24. ShowerHead
ShowerHead
Isla
Deep down, I wonder why this moment is more terrifying to me than the entire time I thought someone was here to harm me. Why would I even think anyone could be here anyway? Eamon has assured me over and over again that I'm completely safe here. He would know someone was coming long before they managed to even get close to the island.
And yet, the second I thought I was in danger, it was like some other being took over, turning me into nothing more than a vessel of rage and violence. Sometimes, it feels like the hunter inside me is another person altogether. Like I have to share space in my body with a bloodthirsty monster. That part of me is terrifying, wondering what I might do to someone if they accidentally trigger it.
Maybe that's why none of my relationships have worked out.Normalpeople can tell that there's something dark and evil inside of me. Once anyone has gotten close enough to see past the many masks I wear, they flee. The only people in my life who haven't shied away from my darker tendencies are Bel and the three demons I've met because of her.
One of which is very naked and patiently waiting for me to start cleaning his body. As I soak the scrubby and reach for him, he tenses. I can tell he's as unused to this kind of closeness as I am. Which brings me back to the fear growing in my chest and spreading through my limbs.I've spent time wishing for thiskind ofintimacy with someone,andyet the reality of it is almost paralyzing.
Nudity without a race to orgasm isn't something I know how to navigate. And while there's no denying the overwhelming reaction my body has to Eamon being naked, for once, there's something more pressing to me than sex. The wet hair plastered to his face, the rivulets of water running down, trying to break up the drying blood on his chest and abs, thosestrongthighs, every inch of him is a masterpiece, and if I don't take the time to admire him now, to take care of him, there's no telling when I'll get another chance.
"Are we gonna do this, or are you gonna ogle me all day?" he teases, breaking me out of my trance.
I chuckle and slap his chest with the scrubby, starting my washing there, focusing on every splatter of the crusty black across his shoulders, down his stomach that twitches as I touch it. A small smile pulls up one side of my lips.
He's ticklish.
Something about that fact makes me blush. It makes no sense, but knowing something abouthimthat probably few others do fills me with a warmth I can't explain.
He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth chastely, leaving his hands on the chair just beside my hips when he's finished, watching me closely as I continue cleaning his body. Someone this close in my space should be overwhelming at the very least, but something about him, whether it's his large size or his playful nature, makes every step closer feel like a journey to finding the person I could be if I let my walls made of rage break.
What could it be like to just let someone know me and care about me? I've always thought intimacy was my currency, but being with Eamon makes me wonder if what it's been is a shield instead. If I made it clear all I could offer was sex, once the novelty of it wore off, everyone would eventually leave, looking for something more.
"What are you thinking about?" he breaks me from my solemn thoughts.
I scrunch my nose, scrubbing his arm beside me to avoid eye contact, "Nothing."
"Come on," he nudges my nose with his, kissing my cheek again. "You're a terrible liar."
I am, in fact, an incredible liar. But he doesn't need to know that.
"Just thinking about the past. The future."
With a chuckle, he leans back, "Do you have an answer that's a little more vague?"
"Shut up," I throw the scrubby at his face. He dodges it, letting it fall to the floor behind him, not taking those green eyes off of me. "I'm just thinking about how I've never done this with anyone before."
"Showered?" he raises a brow.
"Showered without sex," I can feel heat rising to my cheeks. Of course, I've showered with people before, but not in a way that wasn't inherently sexual.
"Well, slow down," he grins. "Let's not get carried away. We are definitely going to be having sex in here. Just... not yet."
Not yet.
Even those words make my heart pound. Eamon, even though he's clearly tempted, is in no hurry at all to get between my legs. It's awe-inspiring and awful all at the same time.
"Not yet, huh?" I bite my lip, nerves taking over.
With a small smile, he takes my hand in his, kissing the knuckles. "We've got all the time in the world, Isla. I can give you lots and lots of orgasms later. I want this, too."
"And what is this?"
He shrugs, a boyish grin taking up almost his whole face, "I don't know. But it's nice, right?"
And it is nice. Being naked and not being pushed into the corner of only being sexual, whether by myself or someone else, it's freeing.
I nod, reaching to push the hair in his face up and run my fingers through the wet strands.
Eamon closes his eyes, reveling in the soft touch. I let my other hand drift over his shoulder, running up and down his arm and his chest, exploring every inch. A smattering of freckles across his pecs reflect the ones across his nose and cheeks. Drops of water gather on his dark lashes before falling down his face, his full pink lips softly curved in a barely there smile.
