Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Pleasure streaked through my body, delicious frissons that robbed me of air and cranked up every debauched thought I’d ever had about my spicy genius neighbor. He kept me right on the brink, easing the pressure right as I felt an orgasm building, like a commitaphobe in a longevity race.
“And then?” I rasped, so heated and dizzy even the water turning cool couldn’t touch it.
“Then I have my wicked way with you.” Graham increased the pressure and intensity of each lick and suck until my body was a tightly strung guitar he unrelentingly twanged.
My toes curled against the anti-slip texture of the shower, the current of electricity snapping in the air between us. Cascading rivulets of water caught the overhead light and turned into a glittering, relentless rainstorm.
“I won’t be satisfied until you’re begging me to let you come,” he said.
If he kept edging me like this, I’d…well, I craved the release too badly to think of anything, but eventually, I would. “I’m already there.”
“Uh-uh-uh.” Torturously slowly, he buried his head between my thighs, whiskers abrading the skin in the most rapturous ways. His tongue flicked out to tease my clit, his warm breath a caress against highly sensitized skin. “I’ve heard no begging.”
The whine couldn’t be helped, and I’d have more sympathy for Nova next time he made that noise, I swore.
How dare Graham work me into half a tizzy and keep me there!
I speared my fingers through his sodden curls, coarser than I expected. Later, I’d explore the texture—some time when every cell in my body wasn’t screaming for release. “I should’ve known someone who refuses to call cookies what they actually are wouldn’t be reasonable.”
“Do you really think it’s wise to insult me right now, love?” He withdrew his tongue completely, leaving me soaking wet and bared to him in every single way. “Because I can show you just how unreasonable I can be.”
It was totally unfair, being the only one in libidinous agony. With the limited space afforded by the shower/tub combo, there was only so much I could do, so I pointed my toe and dragged it up his inner thigh. He groaned, his expression so naked and gratified, it turned me on all over again.
I’d just grazed the balls and aimed to do the same to the at-attention cock between his legs when he snatched hold of my ankle, his five fingered manacle preventing me from following through. “Someone thinks she’s in control?” he asked, then without waiting for the answer, “Is that what’s going on here?”
I blinked at him through spiked lashes. “It’s more desperation. It’s been a long time, and I really need you to?—”
He skimmed his other hand up my inner thigh, causing me to lose my words while every other system in my body went wonky. At the brush of fingertips over my clit, my sex clenched, and a whimper chock-full of that desperation punctuated the air.
I peered down at the man on his knees for me, the space he took up compared to little old me a contrast I reveled in. My arousal assisted the glide of two of his fingers pumping inside me, and a sense of smugness flooded me at the sharp snap of his teeth and hiss of breath.
At least he’s as affected as I am.
The cords and veins in his arms stood out as he looped one arm behind my upper thighs, securing my pussy to his roving mouth as he fucked me with his fingers and tongue.
My body begged for more, arching off the tile wall of the shower, my hipbones two pleasure-seeking missiles. I thought I’d have to be the aggressor with Graham, but found I didn’t get distracted, overstimulated, or impatient, even when I let him drive.
Especially since he definitely knew where he was going, and I took back the impatience—he was driving me up a fucking wall drawing it out like this, even as I yearned for it to go on forever.
“It’s high time you learn that what a dish is called doesn’t matter nearly as much as the way I devour it.” His mouth returned to my very center, and he matched the strokes of his fingers to the tangling of his tongue.
Now a prisoner to whatever pleasure he delivered, I quickly obeyed, moaning as he continued his ministrations. “If I ask nicely,” I said between heaving breaths, “then will you keep going?”
He curled the fingers he’d been pumping inside me, hitting a spot so glorious I didn’t recognize the high-pitched keen that slipped out, only that I’d never made it before. “Depends on whether you’re willing to admit you’re wrong.”
My eyes flew open as I peered down my body at him. “I’m fine admitting I’m wrong sometimes. I’m often wrong.”
His low laugh held an intoxicating threat. “Admit you’re wrong about the biscuits, then, and call them their proper name. You Yanks go around changing things just to be difficult, and there’s only one way to teach difficult people a lesson…”
His palm hit my butt cheek with a loud smack . The noise and sting reverberated, and I’d never been so turned on and frustrated at the same time. As a go-with-the-flow gal, I couldn’t figure out why it was so hard to hand over complete control.
More, this was a matter of pride—for me and my country. “I’ll admit that if you admit your TV shows are as dry as the biscuits would be without tea.”
“You’re in no position to be giving…” A gleam hit his eye as he realized I’d folded without waiting for him to give the terms of the ultimatum.
Steely fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. Graham pivoted me around, maneuvering me into a seated position, teetering on the edge of the tub. He lifted one of my legs, guiding it onto his shoulder.
In a flash, he’d done the same to the other leg, opening me up entirely.
With his face lined up with my very center.
The tip of his nose skimmed my clit, eliciting another whimper from me. That pressure was closely followed by his whiskers, mouth, and tongue.
I wanted to cling to the shower curtain to ensure I didn’t fall, but I’d probably yank it and the bar down on us, and if anything interrupted us before we finished, I’d be the one wreaking havoc.
Thighs clamping tighter, I curled myself around his head, hands still braced on the edge of the tub. Shallow breaths sawed in and out of my mouth as my center of gravity switched to the man working me into a whirling, panting tornado of desire.
“Jupiter’s moons, you’re an incubus in a computer programmer disguise,” I uttered, unable to prevent myself from waxing poetic during the steamiest sex session I’d ever had, and not just because it was taking place in a shower. I’d imagined this moment plenty, but never like this. Fantasies were notorious for being completely over-the-top, not to mention frequently landed in the unattainable range.
