Wheeler (Seattle Sharks 8)

My heart slammed against my ribs, beating out a cadence that sent sparks of anticipation throughout my body.

She rounded the glass, stepping into the walk-in shower, and I backed up, putting as much space between us as possible.

“Don’t,” I rasped, barely leashing my need to put my hands on her. “Not unless you’re certain. You’re not the only one with your heart on the line.”

Every bit the siren she was, she walked through the steam, through the water that crossed her path, until she stood toe-to-toe with me, my erection bobbing against her soft stomach.

She swallowed, seemingly losing her bravado for a moment as she looked away.

I could have wept for the loss. So help me God, if she chose me, I’d make sure she understood her power, her allure, her irresistibility. I’d hand her the very tools to destroy me if only to teach her that she could. She thought I was on a different planet, but she existed in a different universe—one where the dirt and grime of the public life hadn’t sullied her. One where kindness outshined ambition.

Look at me, Älskling.

As if she’d heard me, her eyes found mine, and whatever she saw there bolstered her confidence. She took my dick in her hand and squeezed.

Pleasure took my every logical thought as she stroked my length, her hand barely fitting around me.

“This is mine.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yours,” I agreed, my voice rougher than the stones at our feet.

“You’re mine.”

Not arguing there.

“I’m yours.”

“Only mine.” She squeezed tighter.

She was starting to understand her power. I would have laughed, but I was too busy groaning. Fuck, that felt good.

“Lukas,” she chastised me.

“Only ever yours,” I growled.

She dropped to her knees and sucked my cock between her lips.

“Holy shit, Faith!” I slammed a hand against the wall to keep standing as she took me, swirling her tongue around the tip and then sucking me deep.

My vision hazed, or maybe that was the steam. Whatever.

One of her hands fisted my base as she worked me over, licking, sucking, swirling...her mouth was fucking magical. The other hand gripped my ass, pulled me closer so she could take me deeper until I felt the back of her throat.

I jerked back, scared to gag her, and she let me, only to pull me back rhythmically until I was literally fucking her mouth. The sight of her hair, her emerald eyes, her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock sent warning bells down my spine.

As much as I wanted to push her, to come down her throat, I wanted to be inside her even more.

With a growl, I pulled out of her mouth, leaving her on her knees in the most erotic picture I’d ever seen.

“Not what you wanted?” she asked, then licked her bottom lip.

“Too fucking good,” I answered, lifting her under her arms to stand, and pressing her against the wall. I kissed her hard and deep, holding nothing back. Tasting her and myself on her tongue.

Then my knees hit the stone, bringing me eye-level with heaven.

Her fingers gripped my hair, and I spread her folds with one hand, holding her open for me. Then I took the shower head closest to me and removed it from its clip. A quick turn and I changed the pulsing, hard streams to a softer spray.

I watched confusion pass over her with a smirk and lifted the showerhead to her pussy.

“Lukas!” she cried out as the first streams hit her, caressing the delicate skin around her clit, but not that swollen nub. I used it carefully, waking up every nerve ending as she started to rock, seeking that pressure she needed.

I changed my grip and held her against the wall with a forearm across her lower belly. Then I used the showerhead to stroke and caress her until my name was a plea on her lips.

Then I dropped the head and sucked her clit between my lips.

She went off like a firecracker, screaming as her orgasm took her swiftly. Her legs shook, her entire body trembling as wave after wave hit her, and I pressed her clit with my tongue, sending her aftershock into a full-blown second wave.

Her grip on my hair was almost painful, and I relished every fucking second.

“I want you inside me,” she urged, her voice breathless.

“You’re too sore,” I argued, lifting her in my arms. I shut off the water and walked out of the shower, pausing only so she could grab two of the stacked towels.

Then I carried her to bed.

“I’m okay,” she promised. “Please, Lukas. I need all of you.”

So maybe she didn’t really need lessons on how to claim her power, because she already wielded it really fucking well. There was nothing I would deny her.

I rubbed her briskly with one of the towels so she wouldn’t catch a chill, then pulled a condom from my nightstand and rolled it over my length.

She watched me with ravenous eyes, nibbling on her lower lip.

I sucked it free, laving it with my tongue. Then I sat at the edge of my bed and lifted her to straddle me. My cock strained between us, aching and hard.

Every nerve ending in my body crackled as she pressed a kiss to my neck.

“You’ll be in control this way,” I told her, then swept my fingers to her opening. “Damn, I love how wet you are.”

“You get hard the minute I walk in?” she asked, rising above me until my dick met her slick, swollen entrance.

I nodded, incapable of words.

“I’m wet the minute you look at me,” she said, lowering herself one careful inch.

I locked my jaw, gritting my teeth to keep from thrusting inside her.

“I’m soaked when I hear your voice. The accent slays me,” she whispered in my ear and sank another inch.

Fuck me, I was going to die right here and now.

“I’m dripping when you take the ice. When I see that famed focus I know you bring into our bedroom.”

The our nearly had me coming. My fingers flexed on her hips, digging into the flesh so hard I had to back off for fear I’d leave marks.

“But when you go down on me? When you’re kneeling there all naked, and gorgeous, and cut, and using that tongue on me?” she pulled my earlobe between her teeth. “When you’re telling me that all of this is mine?”

Inch.

Inch.

Inch.

“I’m so ready for you that I ache. I feel empty without you filling me.”

She slammed down, taking me to the hilt, and I groaned at the tight, hot feel of her encasing me. She was a tight, velvet fist, stroking me with a swirl of her hips.

“Faith,” I growled, and captured her mouth.

I filled her mouth with my tongue just like my body filled hers with my cock, fucking her with the same rhythm until she was moaning and rocking on me with uncontrolled swings of her hips.

Her cries came higher and higher, and I gripped her hips, taking back the control, and held her still while I slammed up, pounding into her from below.

She arched her back and cried out, her pussy rippling around me, clenching in her orgasm, pulling me with her in a wave of ecstasy I was powerless to stop. I pumped twice more and was gone, losing myself in her body, in our connection, in something deeper that I knew branded me to my very soul.

And once she recovered, I lowered her to the sheets and started all over again.

I was never going to get enough of her.

Ever.