Chute Yeah (The Valentine Boys 3)

“By changing me into one of your shirts and ridding me of my bra?” I teased.

His grin was wicked.

“Maybe.”

I stood up slowly and walked to the bathroom, all too aware that my ass was hanging out of the t-shirt.

I felt his eyes on me the entire way.

And when I got to the bathroom, I washed my face and brushed my teeth, so glad to no longer have tooth pain that I was almost giddy.

That’d been the worst forty-eight hours ever.

I would rather have my arm lopped off than ever have to go through that kind of pain again.

“One of the best things ever is seeing you bent over my sink,” Banks’ rough, sultry voice said from behind me.

I looked up from where I was brushing my teeth, allowing the foam from the toothpaste to dribble down my chin.

“This is sexy to you?” I said, splattering the mirror with more foam and spit.

He grinned, walked up behind me, and then cleaned the mirror off with a towel that he found by my elbow.

The move made his hard cock press into my backside.

“Does it feel like it turns me on?” he asked, pressing his hips against me and rolling his hips.

I nearly choked on my toothbrush when I poked it too far into my throat.

He laughed at my expression.

I slowly closed my eyes and finished brushing my teeth.

He didn’t stop grinding against me.

I did manage to finish, rinse my mouth, and plant my elbows onto the countertop before he started to peel my panties down my thighs.

I was looking at him over my shoulder, watching him look at his hands as he drug them up and down the length of my thighs.

“Spread ‘em wide, darlin’,” he ordered.

I allowed the panties to slip off my feet, then did as he asked, spreading them wide enough that he could see just how ready I was for him.

“Sometimes,” he said as he looked at me. “I look at you and think, there’s no possible way that you’re mine.”

I swallowed hard.

“Sometimes I look at you and think, ‘I can’t believe I get to say Banks Valentine is mine,’ so we’re even,” I teased.

“I am,” he said, his eyes moving up until they were on me. “I’m yours, for however long you want me.”

I smiled then.

“Forever,” I promised. “I want you forever.”

His eyes went dark, and while my eyes were on his, he slowly lowered his zipper.

The zziiiiipppp of his zipper going down sounded like a gunshot in the quiet bathroom.

Still he kept his eyes on mine as he lifted himself free of his tight jeans, then slowly pressed his engorged cock head to my entrance.

He didn’t once take his gaze off of mine as he circled my entrance, coating himself in the juice that was already leaking from me.

“I love how wet you are,” he told me, pressing slightly inside.

I swallowed hard and spread my legs just a little bit wider.

He spread his wider, too, changing the angle as he slowly started to sink inside.

It felt intense, feeling him fill me up as well as keeping my gaze locked with his.

Then again, anything that I did with Banks Valentine was intense. Only this time, I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as he let me see the intensity in his eyes.

Hands on my hips, he slowly started to rock his cock inside of me, back and forth, in and out, until I was on the verge of an orgasm.

And, just when I started to get to the point of no return, he’d read it on my face and back off.

After the third such time, I moaned and dropped my head to rest on the faucet.

“Banks, no,” I whined.

He laughed then, squeezing my hips with his big hands. “Look at me.”

I rocked my head back and forth.

“No,” I denied his request. “You’re teasing me. I don’t like being teased.”

“Fuck yes, you do,” he said, one of his hands leaving my hip and fisting in my hair.

Then I had no choice but to lift my head.

He pulled a little harder than he usually would when I refused to open my eyes.

I laughed when he growled my name.

“No,” I snapped. “I don’t—can’t—do this. I need you.”

He pulled out and slammed home then, my hips bouncing hard against the counter as he did.

I cried out and opened my eyes out of pure shock.

Gasping, I blinked rapidly a few times before saying, “Yes!”

He grinned then, slowly pushing his cock into me before pulling it back out again, going as deep as he possibly could go.

He didn’t back off this time.

When I started to come, my eyes looking deep into his, he kept his pace.

And when the wave of my orgasm washed over me, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever felt in my life.

A few seconds later, I watched him come, too.