There's no denying he's a work of art, onethat defies all logic.He keeps his hands to himself, letting me explore to my heart's content, his breathing slow and even. A content sigh even slips out as my fingers ghost across his jawline.
I lean forward enough to kiss him, just asmallpress of my lips to his, and his smile grows as I pull away.
Unfortunately, I can feel my hands clamming up, my throat threatening to close with the emotion growing, the fear trying to take back everything we've said and done in the safety of the shower. I don't want to hide. Don't want to be the person who destroys everything good just to prevent anyone else from being the cause of the destruction.
But my fear is a ticking time bomb, and if I don't get ahead of it, don't distract myself from it, I'm going to ruin us both, not just myself.
And while Eamon is the reason for the fear, he's also my favorite distraction from it.
So I kiss him again, pulling him in by his hair to plant my mouth more firmly against his.
Whether he understands why I need this, or he's just happy to go along with it, I'm not sure, but hefollows my lead, kissing me back fervently while still giving me complete control. His soft lips part for mine, letting me explore his mouth and slide our tongues together with sordid slowness.
"Isla," he speaks against my lips, "Honey, you're killing me here."
The plainness in his words only spurs me on, and my fingers fall down to his pecks,furthereven to his stomach, the softnesstherehidingincredibly strongmuscles.With painstaking slowness, I use all five fingers to scratch down his abs, drawing a pained moan from his throat.
His hand grips my wrist, stopping its descent. "Baby, please."
"Please what?" I don't understand. "What's wrong?"
Hecoughs out a laugh, "The second you touch it, I'm gonna blow."
"What?!"
"Listen, Isla. You're not the only one who's new to this. And you've been freely, blissfully naked for 30 minutes or so, every perfect inch of your body on display. I've been a very good boy and kept my touching minimal, but that doesn't mean my dick hasn't been aching for the last half hour," he sighs. "I'm going to come far too fast. So please let me take care of you first."
"Stand up," I tell him, wondering if he's the type that is comfortable taking orders instead of giving them. He did call himself a good boy.
With a groan, he does as told, bringing his engorged, painfully red dick right to my eye level. He releases my hand, staring down at me with heaving breaths.
Tentatively, I reach for his length, my hand barely touching it at first just to see how sensitive it'll be right now. Eamon hisses but remains still as a statue, his eyes locked on my hand and his dick.
I wrap my fingers around the base, giving it one soft pump, glancing up to see Eamon's eyes pinched closed. With another pull, his hips move with me, his resolve already crumbling. A vicious grin lights up my face, the power I holdjustin my palm dizzying.
Watching this giant man fall apart atjustthesmallesttouch makes me ache for him. My cunt is already dripping, begging to be filled with him again. I fear there's no going back for me, no other dick, real or fake, will compare again.
"Isla," he pants. "I'm not joking. If you keep doing that— ah, fuck— I'm gonna come."
Easing off the chair and onto the wet floor to my knees in front of him, I take the base into my opposite hand, still slowly pumping with the other, watching as precum drips from the tip.
He groans loudly, biting his lip to keep back any other noises that might try to spill out.
Feeling victorious, I reach for one of his hands, bringing it to the back of my head, a silent but clear communication. As soon as he grips my hair, taking it roughly in his fist, I wrap my lips around his swollen, dripping tip.
He moans my name, his hips pulsing slowly, working his dick into my mouth, stretching my lips around it as his salty precum dribbles onto my tongue.
Hollowing my cheeks, I keep pumping with one hand, placing the other on his thigh for stability. His moans grow as he fights to keep his grip on my hair from becoming painful. The muscles across his stomach flinch and tense from the effort ofremaining mostlystill.
Relaxing my lips and throat, I try to take him deeper, gagging from the effort.
His hips jolt forward at the sound, a growl rattling his chest. "Isla, I'm giving you one last chance, then I'm gonna fuck your pretty little mouth until I unload all this fucking cum down your throat."
His desperation and gritty voice make my fucking cunt leak, needing him to do everything he's threatening. With a soft moan, I double my efforts, urging him on.
"Shit," he moves his hips in earnest, his free hand falling to the wall of the shower to keep himself upright as he drives his dick further into my mouth, making me gag again. "Oh, fuck, honey. Looks so pretty. Love this fucking mouth. Please let me cum in it this time."
I almost laugh at the reminder of the last time I had him in my mouth.
Instead, I moan loudly, the sound muffled and sordid as he continues fucking into my mouth at a blissful, almost brutal pace. The sloppy, wet sound fills the shower, joining the echoes of his grunts and groans, his moans of my nameover and over again.
