Chapter 7 Hannah
HANNAH
The hot water is heaven as it beats down over my shoulders and back, helping to release the knots and easing some tension.
I finish massaging the shampoo into my scalp, bubbles streaming down my face, my breasts, my stomach as I rinse off.
I follow the trail with my hands, rubbing my peaked nipples between my fingers, continuing down and stopping at the apex of my thighs where I’m so needy.
Seeing Happy shirtless and sweaty, hearing him grunt, watching his muscles pull under his skin with every movement of his strong body did something to me. I’ve been a horny mess ever since. God, I’m pathetic.
I dip my finger between my folds, already so slick and wet, a moan catching in the back of my throat when I graze my swollen clit. With one hand palming my breast, tugging on my pebbled bud, the other playing with my pulsing pussy, I’m already so close.
Blinking through the water droplets, I turn beneath the stream of steady water, sucking in a gasp when I find Happy standing right there on the other side of the glass, watching me with a heated, intense, heavy-lidded gaze.
My eyes rove down his naked body, zeroing in on his hand wrapped around his thick cock, where he’s shamelessly working himself over with slow, determined strokes.
I arch a brow. “Are you getting in or not?”
Flashing me the hint of a roguish smirk, Happy steps in, crowding me, the shower barely big enough for the two us.
His hands are immediately on me, pulling me flush against him, his hard length pressed against my stomach as his fingers graze up my sides, cupping my breasts, thumbs tracing my nipples with teasing circles, making me whimper.
“You are so fucking hot,” Happy murmurs against my mouth before thrusting his tongue inside and claiming me with a filthy, brutal kiss that makes my knees buckle.
I suck on his tongue, groaning at the feel of his fingers toying with my sensitive nipples, at the feel of his dick pulsing between us. I need it. I’m not even sure what, but I need it. All of it.
“Turn around, put your hands on the tile, and spread your legs,” Happy rasps.
When I look up at him confused, he flashes me a mischievous wink that makes my stomach flip. Turning, I do as he says, placing my hands against the tile. Happy’s fingers dig into my muscles, trailing down my spine before he lands a hard, unexpected smack to my ass.
“Shit!” I hiss, almost losing my balance as pleasure unfurls low in my belly, radiating down my legs. I look at him over my shoulder. “Again.”
He slaps my ass again, the other cheek this time, and I cry out, feeling it everywhere.
Happy’s front presses up against my back, his hand planted on the tile above my head, and as he leans in close, lips ghosting my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, I gasp at the feel of his dick sliding between the crack of my ass.
“You’re going to stay like this,” he gruffs, his voice low and demanding in the sexiest way. “Like a good little slut.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the pathetic whimper that wants to escape at the name-calling, nodding frantically.
He chuckles, grazing my shoulder with his teeth before dropping to his knees behind me.
His hands skate all the way up my legs, palms massaging my ass cheeks.
He presses a kiss to one, then the other, parting them, and then suddenly, I feel his tongue, and my head falls forward, forehead slamming hard against the tile.
“Holy fucking shit!” I choke out, squeezing my eyes closed as he traces his tongue around the tight hole.
I have never—never—had anyone’s tongue there before.
A finger? Sure. A dick? On the outskirts only.
A tongue? Absolutely the fuck not. But right now, as Happy eats my ass like it’s his favorite goddamn meal, I can’t help but wonder why the hell I’ve never done this before.
His tongue, combined with his fingers playing with my pussy, make me feel like I’m about to combust or disintegrate from the overwhelming sensations raging through me.
“You like that, huh?” Happy grits against my asshole, finger circling my clit, causing my hips to jerk. He chuckles. “Yeah, that’s what I thought…”
“Ohmygod,” I mewl when his tongue breaks the barrier, a thick finger sliding inside my pussy at the same time. “It feels so… fucking… good,” I pant, a feral, needy mess.
Happy stops, and I whine in objection. “Shit, Baby Draper, are you gonna come just from me licking this tight little asshole?”
“Yes!” I gasp, pushing my ass out, closer to him, blindly searching for his tongue.
“You’re a little degenerate, just like me.”
“Whatever,” I grit through a frustrated huff. “Just keep fucking doing it.”
He chuckles again, but thankfully he does as he’s told, circling my ass with his tongue before licking into it, his fingers strumming my clit while he fucks my pussy with his thumb.
“Yes!” I moan, sagging forward against the tile. “Oh my God, yes, yes, yes.”
In no time at all, I’m falling apart, coming so damn hard with his tongue rimming my ass, his fingers deep inside of me, his name on my lips.
Every part of my body is trembling, aftershocks coursing through me, and I almost fall into a heap, but Happy stands, holding me around my waist, my back to his chest as he keeps me upright under the water long enough for my racing heart to ease to a steady thrum.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, resting my head back against him.
“I need to be inside you,” Happy whispers against my ear.
“Condom.” I point to the mirror above the sink, unable to string a sentence together. “Cabinet.”
