Chapter 31
THEO
SEVERAL FANTASIES OF just how I’d torture Shep after this hike from hell flooded my mind one after the other as I trekked back to the house. Tormenting him with leeches on his own damn body was high on the list, but that wasn’t enough.
First, he’d woken me up, and not with the orgasm I deserved, then he forced me out into the hottest place on the planet to, what, look at the wildlife? Having them violate my body was a step too far, and now Shep thought it was smart to follow after me chuckling the whole damn way?
If I didn’t enjoy his cock so much, I’d have a good mind to rip it off his body and beat him with it.
The only smart thing the man had done all day was give me the code to enter the safe house, and the eye scanner did the rest. I kicked off the muddy boots, leaving them on the patio to rot, and then hightailed it to the shower.
There better not be one more fucking leech on my body, or I was going to lose my mind.
After turning the spray all the way to hot, I ripped off my clothes—which I’d be burning later—and gave myself an inspection in the mirror.
When I didn’t see any signs of those nasty little fuckers, I jumped into the shower, not caring at all that it scalded my skin.
If there were any leeches hiding, they were dead now.
I shuddered just thinking about them, and immediately grabbed the soap and began to scrub my body raw. If that had been Shep’s idea of a good time, he was never allowed to plan anything for us ever again.
Through the shower glass, I saw the door open. When Shep stepped inside, I shook my head.
“Oh no you don’t,” I said. “Go get your own shower—this one’s taken.”
“Aw, don’t be like that.” He didn’t pay any attention to my warning, peeling off his clothes instead and adding them to the pile. The glass distorted his image, but it was still a fucking hot one. Not that I was going to let that distract me from my irritation.
He opened the shower door to my glare, and the bastard grinned. Grinned. Like I wouldn’t take the showerhead off and knock him unconscious with it.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I said when he went to step inside. “I’m feeling feral right now. I can’t promise you’ll leave this shower if you enter it.”
“Feral? Me too.” He held up his hands and walked his naked ass into my space. “I come in peace.”
“I don’t know that word.” I scrubbed at my scalp, feeling for anything that shouldn’t be there and hoping like hell I wouldn’t find anything.
“Bend over and I’ll show you,” he said. “Or don’t you want me to check in all the hidden places?”
There was a challenge in those blue eyes, along with misplaced arousal, because there was nothing at all sexy about this moment.
Although my dick wasn’t necessarily getting the message, because it got interested the second Shep stepped into the shower. Fucking traitor.
He took the bar of soap from me and began to lather up his hands, and I stayed under the spray, not giving him an inch.
“Come on, Theo,” he said, dropping his voice to that sexy, persuasive tone I hadn’t been able to resist—so far. “I’ll be thorough…”
I sniffed and kicked my chin up, not ready to give in, wanting to make Shep pay for our disastrous adventure. But I really did want him to check that I hadn’t missed anywhere, and if he wanted to make it up to me, then I guessed I could at least get an orgasm out of the deal.
“Well,” I said, turning around so the spray hit my chest, “I suppose it is the least you could do.”
Shep moved in behind me, sliding his soapy hands down my ass, his lips against my ear. “Bend over for me and I’ll make it up to you.”
Now that was more like it. I still didn’t hear a “sorry,” but Shep would be too proud to admit his idea of a good time was a terrible one.
I braced myself on the wall, bending enough to give him access. He spread my cheeks, trailing his fingers down between them, and my traitorous body shivered, giving me away.
He didn’t get on his knees, but stayed close enough that I could feel his warmth as he did a very thorough inspection of my ass, those talented fingers teasing in just the right spot to have my resolve waning. But just a little.
I closed my eyes and waited for him to dive in deeper, to feel his cock tease my hole before he took me, but then the image of a leech hiding beneath his balls entered my mind, and I spun around.
Shep wasn’t expecting me to do that, because he blinked in surprise but didn’t back up a step.
“We have a problem,” I said, pushing against his chest with my finger. “How do I know you aren’t hiding any little bastards? We never checked you.”
Shep ran the soap through his hands and smirked. “Is this your way of feeling me up, then?”
“Hardly. I just don’t want your dick anywhere near my ass if you haven’t thoroughly checked yourself.”
“Oh, I see. Did you want to do the honors, then?” He held the bar out to me, and I snatched it from him.
I lathered up my hands, my eyes trailing down his rock-hard chest and abs to the stiff dick pointing straight out at me. It wasn’t fair that he had such a gorgeous cock, but it was my good fortune. Especially now, since I planned to make good use of it.
Like I’d said, it was the least he could do.
I placed the soap back in the alcove, and the second I wrapped my fingers around him, Shep sucked in a breath and dropped his head back.
