I came up behind him and pressed a kiss to the center of his shoulder blades. “Do you mind if I join you?”
He rubbed a bar of soap across his chest and returned it to the tile shelf. “Never.”
I circled my arms around his waist and felt the soap against my fingertips. “Thanks for making me feel better on the plane…”
His arm moved over mine. “Of course, Lovely.” He turned and faced me, his facial hair still thick because he hadn’t shaved. He usually did that after he got out of the shower, when his skin was moist and soft. His arms moved around my waist, and he stared at my breasts with a heated gaze.
I needed to be sexy. I needed to be different from the other women he’d been with. I needed to give him whatever he wanted. I put aside all my self-consciousness and grabbed my tits with my hands. Slowly, I began to massage them, my thumbs swiping over my nipples. I grabbed some of the soap from his chest then spread it down the valley between my breasts.
Crewe watched every move I made.
I felt silly in the beginning, but when I saw the scorching look in his eyes, I didn’t feel so stupid. My nipples hardened because I became aroused. No man had ever made me feel more desirable. It was obvious how much he wanted me, and a man had never shown me such a profound level of sexual interest. I was asked out on dates. Men tried to pick me up in bars. But I never got a look like the kind Crewe was giving me right now.
His cock hardened against his stomach the longer he watched me. Nine inches emerged out of nowhere, hot, circulating blood filling his shaft.
I continued to grope myself before I licked my lips.
Crewe moaned loudly enough that I could hear it over the running water.
I took it a step further and lowered myself to my knees. The bathroom tile was hard and uncomfortable against my knees, but my unease would feed his desire even more. I kept my hands on my tits then opened my mouth, my tongue flattened and ready to go.
Crewe’s eyes darkened, and he grabbed his base, getting ready to shove it into my mouth. The last time I sucked his dick was because he commanded it. Now I was doing it willingly, prepared to be choked for his pleasure.
I looked up at him with my tongue sticking out, silently asking for his cock.
“Fuck…” He grabbed the back of my head and slowly inserted his length across my tongue. He aimed his cock for the back of my throat then moved inside. His fingers dug into my scalp as he stood tall above me, conquering me.
I felt his tip hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t allow myself to gag. I could taste him immediately, soap mixed with his arousal. I craned my neck and took his length over and over, taking my time so I could get used to the fullness in my throat.
I played with my tits again as I moved, licking his base to the tip and then down again.
He closed his eyes for a second as he enjoyed it, his fingers moving to my shoulder for balance.
I moved quicker, wanting to give him more. But the more I moved, the more I enjoyed it. I liked the way tears pooled in my eyes because he was so big. I loved the way my throat hurt because he was so long. I loved the way he continued to ooze in my mouth with pre-come. I loved the way his desire burned in his eyes as he wanted more of me.
This was supposed to be for him, pure manipulation. But I found myself enjoying it just as much.
“Look at me.”
My gaze moved up to his eyes as I kept going.
His large hand cupped my cheek as he continued to thrust into me, hitting my throat harder than before. Tears dripped from the corners of my eyes, and he wiped one away with the pad of his thumb. “Lovely.” He cupped his balls and massaged them while keeping one hand on my cheek. “Show me before you swallow.”
“Yes, sir.”
He moaned again as he pounded into my mouth, fucking me aggressively and stretching out my throat. His fingers moved to my neck, and he gripped me hard right before he burst. “Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
He aimed his cock and squirted the mounds of white seed onto my tongue, giving me so much I could actually feel the weight. He stroked himself as he finished, his eyes heavy. “Fuck…” He stared at his handiwork while some of his come stuck to his fingers. “Swallow.”
I retracted my tongue. “Yes, sir.”