Mase
My head is still cloudy, and my body feels weak, but at least my fingers are entwined with Summer’s, and I never want to let go.
She’s my strength on a stormy day, our babies are the light in my darkest, and together, we’re indestructible. There’s not one part of me that wants to let her go.
She squirts some shower gel onto a washcloth and washes me all over, starting at my face and moving tenderly down my neck, avoiding the lump forming on the side of my head.
Then she washes my shoulders and chest, around my waist, and steadily works down my thighs.
She scrubs at my legs, followed by my feet, then back up.
Tapping my ass, she motions with her finger for me to spin around, and I huff at needing to release her hand, and she giggles.
When she repeats the process of washing me, she stops at my waist and looks up beneath her wet lashes at me from the shower floor. Jesus, she’s stunning.
“Do you want me to wash?” She points to my cock that’s standing tall, and in all honesty, I’m unsure if it’s the drugs or Summer’s doing, but I’ll go with the latter, knowing the effect she has on me.
“I want her gone from me, Summer. Every fucking memory erased.” The words come out sharp, but I mean them to. I feel fucking furious about what Tara has done—enraged doesn’t quite cut it. If I could shoot her dead right now, I would.
She could have destroyed my relationship with Summer.
Hell, she almost did, and my babies would have had an absent father.
The one thing I want most in the world, a loving family, destroyed.
Not to mention, the violation of the act.
She knew damn well I wasn’t interested, hence having to drug me to take what she wanted.
I curl my fist around my cock, then point it toward Summer. “Wash me, then lick me clean, Sum.”
She licks her lips.
“Make me yours again, sweet girl.”
Her pupils flare with arousal, and when she takes my cock from me and washes down my length, I tip my head back, relishing the feel of her soft hand sliding up and down me.
She pays extra attention to the head, then massages my balls, giving me no choice but to shift on my feet and widen my stance, allowing her access.
My body coils when her finger swipes over my asshole, never having felt anything foreign there before.
“Shh, it’s meant to be good. I don’t know if she touched you here, and I want my man back to being mine.”
“Fuck, Sum.” My chest puffs with pride, loving the way she claims me.
Having never had anyone feel that strongly about me before has me eager to comply.
I should tell her Tara never touched me there, that she wouldn’t, we discussed boundaries early on in our relationship, and while I was eager to try everything and anything, she was the complete opposite, preferring to keep our interactions vanilla, as she called it.
So I let her run with it instead of questioning it.
I embrace the feel of her hand sliding up and down my shaft while her finger toys with the entrance to my ass.
The feeling is different, but in a good way.
I find myself parting my legs farther, and when the tip of her finger breaches my hole, a hiss of air leaves me.
“Holy fuck, Sum.” I grip my cock again and stare down at her to tap it against her cheek. “Suck me, Sum. I need you to suck me,” I pant out between ragged breaths.
Removing her finger, she uses her hands to steady herself on my thighs, and I miss the feeling of it there instantly.
She opens her mouth, and I use my free hand to press down on her lip while guiding my cock inside with the other.
I watch in rapture as she gags on me, but the determination on her face has me almost ready to combust. Fuck, she’s beautiful on her knees and choking around my thickness like the good girl I know her to be.
The moment I hit the back of her throat, panic flashes through her eyes.
“Shhh, you’re doing so good, Sum. So good, making me feel better.”
The panic quickly subsides when I speak, and my heart swells at the equal effect I have on her as she has on me.
“We’re meant to be. You and me,” I croon, and slowly slide out of her mouth, then back in until she gags. “You take me so well.”
Drool slips from the corner of her mouth, and it only adds to my heightened state of arousal.
Then she slides her hand over my balls, cupping them while using her finger to push at the entrance of my ass again.
My head drops back against the tiles, and I stare up at the ceiling. “Fuck, Sum, that feels good.”
When I glimpse down again, it’s to see her trying to smile around my length.
I thrust harder into her mouth, my fingers now holding her head in place as my hips work quicker, in deep punishing thrusts.
The finger near my ass slips inside, and I slam into her mouth in response.
“Holy fuck, Sum,” I pant. “Fuck,” I grunt, and my hips work quicker, in time with her finger now pumping in and out of me.
When she crooks it ever-so-slightly, pressing over another untouched spot, it causes lights to flash before my eyes.
A choked breath leaves me, and my cock swells, the sensation overwhelming and causing unrelenting waves of heat to sweep through me.
I stumble forward so quickly I snap out a hand against the shower glass to steady us.
Cum spurts in rapid waves of euphoria, spurt after spurt hitting the back of Summer’s throat, causing her to choke and splutter, but my palm tightens on her head, holding her in place and forcing her to take every drop while I use her mouth on my command. “Fuck, yes,” I groan in absolute bliss.
Slowly, my orgasm dissipates, and I’m left motionless.
“Come on, big man, let’s get you to bed.” Summer grins, tapping my chest as she stands to her full five-two against my six-three. A stark power imbalance that until now I’ve loved every second of, but being stripped bare of my power has left me feeling more vulnerable than ever before.
I blink. “You’re not leaving, right?”
“Never.” She smiles back at me, and that’s one of the last things I remember, barring the sheet being pulled around us while she snuggles against my chest.