongue swirls over that tight little bud.I suckle and soothe and try not to think about what I’m doing.I’m helping my friend, easing her pain, not doing anything sexual or?—
“Jesus Christ, don’t stop.”Erika’s hands clamp down on the back of my head.“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I open my mouth to take her in deeper, calming her flesh with the warmth of my mouth.She’s salty and hot, so unbearably soft I can’t breathe.I’m praying she doesn’t look down.Thanks to the force of the shower spray, my boxer briefs aren’t hiding much.They’re bunched at my hips with my dick poking out like it’s grabbing a drink.
I can’t think about that.All I know now is the taste of her skin, the soft little whimpers she’s making.Guiding my head, she maneuvers my mouth to her other nipple.She’s murmuring something I can’t understand as my lips seal around her.
“Please, Mason.”She’s whimpering, pleading, for what I’m not sure.“Do that thing with your tongue again—oh, God.”
Is this first aid or first base?Wait, no.Second base is boob stuff?My brain isn’t working, but other parts are as my hands glide around to her ass.She’s still wearing the thong, and I squeeze those taut cheeks as the water pounds down around us.
Gripping her tighter, I keep swirling my tongue on her nipple.I shift back to the other, flowing between long, gentle licks and soft flicks with the tip of my tongue.Am I trying to help her or have her?
I don’t honestly know, but she’s clutching my scalp like she’ll die if I stop.That makes two of us.If I kick the bucket right now, I’ll be the happiest fucking corpse on the planet.
My dick throbs so hard it feels like it might just explode.Droplets of water spatter sensitive flesh, making me groan as I sip at her.She’s fiery and hot, burning with need as she hooks one ankle behind me.Pulling me closer, she leans back on the slick tiles behind her.
“Feels so fucking good.”She’s panting and breathless, gasping for air in the steam.
We’re no longer pretending this is medical aid.It’s urgent and achy, a need pulsing deep in my core.Everything’s pounding—my head, my heart, the bare length of flesh between my legs.Something else, too, a sharp, wooden drumbeat that goes on a little too long.
Ripping my mouth off her breast, I look up at Erika.“Is someone knocking?”
“Wh—what?”She sounds as dazed as I feel.
“That’s the door.”Holy shit, someone’s here.
We stare at each other through thick wisps of steam.“Should we answer?”
It could be an emergency.But what could be more important than?—
“Mason?Erika?”It’s a female voice I can’t place.“Okay, we’re trying not to freak out, but there’s blood all over your stoop.”
Chapter8
Erika
Mason jumps out of the shower so fast he goes down in a heap on the floor.“I’m okay.”He springs up, tucking himself into sopping-wet boxer briefs as I stand bare-breasted and breathless in a rapidly cooling shower.
“Blood?”I snatch a thick towel off the rack, conscious of my body still tingling.“What’s happening?”
“I’m on it.”
As Mason sprints for the door, I stand for a few seconds longer, getting my bearings.My mind reels as every last inch of my flesh buzzes like a bandsaw.
What the hell did we just do?
Voices ring from the cabin’s front door as I crouch behind the shower curtain, wrapping a towel around me.
“Samantha,” Mason’s saying.“Maxine.Why aren’t you guys off enjoying your wedding night?”
Maxine responds as I pad from the bathroom to join Mason at the front door.I don’t miss the brides trading knowing looks.“We had to come thank you,” Max says.“What you did at the reception was magical.”
“Truly.”Sam stands beside her, holding a basket of goodies.“You didn’t just save the day.You gave us a memory we’ll treasure so much more than the candles or koozies or anything else we thought mattered.”