Finally, with a demonic growl, he releases the salty liquid, shooting ropes of it down my throat and filling my mouth with it. I struggle to swallow it all, forcing as much as I can down, some still spilling from the corner of my lips as his pumps turn shallow and small, his groans of relief getting quieter and more breathy.
Instead of releasing my hair, he pulls his dick free, using his grip to tilt my head up to look at him.
A victorious smile pulls at my lips as I lick the trailing cum from the corner, seeing his predatory gaze track every movement. He uses his thumb to wipe the excess from my chin, forcing it back into my mouth. I suck filthily on the digit, reveling in the power I feel at bringing this man to such ruin. His brows furrow in pleasure, watching me indulge myself in every filthy drop of him, not wasting anything.
Even once I've caught my breath, he doesn't release me, using his grip to roughly pull me to my feet, slamming me against the shower wall, my tits pressed against the warm, wet tiles. His other hand instantly reaches between my legs, finding me soaking wet.
He moans, licking a stripe up my neck and rubbing circles on my swollen clit, his stillvery hardcock nestled right against my ass. "Does sucking my dick get you all wet and needy, honey?"
I realize a second too late that I might have fucked up. All this time, I've assumed a demon might at least have some refractory period, and I'd have a second to enjoy my victory. I should have fucking known better, and nowhe'splaying me like a fucking instrument thathe'smastered in our short time together, pulling desperate moans and whimpers from me with expert precision.
"Huh?" he nudges my jaw with his nose. "I asked you a question."
"Yes," I moan. "It does."
His teeth dig into the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder, making me cry out as he continues his assault on my clit. "You love taking this cum, don't you? Anywhere and everywhere I wanna put it."
His finger rubs firm circles, already making my legs shake, threatening to buckle beneath me as I shout, "Yes," again.
He groans, angling my head to plant a filthy, sloppy kiss on my lips, his tongue pinning mine, stroking it while his fingers slide into my pussy. I whine, trapped between this large man and the wall, forced to take every bit of pleasure he wants to bring me. He pants against my lips, "Fuck, you're perfect."
The praise mixed with his long fingers scissoring and spreading me open makes my head spin. My hips try to move, try to chase the high, but his body keeps me still, his massive dick pressed insistently against my ass.
Removing his fingers, he adjusts our stance, his hot, hard length pressing between my legs and sliding against my clit. He slides it against me, back and forth, driving me crazy while his mouth keeps mine occupied, a salacious dance of lips and tongues and teeth.
The hand not buried between my legs squeezes between me and the wall, gripping and squeezing my nipples, working on one and then the other, back and forth until I'm a squirming, panting mess.
When he finally angles his hips and lets just his tip breach my entrance, I squeal, trying to take more of it inside my body.
He chuckles, releasing my mouth to look down at me, his gaze traveling from my face down to the arch of my spine, to where my ass is pressed against him, before he brings it back up, inching inside of me so slowly it makes my eyes cross at the exquisitely torturous pace.
By the time he's seated fully inside me, all thought has left my body; the only thing existing is a need to move or for him to move, either way, as long as someone is fucking moving. But he won't, staying wholly still as I wriggle and adjust to his size, the stretch overwhelming, just like every fucking time.
Moving his hips out slightly and back in draws a breathy sigh from my lips, the relief warring only with the need for more. He moves lazily, drawing in and out unhurriedly, the sound of our bodies joining a slow, filthy squelch. My fingers flex, trying to dig into the shower walls to fight against my need to push back on him, knowing it won't matter and that I'm completely trapped here.
His thrusts continue, bringing me ecstasy that is almost torture; too slow tobringme to orgasm, just taunting me toward the edge with no chance of tumbling over until I'm a trembling, pathetic mess.
"You know, baby," he coos, moaning loudly as my cunt pulses around him. "There's still one place I haven't buried my cum inside you yet."
Fear and exhilaration light up my blood, making it pump harder. An unbidden mewl comes out at the thought of him doingjustwhat he's implying.
"Yeah?" he bites my lower lip, pulling on it before releasing. He removes himself from my body, letting go of my hair and sinking to his knees behind me.
I lean my head against the shower wall, already aching to feel him inside of me again.
Eamon groans, using a firm grip on each cheek to arch my back further and keep me pressed against the wall, legs wide open to look at everything between them. With a depraved groan, he leans in, running his tongue along the entire length of my cunt, clit to opening and back again, making me scream.
His fingers breach my entrance again, working in and out, and I can both feel and hear myself soaking his hand as he does. He sinks his teeth into the flesh on my ass, the pain and pleasure at the same time almost making me come already.
