Chapter Nineteen
Elliot
It had been a long time since I’d taken a bath, and I’d never done so with another person.
“Bathing with Death.” That made me laugh. I said aloud every with Death or by Death scenario that came to mind. “Getting wet with Death.”
Grym was probably getting sick of it, but all he did was kiss the side of my head and give my stomach a lazy rub.
My favorite was getting fucked by Death. That one made me so happy that I wanted to do it again, and I could easily convince Grym, but we weren’t finished with our lazy bath yet.
I played with his fingers while leaning against him.
I heard doors open and close downstairs as people came and went.
It was a faint reminder that we weren’t alone in the house.
I’d stopped minding the reaper invasion happening to me.
Probably because my reaper had just invaded every part of me, and it was the best thing I’d ever experienced.
My post-sex haze made me not care about anything but staying in our little cocoon with Grym for the rest of my life.
I could forget that the real world included reapers taking over my house and an entire organization trying to kill me.
Grym was amazingly gentle. He was always touching me. The intimacy wasn’t something I knew I needed until Grym showed me what I was missing. What was better was that he wasn’t vanilla. He rocked my world with the best sex of my life.
“We need waterproof lube,” Grym said, seemingly out of nowhere, proving my point about not being boring.
“So you can fuck me in the bathtub?” My hole fluttered to life at the thought of being fucked while half my body was submerged in warm water. “This bathtub is older than the house. My mom found it at a flea market and restored it. It’s seen a lot. Seems like it might see even more.”
“I had a claw-foot tub that was similar. I bought it new.” Weren’t clawfoot tubs popularized in America in the mid-1800s? I would definitely need to Google that.
It was strange to think of someone being as old as Grym, especially since he didn’t appear to be a day over thirty-five. We seemed to be of a similar age.
“So, waterproof lube, huh?”
“So I can be inside you as we relax.”
I chuckled. “I doubt I’d be able to relax with you inside me.”
“The only way to find out for sure is to try it.” It was good to know we were more than compatible when it came to sex.
“I’m willing. All I’m saying is that when your big old cock is inside me, I get hot and bothered. It makes me want to come just thinking about it.”
Grym’s cock hardened against the small of my back. It was almost at my opening. All I had to do was lift a few inches and then sit on it.
“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, you’ll have to get the lube first.” Grym reached down and gripped my hardening cock.
I moaned. My legs had a mind of their own, spreading for him. The water sloshed against the sides of the tub in gentle waves.
Grym let go of my cock, petting the head before lifting me around the waist. “Get the lube. I’ll drain some water from the tube.”
“You’re right about needing waterproof lube,” I said as I left the bathroom. I grabbed the tube from the nightstand and returned to the bathroom.
Grym had a portion of the water drained. It was enough that his cock stayed out of the water when I sat on it.
I faced him as I straddled his lap and handed him the lube. “I’m still open from the first time.”
“No prep? Are you sure?” Grym rubbed the lube between his fingers, then reached behind me. His fingers found my opening and pushed inside. He didn’t stay long, just enough to make sure I was right. When he was satisfied, he coated his cock with lube. Watching him touch himself made my blood heat.
“I need you.”
“I know, A stor.” Grym cupped my cheek. “Take me inside you.”
I aligned his cock with my opening and immediately sank onto it, taking the head inside.
“Oh, yeah. That’s so good.” I didn’t stop until he was all the way inside. When I bottomed out and shut my eyes, I relished the fullness.
“Look at me.” Grym’s voice cut through the pleasure, snapping my focus onto him.
His gaze felt like a caress. “Don’t look away.”
I nodded.
Grym gripped my waist and lifted me.
I braced myself, hands on his shoulders, and moved up and down on Grym’s cock, fucking myself slow and steady, allowing the pleasure to build in slow, gentle waves.
“That’s it, A stor. That’s it.” Grym’s voice was thick with passion. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, but he let me take what I wanted.
When Grym wrapped his hand around my cock, I knew he was close. The strain showed in his expression. His passion for me was unmistakable.
The pleasure built in my core, and when I finally spilled over, I couldn’t hold Grym’s gaze. Come, covering Grym’s chest.
Grym cursed just before he took over the thrusts. He fucked into me a few more times before he moaned. He bottomed out and held it. “Oh, baby.”
I pressed my forehead to Grym’s as he finished. “A stor, right?”
“That’s right.” He breathed each word. His arms snaked around me, holding me close and rubbing my back.
I rested my head on Grym’s shoulder. “You’re pretty great, Grymley Reaper.”
“You’re pretty great, too, Elliot Coyne.”
That made me smile. “Fucked by Death in a bathtub.”
Grym chuckled. “You really like those jokes.”
Someone yelled. It sounded as if it came from downstairs.
I stiffened when I realized it was Miles. What the fuck was my ex-boyfriend doing in my house?
“Why the hell did the reapers kidnap my ex-boyfriend?” I closed my eyes to block out the coming problem. And it would be a problem. For me. Miles would make sure of it.
“What the actual fuck? Elliot!” It felt as if I had conjured Miles’s wrath.
“I’m eating all your ice cream... don’t touch me! I don’t know you, dude!” Joel yelled next.
I sighed. “Shit.”
Grym kissed me. “They popped our bubble.”
“Miles has a thing for popping everyone’s bubble. He’s a massive bubble popper and a killer of joy.”
I sighed as Grym moved us to the shower and turned on the water. He held me around the waist while he adjusted the temperature and let it warm. Once it did, he guided me under the spray. I’d never had anyone wash me before, but Grym did. He even washed my hair.
“I want to do the same for you.”
“Next time, A stor,” Grym winced as Miles yelled my name again. Then he frowned. “Perhaps you should wait for me, just in case he’s a danger to you.”
I waved off the sentiment even as I finished up in the shower. “He’s a judgmental asshole, but he’s harmless. I can totally kick his ass.” Not that I would or wanted to. Okay. Maybe I wanted to a little, but I wouldn’t ever hurt someone like that, even uptight Miles Baker.
Someone yelled, and it wasn’t Miles. “Ow! Fuck! That’s going to leave a mark!”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
I kissed Grym on the cheek. “I guess I’d better hurry.”
Grym grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. “We’ll make love again tonight, when everyone is bedded down.”
“I’d love that.” I loved every second I spent with Grym, but the promise of more made me want it all. I got greedy. I’d never get enough of Grymley Reaper. “It’s a good thing I’m immortal now.”
Grym smiled. He looked hot, all wet and naked. “I think so, too, but why do you say that?”
I kissed him. “I want to be with you all the time.”
Grym’s smile widened. “I feel the same.”
If I didn’t leave the bathroom, then I’d get back in the shower and let Grym fuck me again. So I kissed him a third time, and as I left the room, I yelled, “Don’t take too long.” I dressed quickly and headed downstairs.