Page 79 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
“Name it.”
“Can we go to my room?”
We haven’t yet done anything in his bed, so this seems significant. He holds out his hand, and I take it. “Of course. Since we shared our statuses, you still good to go without condoms?”
His jaw tightens. “I can’t wait to have your cum dripping out of my ass.”
“Me too, baby. Same limits?”
“Yes,” he says, leading me to his bedroom.
I’m pleasantly surprised by his inner sanctum. There are no cool edges here, only an inviting combination of slate-gray walls and furniture, transposed with a thick white duvet and fluffy white pillows. He directs me past the bedroom into the ensuite bathroom, which has more of the pretty gray with white accents and the fanciest fucking shower I’ve ever seen.
There’s gotta be at least a dozen showerheads pointing toward the middle. I imagine standing there, pummeled by all that water, every inch of my body getting sprayed and massaged.
“Strip,” I order, my voice laced with mob and steel.
He does as requested, slipping off the shirt before pulling his undershirt over his head. He quickly pulls down his pants, his hands shaking. Stripping down to nothing, he crosses his hands in front of himself.
“Don’t cover yourself. Let me see you.”
He lets his hands fall away, and his natural blush moves from his chest up to his neck as I look him over. I twirl my finger in the air, and he dutifully turns in place, letting me enjoy every artistic curve of muscle up and down his lanky frame.
“Bend over. I want to examine your hole.”
He whimpers, then bends at the waist, automatically reaching back to spread his cheeks. I reach between his legs, pulling back his cock and balls so I can see them nestled under his ass.
“Mm. So fucking pretty,” I say, lightly circling the puckered skin with my middle finger, watching him struggle between embarrassment and horniness.
His cock thickens and his balls draw up nice and tight. I spit on his hole, then watch it drip down, clinging for a second to his cockhead before dripping on the floor. I keep him in this position, teasing his length with my fingers and the brush of my hard cock covered in expensive athleisure joggers.
“You’ve got some kind of space-age shower in here, sweetheart. Stand and set it up for me.”
I support him as he straightens up, amused by his little wobble after the head rush. I remove my clothes as he taps a black panel outside the shower, lighting up a hidden interface. He hits a few buttons, and the shower turns on with a powerful woosh, and I look forward to the promise of excellent water pressure.
I kiss him as the water comes up to temperature and steam fills the space. When we enter, a groan leaves my lips. So perfect.
He leans in, whispering, “The showerheads are programmable. I want to show you something.”
“That sounds very promising.”
“It is,” he says, tapping at the screen with all the controls. Looking over his shoulder, he grins. “At the risk of sounding bossy, put your hands on the wall in front of you and spread ‘em.”
Laughing, I do as asked and am immediately rewarded with pure fucking bliss.
Two of the jets are perfectly aimed at my taint and balls. He hits a few more buttons, and another set of showerheads bite at my nipples. There’s a pair at my shoulders, helping reduce the tension there, and the final two beat down on my scalp.
“You are a very dirty boy,” I say, spreading my legs farther apart.
Rand hums a little self-satisfied tune to himself and goes back to the panel, making a few more adjustments. The jets tickling my balls shift up until they’re nearly pounding at the puckered entrance of my asshole.
“How’s that feel?” he asks, ducking under my arms to stand in front of me. I mourn the loss of my nipple jets but mind it a little less when his happy eyes meet mine.
I bite the inside of my lip as the pulsing stream of water lights up every nerve ending. My voice is shaky as I respond. “Like I’m a whole new person. Spread my cheeks for me.”
He presses his face into my neck, and I can feel his smile on my skin. Wrapping his arms around me, his fingertips drift down to my ass as he obeys my command, grabbing a cheek in each hand and pulling them apart.
Fuck, that water pressure is going to be the death of me.
