Chapter 36 #2
“Goddammit, woman.” I let out a shaky breath. “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
“I’ve always preferred showing to telling.” Her voice dropped low, sultry. I could just make out the flutter of lashes against her creamy skin.
“Is that right?”
“Mmhm. Absolutely.”
“That,” I said, grabbing her hips and pulling her forward against my hard cock, “I can do.”
Cleo laughed as I walked us into the shower. There was barely enough room for the two of us to stand together, but it wasn’t any hardship for me. I loved knowing she was within my grasp. The fact I couldn’t move without touching her was a comfort I never realized I would ache for.
“Grady, our clothes,” she said, looking down at my jeans, which were now sitting at my ankles. “You could’ve at least let me finish taking them off.”
“They’re just clothes,” I said with a shrug. “And they’re already stained with cum. I don’t think a little water is gonna hurt them, bluebird.”
“Oh my god,” she mumbled, reaching behind me for the body wash. “Do me a favor and get those off so we have a little more room.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, earning an eyeroll when I gave her a salute.
I loved this bossy side of her, how she’d become more assertive with age.
Part of it was a front, I could tell. I think she assumed she needed to be bossy because she carried the weight of being the oldest, but sometimes I think she enjoyed it.
I opened the shower door as much as I could, tossing the sopping wet clothes in the sink before turning to her. I glanced down at the panties she still wore. They were so thin, completely soaked, and I could just see the outline of her pussy. “Your turn.”
Crowding her against the wall, I let my hands trail down her arms until they rested at her waist. Cleo trembled as I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric and slowly tugged them down her legs.
Part of the way, at least. The shower really was small, so she had to finish the job once they got past her knees.
Note to self: Make sure all future bathroom spaces are large enough to fit two people comfortably.
Suddenly, there was nothing between us. I could see all of her, and she could see all of me.
There was something erotic about simply being able to look at her.
I knew it made her uncomfortable, but her body was beautiful.
Sure, it’d changed, but the only regret I had when staring at her was I missed it happening.
“You’re stunning,” I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Gorgeous.” She opened her mouth, likely to protest, but I stopped her. “Can I wash you?”
“Wash me?” she echoed.
“If that’s okay with you?”
Cleo furrowed her brows. “Why would you want to do that? I can wash myself.”
My feelings about her ex were complicated.
I hated the man, hated what he did to her—both mentally and physically—but I also wished he had treated her like the queen she was.
The fact that I wanted to care for her on every level shouldn’t have come as a surprise.
It should’ve been the bare minimum, honestly.
Even though my relationship with Liv was complicated, I’d washed her hair more times than I could count, especially after Charlie was born.
If she needed help taking a shower, I would’ve done it without hesitation.
Things were only sexual if they were made to be.
It was just a form of care, of adoration.
Why would anyone shy away from that, especially if they loved someone?
“I know you can. The point is I want to wash you, baby. I want to shower you, literally, with affection. I want an excuse to touch you,” I said, lowering my voice.
I let my fingertip trail from her shoulder down her chest to her nipple.
“To tease you.” And then I went lower until I found the patch of trimmed hair between her thighs.
Whether she meant to or if it was instinct, her legs parted for me.
“To make up for lost time.” She let out a soft moan as I brushed her clit. “But if you don’t want that…”
“I do,” Cleo said quickly. “I want it so badly.”
“Then hand me the shampoo. We’ll start there.”
Cleo did as I asked, turning around and handing over the bottle. Her hair was already soaked through, so I poured some of the shampoo into my palm before gently running my hands through her strands. She closed her eyes as I began to massage her scalp, making noises that went straight to my cock.
“He never did this for you?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “Not even when you were sick?”
“Never,” she said, giving her head a little shake. “But to be fair, I never asked him to.”
That was the thing with Cleo. When it came to others, she never expected anyone to do something unless she asked.
She carried the weight of everything on her shoulders, yet she would bend over backwards to help others without them so much as uttering a word.