But when it came to getting naked with the Brit next door, my imagination had never fallen so short. Speaking of… “Graham, I’m gonna fall.”
“Won’t let you,” he growled against my pussy.
“Fall? Or readjust, or com— ahhhhh .” My thighs clamped like a vise, and I threw back my head, lost to the euphoric deluge of sensations. With his torso pinning me in place, arms snaking around my waist to ensure I didn’t slip, he held me so securely it allowed me to let go in a way I rarely did on purpose.
Out I flew into the ether and eternal blackness of space, no tether, until all I could see were stars. They twinkled through every inch of me, glowing and shooting until I was light, and he was the supermassive black hole about to absorb me.
I streaked apart just like those doomed stars, the bursting energy and his pull too much to handle. I recalibrated myself to his orbit, spinning and shining until I didn’t know where he began and I ended. Then I melted onto his lap, a molten pile of bones and bliss, crookedly seated in the tub and as liquid as the bathwater he’d plugged for our soak.
After a handful of seconds spent happily bobbing along, I become very aware of his steely length, pressed firmly against my still throbbing sex.
Gripping the nape of my neck in one hand, he guided my face to his for a hard press of lips that left every inch of me blazing, despite the cooling water temp. “I shouldn’t have let you come without any begging.”
“I assure you, my body was totally begging for it.” Along with the hair on his head, his chest hair curled beneath the water, and I toyed with it with my fingertips. “Wait, does that mean you, Graham Edwards, lost control? I thought you were always in control.”
Vulnerability washed across his features, there for a blip of a blip. Then he swiped the wet strands off my face and depressed my lower lip with his thumb. “Not around you.” He lowered his voice to a gruff whisper. “Never around you.”
My mind whirred, searching for a clever comeback. None sprang to mind, so I settled my hips heavier on his in an appeal. One that said: I hope that never changes, now please forge ahead and fuck me senseless already.
Our eyes locked, and I inhaled a sharp breath at the passion swimming through the malachite green. A tiny part of me wrapped itself around him and this moment, and I tied a bow and pinned it in my mind so I could revisit it again and again.
Long after he’d returned to London, which I was absolutely not going to stress about and get all carried away like I tended to do. I’d simply allow my mouth to do the talking, an activity I’d presumed it was made for until Graham claimed it as his.
“Control’s overrated anyway.” I stretched for the toiletries cabinet and tugged on the knob for the sex drawer. “Losing your inhibitions are where it’s at, trust me.”
It would’ve been sexier if I didn’t then have to shuffle and toss vibrators aside to find the condoms, but I was better at being impulsive than smooth.
I was about to apologize for taking so long when I heard the slosh of water behind me. Graham reached around and palmed both my breasts, gently massaging as he skimmed his lips across the top of my shoulder.
As I spun around, roll of condoms in hand, he dipped his head and sucked one of my nipples in his mouth. The water assisted the glide of our bodies, the surface of the quickly filling tub rippling with our frantic, greedy movements.
Switching to give the other nipple the same toe-curling treatment, he shot me an expression that conveyed he had me right where he wanted me. He released it with a loud pop, swiping the condoms from my hand and leaving behind a strawberry mark. “As long as you keep on being my perfect little sex doll, you have nothing to worry about.”
Any attempt to respond would only result in babbling. Not to mention, likely send me veering on the path away from gratification.
He tore open the foil package and rolled on the condom, and I just gaped at him and his steely length like a starved woman. I was starved, too—for acceptance and affection, and what I wouldn’t give to feel appreciated and chosen .
Thoughts grew hazy once Graham closed the distance. He draped his body over mine, grinding his insistent erection against my lower belly and the apex of my thighs.
He flicked his tongue into the shell of my ear, increasing the friction before adding a nip of teeth, and I nearly came undone right then and there. The tiniest amount of extra pressure was all it would take. My attempt to clench my legs and rub them together went nowhere and, just to make sure, Graham gripped hold of my hips.
His voice thundered through me, a low rumbling that awoke every nerve ending and caused a riot in my veins. The smile he aimed down at me was equal parts cockiness and triumph. “You’re close, aren’t you, love?”
“So close,” I breathed more than said, hoping he wouldn’t punish me for the truth.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” He arched his hips, pushing into me the tiniest, most torturous bit, and I moaned. “You want me to finish you off?”
“FYI, you should know you’re playing with fire, and that’s my element. You might win this battle, but you’ve hardly won the war.” I thought I had him, but his iron grip remained, his will far stronger than mine.
“I hear a lot of talking, and that’s fine.” Each of his fingers dug deeper, and I just lost a couple of centimeters I’d gained. “I can hold you like this for as long as it takes.”
A grunty, complainy noise sounded in the back of my throat, and pretty soon I’d return to my high-pitched whining. Expelling a breath, I put on the best buxom vixen facade I could while working with B-cups and fired off a pouty, come-hither look. “Graham, will you pretty please fuck me already? Not only have I been imagining it for weeks, I need the release, and more, I need you to give it to me.”
I slipped an inch or so closer, regaining the progress I’d made before and then some. “Tell me what to say. What to do. I can’t wait any longer to feel how well that cock stretches and fills me.”
“Jesus Christ, the mouth on you.” He crashed his lips to mine, the kiss brutal and life-giving. “I’ve never met anyone who could keep up.”
“When it comes to talking, I can ramble with the best.”
His huffed laughter hit my damp skin an instant before his lips, and it’d been a long time since I felt this fucking happy. “Well by all means, let’s give that mouth something else to do.”