Thoroughly and utterly soaked, his hand drifts back between my cheeks, pressing against the tight ring of musclesthere. "Does that sound good baby? You want me to fill this tight little asshole with my cock?"
I make a whimpering sound, both terrified of the idea and desperate for it. He sinks a single finger inside, the fullness, the strange wrongness of it making my legs shake. He wastes no time, using one finger to fuck my asshole and two others to slide inside my cunt, using one hand to bring me brutal pleasure, his other gripping my ass to keep me spread wide open for his ministrations.
"Come on, baby, show me how bad you want it," he taunts, biting me again. His hand leaves, returning with a harsh slap, making me scream. "Yes— fuck yeah. You love this, don't you?"
I nod, my cheek pressed against the tile, feeling like nothing but a giant bundle of nerves catapulting toward blinding pleasure.
Another finger sinks inside my ass with no resistance at all, soaked from my pussy and moving so smoothly in and out of me that it slides right in beside the other. I push back againsthim, trying to get more inside me, fucking myself onhis fingers with wanton abandon.
He grunts his approval, working faster and harder until I'm seconds away from falling apart.
Just before I find release, he eases his fingers from me, and I cry out in protest.
With a chuckle, he stands, his entire body crowding and covering mine as he kisses my jawline. "Sorry, baby."
"Jerk," is all I canmanage tosay, my brain completely fried.
Ignoring the insult, he reaches a hand around my front, wrapping it around my throat, his arm nestled between my tits. His legs spread mine, his dick already primed at my back entrance, teasing the hole as he grinds against me slowly. My body tenses, knowing the discomfort that's to come. Anal is a stretch no matter what, and Eamon isexceptionally large, almost scarily so.
"Relax," he breathes, kissing my neck gently, sucking sweetly on the skin like he isn't about to completely obliterate my body with his dick. "I'm gonna take such good care of you. Promise."
As the tip of his dick presses against the slightly relaxed hole, I take a stuttering breath, trying to fight against the instinct to squeeze against the intrusion.
"Breathe, baby," he coos. I try my hardest to listen, taking a deep breath in before releasing it. "Good girl. Keep going."
Once again, I take a big inhale, but as I let it go, he drives just his tip inside my ass with a low, primal moan. The overwhelming pressure makes my breath stutter. "Eamon," I whimper out his name. "It's too big."
I feel him grin against my skin, "Nah. You can take it." He pulses his hips, moving just the head in and out, "It's gonna feel so good once it's all the way in. You're gonna fucking love this."
He keeps shallowly pumping, driving only incrementally further into me, the fullness pulling filthy groans from us both, the tight ring of muscles slowly giving way to allow him inside. With each inch he buries into me, my resolve softens, my body goingfullypliant in his capable hands. I can't speak, can't even think. All I can do is grip his strong armdraped around my front and force myself to keep breathing.
"You're doing so well, gorgeous. I'm almost there— fuck, this ass feels incredible,"hisvoice keeps me grounded, forcing me to remain completely present.
When I feel his hips meet my ass, his length buried wholly inside me, I practically choke from the pressure, so goddamn full I can't take it, trying to wriggle from his grip.
His hand flexes around my throat, holding me still, "Shh. Shh. You're okay. Jesus Christ, Isla, you're so fucking good. Every single one of your holes takes me so well. Can't wait to feel you come like this."
The praise freezes me just as much as his hand does. I want to be good for him, want to let him use me however will bring us both to ecstasy in a way only he can.
But I can't relax.He'stoo big. It's too much.
He must realize it's too much of a struggle, his hand leaving my hip to fall between my legs, rubbing gentle circles on my clit. With a harsh moan, my hips move on their own accord, chasing the friction of his fingers and the fullness of his dick buried in my ass.
"There you go, baby." He grunts, moving his hips with me, "Fucking hell— shit! Yeah . Yeah that's it. Writhe on my dick, just like that. Fuck yourself on it."
My head falls back onto his shoulder, the fullness turning from discomfort to ecstasy as he continues to play with my clit. My eyes slip closed, stars bursting behind them as my muscle relaxes around him, taking him impossibly deeper.
He growls, giving me a brutal thrust that makes me squeal.
His pleased groan vibrates his chest against my back, every inch of my body covered and consumed by all the things that make Eamon so powerful and mind-blowing.
Setting a pace that I can't keep up with, he starts moving in earnest, pressing and pulling, working in and out of me with filthy, reckless motions. His fingers leave my clit, and I whimper just for a moment, wishing for the double stimulation back again, needing that touch to find the release he's been working me towards for so long.
