Good Gone Bad (The Fallen Men 3)

My throat was closed, my nose was stinging, and I was crying.

Danner heard me hiccough but gave me the dignity of sobbing into the shower spray until he was done with my hair. He turned me around, pushed me gently farther under the water and commenced rubbing me down with a natural sponge and body wash that smelled like him. I watched through the stream of water as he sympathetically dabbed at the cuts on my neck and worked away the crusted blood peeling on my chest then I closed my eyes to better feel it as he worked the sponge in firm circles over my breasts, slowly swirling from the outer edges to the hardened peaks. I gasped as his hand slid down my stomach and he crouched before me, lifting one of my feet to his shoulder so that he had unrestricted access to me. I could feel his fingertips at the edge of the sudsy cloth, moving up my calves, behind the tender skin of my knee to my inner thigh. I panted into the steam as he carefully swept over the outside of my bare pussy, across my suddenly aching clit and down the other side.

“Lion,” I pleaded softly.

He placed one foot down and picked up the other, shifting closer to my sex as he did so his nose was at the tender junction of my thigh and groin, and then started on that leg.

My head hit the backsplash behind me with a thud when he made his way up to my sex again. “Lion, please.”

He continued his slow, methodical washing, his face too close to me I should have felt insecure or uncomfortable. Instead, my blood felt molten, singeing through my veins and churning through the raging furnace at my heart.

The sponge pressed hard over my clit on the next path and I hissed.

Done, I twisted my fingers in his short hair and tugged brutally until he looked up at me. The savage desire in my gut blazed when I saw his blown pupils, the flush spread high on his cheekbone. Thank Christ, he wanted me too, even broken and ravaged as I was.

“I need you,” I told him, feeling like an exposed nerve beneath a scalpel. Only able to take the plunge because I knew Danner was skilled enough, careful enough to handle me the way I needed. “Please, Lion, you make me feel safe and loved. I need you right now. I’ve needed you for a long time.”

His eyes went black before my eyes as he digested my words and they gave him his high. He turned his head into the inside of my thigh, growled against the skin there and then bit me hard.

I gasped at the pain then melted into a full body moan as he tipped his head the other way and took my pussy in his mouth. My fingers spasmed in his hair as he ate at me, ruthless, ceaseless, until an orgasm crashed through me so hard I felt I’d shatter into molecules and floated on the air.

I could hear the wet sounds of him licking up my cum, feel his groan of triumph vibrate through my clit as he added fingers to my clenching cunt and curled them forward.

“Fuck,” I cried, jacking my torso forward at the intensity of pleasure, at the shocking feeling of a second orgasm looming so soon over the first. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, Rosie,” he said huskily, leaning back to watch his two fingers pump in and out of me, to see the way my thighs quaked. “Be a good girl and come all over my fingers. I want your cum dripping down my wrist.”

“Fuck!” I cried out as his words splintered the dam holding back that second orgasm and I was swept up in the flood.

“Yeah,” he praised, long and slow, still moving his fingers in and out of my grasping pussy but slower now, watching them glisten with me each time he pulled out. “Knew you’d have a gorgeous cunt.”

I shivered at the praise and stroked my fingers through his wet hair in silent thanks.

“I think we can do one more,” he said, looking up at me with wicked intent.

“I can barely stand as it is,” I told him truthfully, most of my weight against the back wall.

He smirked, a curling smile that I felt in my still convulsing core. My hands shot to his head when he lifted me up, walked on his knees closer to the wall so he was directly under the shower and I was pressed to the tile behind it and settled my legs over his shoulders so I was held up only by the strength of his hands at my ass.

“No excuses,” he muttered in my sex. “Come for me again, Rosie. Be a good girl.”

A shuddered at the thought of being good for him. God, I’d never wanted to be good for anyone else in my life, or any reason other than him, but fuck me if I didn’t want to prove to him just how good a girl I could be.