Chapter 21 #2
We pause to gather our clothes, then continue down a bare hallway with hardwood floors, stopping to peek in the first room, but even in shadow, I can see it’s bare. We keep going, the floor cold beneath my bare feet, and peek into the second room. This one’s empty too with the flooring ripped up.
Finally in the third one, we find a small bathroom with a built-in tub shower the color of mustard, with matching countertops.
“Looks like he hasn’t started in here yet.” CJ gives the space a thoughtful scan. His teeth chatter, making me laugh.
“I hope he’s got hot water,” I say as he turns on the tap.
“Either way, I’ll get you warm.” His smile turns sultry as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me softly.
The contact makes me jolt, and I reach for his forearms. “Will you let me reciprocate?”
He shuffles me to the wall and kisses me again, his soft tongue parting my lips. His left hand glides down to my throat, so that my quickening pulse echoes against his palm. I blink, the image of us in the mirror twisting my desire into something powerful, intense.
“Please?” I reach down to rub him over his towel.
“Only if we do it my way this time.” His tongue swirls deep into my mouth. Then he’s peeling off my towel and discarding his and helping me into the shower.
I’m still wondering what he means by that when he urges me under the water, my hands against the wall and the water cascading down my back.
He’s right behind me, our bodies flush, all slippery skin and heat and a hundred points of contact, each one lighting me up.
His thick cock trapped at my low back pulses in time with my pounding heart while he caresses up to my breasts.
My back arches in pleasure as he teases and kisses up my spine, his soft lips and the bristle of his beard igniting my skin.
When he gets to my neck, tugging my hair to one side so he can nibble my ear and nuzzle the sensitive place behind it, I press back into him, desperate for any kind of friction.
“Touch yourself,” he says in a sultry purr.
“But—”
He sucks a kiss at the crook of my shoulder that makes me gasp. It’s firm and demanding and sends my thoughts skittering into the clouds. “My way, remember?”
He kisses along my shoulder while his fingertips roll my nipples with just enough pressure to make me forget to breathe.
I press two fingers to my needy flesh and start stroking.
“That’s it. Feel how soft you are. How fucking perfect,” he says in my ear, making me whimper.
He keeps stroking my breast with one hand while he traces down my stomach and around my hip to grip himself with the other.
His strangled groan echoes inside the small space as he fists himself against my ass. Before I can make sense of it, he lets go and brings his hand close to my mouth.
“Spit.”
I’m so consumed by his expert touch and the feel of him at my back and the sound of our quickening breaths in the small space that my reply is a breathy, “What?”
“Spit on my hand.”
Either I’m too turned on or the firm edge in his tone has turned my brain to mush, so I do as he asks.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Just thinking about your mouth is making me crazy.”
“Yeah? You want me to—”
But he sucks at the crook of my neck again and pinches my nipple, drawing a whimper from my lips. And then his cock tucks between my thighs, gliding against my pussy.
With his feet on either side of mine pressing my thighs tightly together, he thrusts again, slowly, my arousal and spit making everything slick.
The water cascading down my backside is like a silky caress and such a contrast to the sharp need pulsing inside me, cinching my desire like a knot pulling tighter and tighter.
He guides my hand back to my pussy, and this time, with the head of his cock rocking in and out of the fist we’ve made with my thighs, I can’t help but caress him at the same time.
“A little more.” He offers his palm again.
I’m so close to coming that I can barely comply.
My fingers curl against the tile as I caress us both with my other hand, my breaths quick and sharp.
The colors of the room start to swirl, so I close my eyes and surrender to the wild thirst building inside me.
To the trust we’re building together. To the possibility that it’s okay to be exactly as I am, and worthy of something true.
“Yes…oh…” I breathe.
The way he has me trapped, with no escape, should scare me, but it’s the opposite.
He’s left me wanting nothing but exactly what each moment brings us.
My fingers part around the head of his cock as I stroke myself at the same time.
He thrusts faster, making my body vibrate with need.
He grips my waist, his thumb gliding down the seam of my ass to caress my most sensitive place.
There’s something so decadent about being touched here while my skin is buzzing and my mind is blissfully blank. I draw in a sharp gasp as pleasure hums beneath my skin.
“Fuck,” he breathes. It’s reverent, almost desperate.
I look back at him and our eyes lock. “Kiss me,” I beg.
His hungry mouth meets mine, swallowing my cries as my climax rips through me, big and bright. He kisses down my neck as I let everything go, each thrust of his hips and glide of my fingers turning me inside out until I’m quivering and panting.
With a needy groan, he takes my hand and wraps it around his tip.
“So fucking perfect.” His voice is growly with lust as he rocks into our hands.
“Yes,” I breathe. With an uttered curse, he erupts, hot and thick in my fingers. I look down, mesmerized and turned on all at once as he paints the tile and bottom of the tub. Renewed desire coils in my core, and I almost laugh. Is there anything about this man that doesn’t get me hot?
Breathing fast, CJ goes still behind me, one arm wrapped around my middle, keeping me close.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder while the water cascades down.
I bring my fingertips to my lips, unable to stop myself from tasting the mix of us.
It’s salty and earthy and a little sweet.
Not exactly delicious, but I’m going to crave it when this is over.
I’m for sure going to crave his arms around me like this, his breaths expanding his rib cage against my back, his confidence, his warmth.
With a groan, he eases me back so the water hits my chest and spills down my stomach and thighs. Using some soap, he runs his hands all over me, washing me clean. I do the same to him, pausing to kiss and caress until the water runs tepid.
We dry off inside the steamy space, and then he pulls me close. I shut my eyes and make a wish that my heart is telling me the truth.
Because I’m falling for him. It’s already happened in a dozen ways, despite my efforts to resist. I should care more. This is my heart we’re talking about.
But I’m like a boulder tipped off the mountainside, rolling faster and faster. I don’t think I could stop if I tried.