When she grins and promises me that she will, I pick her up. She squeals in my ear, but I ignore her protests, taking her into the bathroom just down the hall. When I came in here earlier to escape her talkative roommate’s nosy boyfriend, I’d noticed that the room was small. Now, with both of us standing inside of it and clothes flying everywhere, it seems twice as tiny. The shower isn’t meant for two people, but I don’t care.
We could be in a fucking swamp right now, and the only thing I’d be able to focus on is the big green eyes staring up at me and the tight little cunt I’m seconds away from devouring. I tease her mouth with mine, using my teeth and tongue to make her moan and wiggle against me. “You’re actually obeying me and keeping that mouth of yours closed,” I rasp between kisses. Using my fingertip, I draw a wet circle around her nipple. “Fuck, I love it when you obey.”
A sexy grin starts on her face and she parts her lips to defy me, but I slide my knee between her thighs, nudging her legs as far apart as the shower will allow. I push her up against the tiled wall and cover her mouth with my hand so she can’t even whimper.
“I know when you’re going to do it, Little Flick. Don’t you even dare.”
Gripping her slick thigh with my free hand, I plunge my cock deep inside her cunt. She nips at my fingers covering her mouth, but I only laugh and shake my head. I thrust in and out of her tightness and give her a warning look as I drop my hand from her lips to stroke her throbbing clit.
“We made a deal, sweet. I fuck you here and you don’t talk.” When we hear a loud voice from the living room—her roommate announcing that she can’t find her license so she came back to look for it—Flick’s eyes widen at the devilish grin I give her. “Since you don’t want to hold up your end of the bargain, though, I can always haul your tight little ass back to the other room and give Wendy a show.”
She shakes her head furiously and I smack her ass. She shudders at the sharp warmth, so I do it again and again, telling her to touch her clit. “Put your hand over mine, sweet.” She does, her small fingers linking with mine to circle over her pulsing flesh. “That’s it, Felicity. Just like that.”
Panting wildly, she bucks her hips and arches her back. She’s going to make us both tumble out of this shower with the way she’s grinding and moving. I won’t stop, though. We could be pounding away on the floor, and I won’t quit her until her pussy’s soaked and clenching around me and her body is completely satisfied. “I’m going to need you to come for me, sweet,” I groan. “Come for me so I can take you back to my place and fuck you like this the right way.”
“The right way?” she whispers, ending her silence. I pinch her clit between my thumb and middle finger, and her forehead falls forward to the shower wall. “Oh god, I can’t—”
Get the words out—that’s what she can’t do. She shudders all around me as I slide in and out of her, and her cunt grips my dick so tightly I can’t stop myself from praising her. “You’re so good,” I murmur in her ear, slapping her ass again as her orgasm powers through her. “So perfect. I told you I’d make you come on command, my sweet Little Flick.”
A moment later, though, I follow behind her, pinning her to the shower wall as I release into her body. When I let her go and turn her around to face me, I cup her face in my hands and she melts against me. “I love you, Flick. Goddamn, I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Jackson.”
Epilogue
Eight Months Later
“Jax?” I yell out, walking up the stairs toward our bedroom. “You up here? I need to talk to you about something.”
“You know, Little Flick, you never did submit your testimonial to V-Bay,” he says the moment I open the door to find him on the edge of our bed with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips and his attention buried in his phone. The renovations to his condo were completed three months ago. When he asked me if I’d make the move from the penthouse at The Brighton to his Lake Shore East home, I had agreed without thinking twice. By that point, I was already spending every night with him so it made sense.
We make sense.
Living with Jackson is exhilarating, perfect, and occasionally, I still catch him staring at me in wonderment, his gorgeous bronze head tilted to one side. He always says he’s become so domesticated he’s scaring himself.