Episode 89
EPISODE 89
GREAT BALLS OF FIRE
River
Heather pauses a moment, biting her lip, after I ask her to join me in the shower.
I raise my eyebrows. “Something the matter?”
“No. I’m just…”
I trail a finger over her smooth cheek. “You just said you hadn’t gotten to know me yet.”
She chuckles. “I did say that.”
“No better way to get to know a person than to take a shower with him.”
“You know what?” She gives me a seductive smile. “Let’s do it.”
I nod toward the locker room where the showers are. “Here?”
“Why not?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of my suite.” I grab her hand.
She wrinkles her forehead, and for a moment, I think she’s going to back out.
For a moment, I want her to back out. Which makes no sense, of course. I’m wildly attracted to her, and the whole shower thing was my idea in the first place.
But she widens her smile. “Sounds perfect.”
Together we leave the gym. We stop in the kitchen to fill up our water bottles, and I can’t help looking around. Where is everyone? Sienna and Brett are gone, of course, and Evangeline is probably in her suite planning for this afternoon and evening. But the others?
I haven’t seen Misty since last night…and I have no desire to.
But Emily…
Where is Emily?
I stop the thought abruptly. She’s obviously not fucking Brett since he’s gone. But she could easily be with either Sebastian or Alex. The woman seems to want to get around.
Which of course is the whole idea behind this event. We all need to get to know each other. So now I'll get to know Heather, maybe even in the biblical sense.
We climb the staircase, and I lead her to my suite and open the door. She walks in ahead of me, and a moment later, she’s removed that sexy workout bra and her pert tits fall against her chest. Her nipples are hard and ready.
Apparently so is she, so I’m a bit confused why she seemed tentative at first. I cock my head.
“Something wrong?” she asks.
“Nope. You just seem in a hurry now.”
“In a hurry?” She laughs. “I’m here to shower, River. Last time I checked, most people shower without their tops.” She kicks off her sneakers. “And without shoes and socks.”
“Yeah. Of course.” My cheeks warm, and not from the recent workout. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I should be on that fucking ferry with Sienna. I should be checking on Rachel and figuring out where she and Ginger went. I let Evangeline talk me out of it when she said her life was in danger.
But for the love of God…
I’m in my suite with a beautiful woman—one I haven’t given a lot of consideration to—who’s ready to hop in the shower with me.
I smile and grab her hand. “Come on.” I lead her through the sitting area to my large bedroom.
Hmm.
She shows no surprise at the size of the room and en suite bathroom.
That probably means she saw Sebastian’s suite last night, and if I know Seb—and I do know him—he didn’t stop at kissing.
I strip off my sweaty workout clothes and turn on the shower.
Heather strides up behind me. She’s fully naked now, and a wonderful sight she is. Shorter and slightly curvier than Emily, but super gorgeous in her own way. I touch her upper arm and turn her slightly so I can see the viper on her shoulder. It’s striking and intricate. Pictured in a coiled position, as if ready to strike, it moves almost gracefully with the lines of Heather’s muscles. Blue is the main hue, but the scales are artfully done with green and gold, making the piercing red of the snake’s eyes pop.
“Why a viper?” I can’t help asking.
She shrugs. “Why not?”
I turn her back to face me. “I’m serious. It’s beautiful work. Are you saying you don’t have a reason for choosing it?”
She averts her eyes from mine. “I don’t talk about that. Are we going to shower or what?”
Hmm. Definitely a story there, and I bet she doesn’t share easily. Does Sebastian know?
“Absolutely.” The shower is good and steamy, so I open the doors. “After you.”
Heather walks into the shower and tilts her head under the stream of water, wetting her hair. The rivulets meander down her taut body, over her hard nipples, down to her bare pussy.
I kneel before her. “Spread your legs,” I command.
She opens her eyes and moves her head away from the water. “Absolutely.”
I take a moment to look at her. Really look. Something I didn’t do with Emily last night. If I’m going to get my mind off the English beauty, I need to approach things differently with Heather.
Her pussy is plump and pink, and when I slide my fingers over her folds… “Nice. You’re wet.”
I touch my tongue to her clit and she moans softly. Then I tilt my neck as far as it will go and taste her sweetness. Damn. She tastes like morning dew, and my cock hardens as I lick her. The water pelts me as I continue, sucking her labia and tugging on them, and then nipping at her clit.
“Oh, God…” Her voice blends with the whooshing of the water over us. “Feels good. So good.”
“Tastes good too,” I mutter against her flesh. I leave her pussy a moment and kiss her wet thighs, grab her ass. Then I turn her around quickly and slide my tongue between her cheeks before plunging it over her pussy again. “Touch your clit,” I tell her. “Touch yourself.”
She braces one hand against the shower wall and then obeys me, her hand sliding between her legs. I lap up her juices as she pleasures herself, and with each moan my cock gets harder and harder.
“I want you to come, Heather,” I say. “Come for me.”
“Yeah, I’m almost there…”
I tongue her asshole again and thrust two fingers into her pussy.
That does it.
“Fuck!” She clamps around my fingers as the climax hits her.
“Damn, you’re sexy.” I kiss her asscheek and give it a sharp bite. “Keep coming.”
She gyrates around my fingers, and when her orgasm begins to wane, I rise, turn her around, and crush our mouths together. The kiss is full of angst and need, and she returns it, melts into it, our tongues fighting for dominance.
A moment later, she pulls away and gasps in a breath.
“Okay?” I ask, my hard cock nudging her belly.
“More than okay.” She falls to her knees. “Let me take care of that for you.”
I lean against the shower wall and close my eyes.
Nothing like a good blow job to relieve the stress of this day.
Her lips encircle the head of my cock. She sucks lightly, but then leaves the head and trails kisses down my shaft all the way to my balls. One by one, she sucks them into her mouth.
Despite the hot shower, chills skitter through me. And then?—
She hums. Seriously starts humming while my balls are in her mouth. It’s like a vibration more than a sound, and oh, my God…
It’s like a massage but better—a manipulation that stimulates every cell in my body and makes my dick want to sink into something hot and tight.
“Fuck,” I grit out.
Just when I think I might blow, she moves away from my balls and goes back to my dick. She nibbles lightly on the head and then takes me all the way in. I swear I can feel the back of her fucking throat.
She pulls back quickly, though, and she adds her hand to increase the friction. I bend my knees slightly and curl my fingers into her dark hair, meeting her rhythm.
When I open my eyes, her head is tilted so she meets my gaze. Her eyes are narrowed, smoldering.
Hot. As. Hell.
I could come in her mouth. Already I know she’ll allow it. Any woman who sucks balls and looks a man in the eye when giving head is serious about it and will usually let a man blow down her throat.
Or I could stop her, lift her easily, and set her down on my cock and fuck her.
I do neither, though. I close my eyes once more, relax and enjoy her skills. And damn, this woman has skills.
She continues, easing off me and sucking only the tip. My balls scrunch, and I’m ready, but she takes her thumb and forefinger and squeezes me at the base, using her hand as a cock ring.
It staves off the climax for now.
But I’m ready to come, so I move her hand and take over, giving my cock three good, hard pulls.
Heather rises. “Sure you don’t want me to do that?”
“You’re damned good at it, but we don’t know each other well enough for me to ask you to come in your mouth.”
“Then let me help you.” She slides her fingers around my cock.
“I’d love that.” I close my eyes again and within a minute, I’m spurting my release into the shower.
But it’s not Heather’s face I see in my mind.