Rich Soldier (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 2)

Neither of us says a word as he follows me up the steps and inside. I don’t give him a tour, instead I start stripping the moment that I enter the house. I don’t look back to see if he’s following me because I know he is. We’re not going to the bedroom either. Not yet. Instead I walk into my bathroom—one of my favorite places in my house and a room that I designed myself—and into my giant shower.

Wallace doesn’t hesitate to join me when I turn on the water. But that’s when I get my first glance of Wallace. All of Wallace. He takes my breath and I have to stop and stare. I felt that he was built, and I knew he was big, but seeing it is an entirely different experience. He’s chiseled. I reach out, running my fingers down the grooves in his stomach to his hips, and drag my gaze lower to where his cock juts out from his body. It’s thick and proud and almost certainly bigger than when I saw him last.

He’s perfect, damn him. Hating him would be so much easier if he’d shriveled up and had acne or become…someone who wasn’t Wallace.

Stepping forward, he joins me under the flow of the water. “What do you want?” he asks. And I can interpret the question a million different ways given our history and our situation. All of those possibilities are spinning in my mind as I look up at him, watch his hair grow wet and slick, watch the water catch the grooves of his body and emphasize just how goddamn beautiful he is.

So I choose the only possibility I can face. “To not talk right now. To just be with each other. Feel good. Together.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just kisses me again, showing me that he got the message and he understands that this is what we both need. Warm water soaks into my hair and runs in rivulets down my face and around our lips. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but when he reaches out for my washcloth and lathers it with body wash, that’s not it.

Turning me so my back is against his chest, he washes me. Slow movements and sensual strokes, all while I can feel his cock pressed against my ass, hot and insistent. One arm wraps around my waist while the other soaps my breasts, and he groans. In my ear, he whispers, “No more words than this. Once I get you out onto that bed, you’re mine.”

I shiver, ignoring the many possible meanings of his words beyond sex. But I believe him. Once he takes control, he’ll give me pleasure, even at the expense of his own. And that’s not what tonight is about. Not for me. Tonight is about both of us releasing this tension that’s between us.

The image of myself on my knees before him nearly undid me this afternoon, and even through the water I can feel myself grow wet with arousal, and I see the surprise on his face when I turn and sink to the floor. I don’t let him protest, immediately sucking him between my lips. He’s so thick, I’ll never be able to take him all. My mouth is already full and I’m barely halfway down his shaft, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His hands are in my hair, fingers grasping, and his head is thrown back in ecstasy. Good.

I tease him with my tongue, working my mouth up and down him as best I can, drawing little patterns and stroking him. And when I pull back and suck the head of his cock, he groans, and the muscles in his stomach ripple. I use my hands too, sealing them around his shaft and moving them with my mouth, hoping to give the illusion that I’m taking more of him than I am. He’s just too big for me, even though I take him as deep as I possibly can, until he’s touching the back of my throat and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to take more.

His breath has gone shallow, and I know he’s close, and so I don’t hold back. I work my mouth up and down his cock in fast, even strokes, making sure to focus on his head, teasing the most sensitive part until he’s thrusting his hips, so close that he’s saying yes and cursing under his breath. And then he cries out, the sound echoing in the shower, and he comes.

It floods into my mouth, hot and sweet, and I let it fill my mouth until it runs down my face. I let him see me take it, watch me as I swallow him. His eyes are so dark with lust that he looks different, and I’m so wet that I would do this again right now just to see the look on his face. He doesn’t let me get that far.