“Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I’m too big for my skin. I’m too loud and too coarse and clumsy as fuck and scared I’m going to do something dumb and you’ll take off. You should take off before I do. I kind of want you to.”
“You want me to go?”
“No. Fuck. I might actually die if you leave me.”
“You won’t die. I won’t let you.”
“You realize you’re the boss here. I don’t have a clue how to make this good for you.”
“Reid, shhh. You’re in control. You can say stop anytime and we’ll stop.”
“Nice theory.” He snatched her
hand, brought it down on his cock, his upper body curling forward, face tight with tension, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.
He set the pace, moving their hands together, his breath rasping. He closed his eyes, his other hand gripping her arm as if he still thought she’d abandon him. She wasn’t going to ditch him. She was going to wreck him.
“Tell me how you want this?”
“Just, please, touch me, anything. Anything you want.”
His desperation was heady. Like knowing you had a medal chance, like you were the one to beat. She pulled his head down to kiss him then broke his hold and went to her knees, her hands flattened on his thighs.
He grunted, his stomach contracting. “Flygirl, you know what you’re doing?”
She ran her tongue up his length. “Making you come in my mouth.”
Both of his hands slapped the wall behind him and his quads jumped under her palms. “You sure?”
“Fill my throat till I choke, Reid.”
His pelvis tilted and his knees softened. He swore under his breath and kept up a tirade of foul curses as she took him in her hand and licked across the head of his penis. When she closed her mouth over him, he shouted and smacked his head hard on the tiled wall.
She sat back on her heels. He looked at her with a dazed expression, wonder, pleasure and the pain of conking his head flashing across his features. Then his eyes found her hand, pressed against her mound, and they narrowed, his mouth dropping open, his expression blanking.
“You okay, Reid?”
“Total system failure.”
She smiled up at him. “Hold onto me.” She took him slowly, sucking her cheeks in, gripping the base of his cock to keep him steady, to have all of him, cocooned. His hands found her hair and gripped too tight, a string of inarticulate sounds of pleasure flooding the room.
She could taste him through the shower water falling over them, but nothing was better than watching his face as he came apart, head thrown back, jaw clenched, throat bared, eyes squeezed shut, gone inside his head as he came in her mouth, forcing her to swallow and swallow and then pull away coughing.
He was on the tiles beside her, dragging her into his lap, slamming his lips to hers, hugging her so close the shower water got trapped in the valleys of their bodies and slapped in waves to the floor.
He consumed her lips and jaw and neck and throat. His hands were everywhere, squeezing her ass, holding her head, plumping her breast. She hadn’t wrecked him so much as unleashed him and she loved it. Her very own Frankensex monster.
When he hauled her to her feet, he kept up the steady luxurious assault on her body with his hands and his mouth and he added words.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I nearly drowned you and I’m still hard. Show me what you like.”
She liked everything about the trembling, deliberateness of him, the dirty worshipping he lavished on her. Thumbs circling her nipples, rolling her breast in his hand, stroking down her body to cup between her legs.
“Your fingers inside me now.”
He was good at taking instruction. He stroked three fingers through her and pushed into her vagina with one, making a low soft moan, and they both took shuddery breaths.