He leaves filthy kisses across my shoulder, fucking me into the wall over and over, "Don't worry, baby. I promised you something and I intend to follow through right fucking now."
I can't remember what it is he promised, can't think of anything but how his cock keeps hitting me at the perfect angle, pulling frantic cries from me with every push of his strong hips.
The second warm water starts shooting at my clit, I scream, the pulsating flow hitting the already swollen and sensitive bud. Every muscle in my body tenses, my cunt fluttering already, pushed too close to the edge to hold back.
"Oh, yeah ," Eamon groans, his teeth grazing my shoulder. "Does that feel good?"
I can't answer. Can't do anything but scream and cling to Eamons strong arm holding me stillwhilehe relentlessly fucks me into oblivion. Tension builds between my legs, the pressure growing and growing as my cries turn frantic, sharp, and breathy.
The sounds of our bodies joining and Eamons harsh grunts and groans, the water making us slide together, the intense sensation of the showerhead hitting my clit with tiny, almost painful pulses while Eamons cock brushes my G-spot with every thrust. Every one of my senses comes into sharp clarity, my cunt barreling towards finish no matter how hard I might try to hold out a little longer.
"Oh, fuck, Isla. You sound so good screaming for me," he moans, the sound breaking goosebumpsoutalong my skin. "Love this. God, I love being inside you. Love fucking you. I fucking love the way your body takes me."
A familiar, slightly uncomfortable feeling builds. I try to shy away from it, try to wriggle from the sensation against my clit.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's wrong? Is it too much?" Eamon's playful tone is betrayed by his grunts of effort.
I nod, my cheek rubbing against the shower wall as I do. "Too much. Gonna—" Another scream escapes as he hits that spot harder.
"Gonna what, gorgeous?" he drives inside me again, and I wail. " Oh, fuck, yeah. You're gonna squirt for me, huh? You love getting your ass fucked so much you're gonna make a goddamn mess all over us."
I nod again, a sob breaking free.
He pistons into me harder, his skin slapping roughly against mine, harder and faster while he moves the showerhead back and forth across my clit. "Fuck!" I scream, "I can't. I can't." Squirting really isn't something I'm used to. The people I've been with haven't been in my life long enough to reach the comfort to do so. Giving Eamon another first feels like a surrender I'm not ready for.
But there's literally nothing I can do to stop it.
He growls harshly, his grip on my throat tightening, "Yes you can. You're gonna fucking squirt all over me, and then I'm gonna pump this tight little ass full of cum. Just— fuck — breathe, Isla."
I force an exhale, then an inhale, breathing through the intensity.
"That's it, fuck— you're such a good girl. Christ, I need you to come. Give it up for me baby, be my messy fucking girl."
And now I really can't stop it, the orgasm blowing through me, a surge of liquid pouring from me while the walls of my pussy flex and relax, over and over. The release is so powerful I can't help but sob, crying and screaming with every pulse.
"Oh, fuck. Shit, oh god Isla I'm gonna pump you so fucking full. " Eamons words fade into a growl, his whole body tensing before he shouts out his release, pumping rope after rope of cum inside me, working both of us through the orgasms.
Endlessly, he keeps us moving, making the high last until every dreg of pleasure has been wrung from my body, every ounce of energy I had leftover from the fight drained from me.
My eyes flutter closed, the room spinning and my ears ringing until everything goes dark, my mind emptying and floating into unconsciousness.
"Isla," I register someone saying. My eyes slowly open, meeting Eamon's concerned gaze. "There you are. You okay?"
"What the hell happened?" I ask, looking around to find myself cradled in his strong arms, bridal style.
"Well, I did tell you I was gonna make you pass out," he smirks. "Did you think I was kidding?"
He slowly lowers my legs, but they feel like fucking jelly. There's no way they can support my weight, so he lifts me back up, easing us both under the warm water of the shower.
"I thought it was just your ego talking," I glance at the showerhead, back in its home. "But you and the showerhead make a good team. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at it without blushing again."
Eamon beams at me, his face red from exertion and the heatinhere, "I think that showerhead might be my new best friend. Well, more like your clits new best friend."
I slap his shoulder with a laugh.
"Let's get you cleaned up. Again. Then we'll go eat."
It feels silly to let him hold me like this. Makes me feel so small and helpless, but he seems so content doing it.
Let's put down our weapons .
Disarming myself is a scary thought, but Eamon's willingness to be brave makes me want to rise to meet him there. Be a better, more courageous version of myself.
So I lean into his warm touch and let himtake care ofme in a way I've never allowed anyone before.