No matter how often I tried to get her to see that when we were kids, I’d hoped she would’ve changed her outlook.
“He should never have needed to be asked to do something nice for you, Cleo. He should’ve just done it because he wanted to, because he knew it would make you feel better or take something off your plate.”
She didn’t say anything as I grabbed the detachable showerhead and rinsed all the soap out before going in with conditioner.
“Body wash, please.” I held out my hand and she placed it in my palm.
I looked around, realizing I had never grabbed a washcloth.
It slipped my mind because I’d let my other head focus on the earth-shattering orgasms and Cleo’s naked body instead.
My hand would have to do this time, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
I kneaded her muscles as I let my soap-filled hands roam across her body.
I paid attention to the spots that made her gasp or moan or shake.
Her breasts were a favorite. When I delicately rolled her nipples between my fingers, she let her head fall back against my shoulder.
By the time I made it to her back, I felt her relax fully into my touch.
“How’s that feel?” I whispered, noting the way she shivered as my breath caressed her ear.
Cleo let out a noise that sounded like “good,” though I wasn’t sure.
That was how I was going to take it anyway, as I continued my way down her back to her ass.
I wrapped my arm around her stomach and pressed her into the wall, taking my time to clean between her thighs until she was panting.
Without meaning to, I’d damn near brought her to the point of orgasm.
“Do you want to come, baby?” I asked. She nodded her head, muffling her cries with the back of her hand as I slowly traced a finger along her entrance, dipping in ever so slightly.
Holy fucking shit, my girl was tight. Her pussy was already greedily clamping down on my digit, and I’d barely begun to work it inside of her.
I considered my cock slightly above average, but I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if she would struggle to take me.
She had, once upon a time, but that was years ago, when we were innocent and had barely explored our own bodies, let alone someone else.
I suppose if it had truly been ages since she’d been with someone and had settled on a silicone replacement, it made sense.
It’d be so easy to make her come like this, but just like I had when she dry humped me to climax, I wanted to watch her every fucking second of her pleasure. I got off on the visuals of seeing my fingers, my cock, my tongue be what sent her careening off the edge.
I pulled back, laughing as she let out a frustrated groan. “What the fuck, Grady? You ask if I want to come and then you deny me?” She turned around, ready to hurl another insult my way, but her words died as I slipped the finger that’d just been inside her into my mouth.
“Well, if you’d stop throwing a fit and let me finish washing you off, we could get to the good stuff,” I said, raising a brow.
With a squeal, Cleo quickly turned around and faced the wall again as I worked. The moment I turned off the water, she hopped out and reached for a towel. I stopped her, grabbing it first. “Let me,” I murmured, sweeping the cotton across her skin to erase the beaded moisture. “I want to do this.”
Cleo snapped her mouth shut as I worked, taking extra care between her legs just because I could.
Only when I knew she was a panting, writhing mess did I pull back with a smirk.
“That’s not fair,” she said, pouting. Her attempt at anger disappeared as her gaze dipped down my naked body appreciatingly.
“If there’s one thing we know, it’s that life isn’t fair, but,” I said, stepping toward her until we were chest-to-chest. “It is always worth it.”
Without saying another word, I tugged her out of the bathroom.
The moment we fell back on the bed, Cleo pounced on me like I was little more than her prey.
Her kiss was full of so much heat I thought it’d burn me alive.
She tugged on my bottom lip, raking her nails down my chest until she gripped my cock.
As much as I wanted to get mine, I wanted her so much more. “Sit on my face,” I panted, trying to pull her closer. “Let me fucking drown in you.”
Immediately, she sat back on her heels and shook her head. I recognized the stubborn, resilient set of her jaw and knew she was going to fight me. “No. No way. Absolutely not.”
“Do you want me to beg, baby?”
