The Imperfections

Brant sighs with pleasure, his head falling back and his eyes drifting closed as I work him. I’m getting so turned on looking at him standing here naked with the water streaming down his body, running over his taut muscles…

I kneel and quickly lower myself to both knees, uncaring of the hot stream of water rolling down his strong body and pouring down on me at his feet. It’s like a filthy baptism, and I love it.

I need to worship, so I lean in and take the tip of his cock into my mouth. He pushes his fingers through my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling me forward, forcing more of himself into my mouth. I’m not ready for it so I make a little noise of protest, but I don’t try to pull back. It’s less comfortable, but I like letting him set the pace. I like his firm hand on the back of my head, guiding me back and forth and making me take him any way he desires.

It feels like a punishment, a penance doled out by the keeper of my soul to keep me in line. I hope it is. I hate him being angry at me. I understand why he is, but all I want is for him to forgive me and us to get back to how it was before, when I knew for sure that he liked me.

At least I know he still wants me. Even if he doesn’t like me right now, we still have this.

Since it’s all I have at the moment, I give it all I’ve got. I suck him like my life depends on it, like it’s back when we first met and I’m desperate to prove my worth. When he plants a hand against the shower wall and groans as he comes down my throat, my heart soars with satisfaction, even while my pussy throbs with need.

I was so wrapped up in his pleasure, I forgot about my own. I should’ve only sucked him to the point of desperation, then made him fuck me.

Now, as I stand back up, he’s sated, and I’m aching with so much need I think I might die.

“Brant,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his strong torso and looking up at him pleadingly. I try to pull him against my needy body, but I’m met with resistance.

He looks down at me. I can see in his eyes he knows what I want, but he makes me ask for it anyway. “Yes?”

“I need you,” I tell him.

Now that I’ve confessed my hunger for him, he curls his strong arm around my waist, pulling me against his slick body. “You need me?”

“Yes. So much,” I say, leaning my forehead against his shoulder.

Brant snakes his other arm around me then lets his hand slide down to cup my ass. Pleasurable tingling follows everywhere he touches. My senses are so alive, bliss firing from all cylinders. He squeezes my ass and I practically purr, melting against his body.

“You know what I need, Alyssa?” he murmurs deeply, intimately, right into my ear.

Me. Please let it be me.

“What?” I ask breathlessly as his hand moves around my body and slides between my legs. My heart pounds so hard, I’m surprised it doesn’t fly out of my chest. Anticipation builds as his fingers dance along my skin, so close. So, so close. His finger traces the curve of my inner thigh then brushes the outside of my pussy, and my knees just about give out.

I’m completely certain I’ll die if he doesn’t push his finger inside me and relieve my ache right this second, but he’s paying me back, teasing me like I teased him. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can barely stand I need it so much.

He kisses the side of my face tenderly. Then he says, “I need to know why Theo was in the barn with you.”

Something shatters inside as he withdraws his hand from between my legs without touching me, then removes his body just as quickly. I shudder, left suddenly cold without him right on top of me. He might as well have dumped an actual bucket of ice water over my head.

Appearing unfazed, as if I’m not here, Brant moves back under the brunt of the spray, running a hand through his dark, wet hair to rinse out any remaining shampoo. Then he rotates under the shower, his hands running over slick muscles I desperately want to run my own hands over, but I’m stuck plastered to this wall, left wanting and cold while he rinses off.

When he’s done, he turns the water off and opens the shower door. I haven’t moved from my spot against the wall. I watch with sad eyes as he dries himself, my body still warmed up inside while externally I’m so cold.