I wanted to stay angry, really I did, and maybe if I hadn’t been facing him…
Maybe if I couldn’t see, feel or smell him, I would’ve been able to stay strong.
But it turned out I was as weak as the millions of other people who wanted to get their hands on America’s son. The main difference? I had my hands on him, and I’d be damned if I let him get away without getting the orgasm I deserved.
I slid my fist up Shep’s rigid length, marveling over the heat of his skin, and once I was satisfied there was nothing sucking the blood from his body, I put my lips to his throat.
“You better make this up to me, Winchester.”
Shep raised his head then took my face in his hands and lowered his lips until they were mere inches from mine.
“Fucking count on it.”
Shep took my lips in a crushing kiss. He thrust his tongue in, no gentle tease, but full, deep penetration as he walked me back to the tiled wall and pinned me there. I hiked one of my legs up his thigh to his hip and shoved my dick through his fist. Shep ripped his mouth off mine and cursed.
Then he planted a hand on the wall by my head, and those usually ice-blue eyes turned molten.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice so low I barely made it out over the spray of the shower. “Let me serve you, Your Serene Highness.”
He punctuated his words with a firm pull of my cock, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Then he began to kiss along my jaw to my ear.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, more to himself than to me, but hearing it only made me want him even more.
I reached for his arms, digging my fingers into his biceps as I starting to thrust in and out of his closed fist, and when he flicked his tongue over my lobe, I turned my head to get another taste of him.
This time around, though, I was the one pushing past his lips. My tongue sweeping inside and finding his to tangle with as he began to rock against me, his thick cock dripping sticky pre-cum on my thigh.
And that just wouldn’t do.
I wanted the same contact with our bodies as we had with our tongues—friction, stroking, rubbing—and with that thought in mind, I reached down and aligned his erection with mine.
Understanding exactly what I wanted, Shep loosened his grip to take hold of the both of us, and when his erection brushed up against mine, I groaned and let my head fall back against the wall.
“Now,” I told him with a smirk, “you may serve me.”
Shep bit into my lower lip. “It would be my pleasure, Your Serene Highness.”
They were the last words out of his mouth before he stroked his slippery palm up both our lengths.
The feeling was exquisite, toe curling, and all I could do was hang on as Shep worked the two of us under the hot spray, destroying all thoughts other than how hard and fast I could come all over him.
“Putain,” I gasped, wrenching my mouth from his so I could look at what he was doing.
If I’d thought feeling it was epic, seeing his dick rub up and down against mine nearly made my knees buckle.
I was in deep fucking trouble here. Shep was supposed to have been a one-off, a quick, mindless fuck in Monaco to take my mind off the fact I’d been at my irritating brother’s wedding. Now here we were, weeks later, and still ending up in each other’s arms.
Part of me wanted to say it was nothing, that we were just hard up, scratching an itch that both of us happened to have. But the truth was that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an itch for the same person several times over.
The fact it was one of my Libertine brothers, the bossman’s ex, should have been enough to have me running in the opposite direction.
Yet here I was, tangled around Shep’s body tighter than the damn vines covering this hellscape jungle, and wondering how the fuck I was ever going to untangle myself.
That was a question for another time, though. Right now, I was going to concentrate on—
“Mon Dieu, Shep…” I moaned as he scraped his teeth down the side of my neck and sucked at the tight skin where it met my shoulder.
He hummed against my wet skin as I tightened my leg around his ass and pulled him as hard against me as I could possibly get him.
“I’m going to come.”
“I sure fucking hope so,” he growled, and flicked his tongue over the bite mark he’d just left. “’Cause I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Just hearing that Shep was only seconds away from losing it himself, I leaned forward and bit down on his lip. “Come all over me,” I demanded, and Shep grinned.
“Is that a royal command?”
“Oui,” I said as his fingers flexed. “And you owe me.”
I tugged on his lip then let it go to lean back on the wall.
“Make a mess of me, Shep. A royal fucking mess.”
His eyes trailed down my body, then back up to my face, as his arm began to pump the both of us harder and faster. The slippery soap mixed with both our pre-cum as I thrust forward, rubbing my dick against him in an erotic slide that was one of the sexiest moments of my life.
Shep lowered his head until his lips were in the crook of my neck, and as he ground against me, I wrapped my arms and leg around him to keep him as close as I could, wanting to feel the moment he let go, wanting to feel the hot rush of his cum as it made a mess of me.
I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he rushed toward the finish line, and when his body stiffened, my cock jerked against his and our shouts echoed off the shower walls. Our climax hit at the same time and we made a mess of each other.
It was as close to perfection as I could have imagined.
But that still didn’t mean I’d forgiven him for the fucking leeches.