Happy laughs, leaving me to fend for myself as he steps out of the shower, his firm, tight ass glistening with beads of water as he stands with his back to me, looking through the cabinet.
“More vibrators, Baby Draper?” he tsks, smirking at me over his shoulder. “You sneaky little sex addict.”
Resting against the tile, the best I can offer him is a lazy smile, still coming down from my high as I watch him fix a condom over his thick cock.
And as my pussy aches to the point of pain in anticipation of being thoroughly fucked, like it didn’t get a good enough pounding literally last night, I can’t help but wonder if maybe I am a sex addict… .
Happy returns, immediately crowding me, one hand splayed against the tile next to my head, the other skating down between my breasts, over my stomach and dipping between my pussy lips, swiping my still sensitive clit and making me gasp.
“Is this perfect pussy ready for me?” he asks, his dark gaze boring into mine. “Because I am not about to be fucking gentle.”
Clamping my bottom lip between my teeth, I stifle the smile that threatens, nodding once.
Happy’s hand continues downward, along the outside of my thigh, linking behind my knee and pulling my leg up, securing it around his hip.
“Good, because having to watch you work out today, seeing your tight little ass move in those leggings, listening to your sexy little grunts, was the definition of fucking torture,” he grits, purposely sliding his cock against my slit, rubbing my clit and making me moan.
He crouches, linking his other hand behind my other knee, forcing me up until I’m suspended between him and the wall, dick notched at my entrance.
“Do you know how much fucking self-control it took not to bend you over the ropes, pull down those tight little pants, and start fucking you right there in the goddamn boxing ring while Silas watched?”
Between the feeling of his cock right there, and the way his words affect me, I can’t even conceal my own whimper.
Happy grins. “Why do I get the feeling you’d like that? Someone watching.”
“Happy, just shut up and fuck me like a good boy.” I groan. “Now.”
He arches a warning brow. “Manners, Baby Draper…”
I narrow my eyes, glaring at him, teeth gritting. “Please.”
With a smug smirk and one clean thrust of his hips, Happy sinks into me, bottoming out, and the bathroom is alive with our sounds. Balls deep, he stills, burying his face into the crook of my neck with a low, feral groan.
“Fuuuuck, this pussy,” he grits against my skin. “Gonna be the goddamn death of me.”
Throwing my head back against the tile, I cry out. “Fuck me. Please.”
Lifting his head, Happy’s heavy-lidded eyes meet mine. Water streaming down his face, he licks his bottom lip, mouth turning up at the corners in an almost dangerous grin as he slowly pulls out of me. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Like, really fuck you?” He slides in again, so slow it’s borderline torture.
I groan. “Yes, dammit.”
Happy pushes me harder against the wall, opening my legs wider and staring into my eyes as he pulls back out before slamming into me, hard. “Like that?”
“Yes. Just like that,” I pant out, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck and holding on for dear life.
He pistons into me again and again, hitting deeper every time. Arching my back, my clit drags against his dick each time, sending a fire up my spine.
Happy looks down between us, pounding into me. “Fuck. The way this pretty pussy takes my cock. Such a perfect cunt for me,” he grits.
“Oh, my God—” A sob bubbles out the back of my throat. “So. Fucking. Good.”
“Chrissake, Baby Draper, I’m about to come.” Happy grunts. “This is what you do to me. Turn me into a goddamn one-pump fuckin’ chump.”
“Pathetic,” I sass through a moan.
“Pathetic, huh?” He scoffs, ducking a little lower to slam up and into me at a new angle.
When I feel the pressure against my G-spot in the most delicious way, I close my eyes tight, crying out. “Oh! Fuck. Do that again!”
“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” Happy mutters. “Pfft. Pathetic, my ass.”
I reach down between us, rubbing my clit frantically because I’m right there, too. So close, the coil in the pit of my belly is starting to tighten, the pressure deep inside of me threatening to combust.
“Happy!” I scream as a violent orgasm tears through me. “I’m coming. Oh, fuck I’m coming… so… fucking…. hard!” I ride out the seemingly never-ending waves as Happy’s hips continue slamming into me relentlessly until he hits me so deep, I come again on another scream.
Happy stills inside of me, pressing me into the tile as he comes with a low growl that rumbles at the base of his throat, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
“Shit, Baby Draper,” he mutters, gasping for breath as he remains seated deep inside me. Pulling back, he meets my gaze, his own glazed and dazed and full of sex as he says the one thing I was not at all expecting. “You have fucking wrecked me in the best possible way…”
Suddenly, his mouth is on mine, lips fierce and brutal as he slides his tongue into my mouth, claiming me with the kind of kiss frenemies with benefits shouldn’t be sharing, one that’s slow, deep, and full of sentiment that makes my heart skitter.
And, like a damn fool, I kiss him right back, gripping his shoulders to keep him flush against me, feeling nothing but warmth and comfort with his body pressed against mine.
This is dangerous. And silly. And careless. And all of the things. But, if I’m being honest, it also feels… right. Fuck.