She’s taking too long in the shower or at least it feels like it. I check the time, and it’s been thirty minutes. I knock, but she doesn’t answer. Fuck, I hope she’s okay. Turning the knob, I find the door’s unlocked. I step inside to see her against the shower wall with her hands between her legs, strumming her pussy through a small thatch of dark, wet hairs. Fuck, my dick jumps eager to join the party. “Cole.” I let out a growl as she moans my name.
“Yes, baby.” I open the shower door. She flinches, trying to hide what she’d been doing. “Don’t stop. That’s sexy as fuck. Let me see you please your aching pussy.” She takes a second to shake off the embarrassment and then slowly slides her fingers back down her slit. I lift off my shirt, tossing it on the floor and kicking off my shoes. Standing there with my hand stroking my cock over my black pants and boxer briefs, I watch as she stares at me, biting her lip. I’ve got too much clothes on.
“Don’t stop unless you want something else.”
“I don’t know how to do this. I just can’t get you out of my head,” she says. I quickly undress, step into the small shower, and tug her into my arms, tipping her chin and lowering my mouth for our first kiss. Her soft lips move with mine until she’s moaning and grinding against me.
“Let me take care of you.” I drop to my knees and lift one leg over my shoulder. Her pretty little nub peeks out, begging for my attention, but I tease her with the swipe of my tongue along her seam. One taste of her pussy, and I’m an addict. I dip one finger into her excruciating tight core, adding the tip of my tongue into her heat and licking my way up to her clit. She cries out, shaking as she rides my finger.
“Oh my God,” she pants. She creams, coming on my tongue, and I want to lift her up and drive my thick cock in her pulsing warmth, but I want to keep her forever. There’s no need to rush it.
I kiss my way up, and I lift myself to my feet. “Better,” I whisper against her lips.
“Wonderful,” she sighs. Her eyes are heavy, and she’s practically limp in my arms. I turn off the water and take a towel to dry us off before carrying her pretty ass to bed. I dash back into the bathroom and slip on my boxer briefs because I’m too tempted to fuck her, and I need that barrier to stop from coming on her ass. Climbing in behind her, I cradle her back to my chest. It’s a feeling I can truly get used to.
Chapter Four
Aviana
I wake up with my head on Cole’s chest. Smiling inwardly, I remember the night before and what he did to me in the shower. It’s in that moment that I realized I left him unsatisfied. It’s as if he sent me into a coma. I lean back to admire his almost naked body, and I see his cock pushing through his boxers. His dick is rock hard right now.
Doing something I’ve never done before. My head drops, and my tongue darts out between my lips. I moan as I taste him, and I need more. “This is so wrong,” I whisper to myself as I slide my mouth over his cock.
“No, it’s not,” he groans. “Go on, my sweet girl. Suck me off.” My pussy clenches with his husky sleep-filled voice.
From the moment he stepped through the bar door, he controlled my body. I tried to fight it, but it’s futile. I belong to Cole, and I don’t feel in the least bit bothered by it. Instead, I take his long, thick cock down, sliding my mouth over it. My pace picks up with every moan that rips from his throat. His thighs flex under my chest, and then he pulls me off of him.
“I want to come in your sweet pussy. Are you ready for me?” He flips me onto his back and roams down my naked body. I press my legs closed, feeling shy. Cole’s head moves slowly from side to side, his lips upturned into a wicked grin. “You’re mine, Aviana. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He wraps his hands around my calves and parts my thighs.
A low, appreciative growl comes from deep within as he stares at my soaking wet pussy. “Mine.” His face disappears between my legs, and then the feel of his tongue causes my hips to rock upward. Cole’s hand tightens around my thigh, licking me until I’m scream out my orgasm. I grab the sheets, clinging to them as I come.
“Fuck, I love the way you taste. Can you come for me again?”