She didn’t say anything, but I didn’t miss the way she sucked her lip between her teeth. “I can’t—”
“Please,” I said. My fingers dug into her hips. I was barely holding myself back. I wanted to drag her over and force her to take a seat, but I didn’t. I showed the restraint she deserved, but I wasn’t above a little bit of begging. “Please let me taste you. Please, please, please…”
“But why do I need to sit on your face to do that? Why can’t you do it the old-fashioned way?”
“Because I want you to work my cock while I eat your sweet cunt, bluebird.”
Her lips parted at my crude words, and I didn’t care. There were no thoughts of decorum when it came to my need for her. “Oh.”
“Yes. Oh. Now, if you could just take a seat,” I said, lying down on my back and patting my lips. “I could have my meal.”
Cleo chuckled nervously but shuffled her way over. I didn’t have to ask to know this was her first time doing this. I’d already had most of her firsts, so knowing I had this one too was so goddamn gratifying.
The moment she swung her leg over my face, I was greeted by the sight of her pussy for the first time in seventeen years. Oh god, I was a goner at the thought of having her taste on my tongue. The tease in the shower had been just that—a fucking tease. It did nothing to satisfy my hunger for her.
She yelped as I tugged her down on top of me, running my tongue along the seam of her pussy, delving past to suckle on her clit. Her hands landed on my stomach as she doubled over in pleasure. “Fuck,” she whimpered. “Oh my god, Grady.”
“Work my cock, bluebird,” I whispered against her thigh. “Show me how much you love my tongue in your cunt.”
Honestly, I was a little worried about coming the moment she grabbed hold of my dick. It was already painfully hard. Maybe if I did, she’d realize just how much she turned me on, how all it took was a few simple strokes, and I’d be spilling myself all over her hand and my stomach.
Would she clean it up? Would she let me watch?
The thought alone had me looping my arms around her thighs and forcing her down further until I could barely breathe. If this was the way I was going to go, so be it. I’d gladly die between her thighs if I made her come first.
“Grady,” she panted. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I wanted to tell her how good she tasted, how much I loved her and this and us, how well she was stroking my cock, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing for a moment. Instead, I growled, letting her feel the rumble in my chest as I fucked her with my tongue.
Even though I knew whatever she was doing felt great—amazing, even—I didn’t realize how close I was until she squeezed the base of my shaft and slowly worked her way up to the tip. My hips moved of their own accord, fucking her hand as though I was fucking her.
“Bluebird, I—”
“Come for me, baby. Let me see it.” My plan was for her to go first, but the breathy way her voice hitched as she spoke told me she wouldn’t be far behind.
It didn’t mean I couldn’t try, though.
As I felt my own climax surge, I sucked down on her clit. Hard. Her hips jerked, body convulsing as I glided my tongue along the tight bud. She cried out, neither of us caring about how loud we were being. Not when our pleasure felt this good.
Cum pooled along my stomach as Cleo tried to continue stroking me through her own orgasm, but faltered.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything other than how good it felt when she touched me, and how sweet her own release was as it landed on my tongue.
Jesus Christ, it was fucking intoxicating.
Her legs squeezed tighter around my head as she let out a low, carnal moan.
Slowly, I unhooked my arms from around her thighs. Cleo collapsed beside me, resting her hand on my abdomen and her head on my thigh. “Holy shit, Grady,” she chuckled, turning to face me. “I think you had me seeing stars.”
I looked down at my spent dick. “Yeah, I could say the same. Let me clean up really quick.”
As I tried to sit up, Cleo placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back onto the bed.
“Let me,” she said, rolling away before I could stop her.
She padded into the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and ran it under the water before coming back.
Her eyes glanced between the mess on my stomach and my face, reaching out with gentle care as she cleaned me with reverence.
It was a struggle not to get hard again as she worked.
When she was satisfied, she tossed the cloth on top of our soaked clothes that still lay on the floor of the bathroom. We could get them tomorrow. Tonight, I was spent. So was she, judging by the way she crawled into bed and curled up at my side.
With her head on my chest, I pressed a kiss to her crown. “Goodnight, bluebird.”