Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lust for this woman is heaven and hell . Draven burned for her. Thank God he was in the shower because he sweat after being rubbed squeaky clean by her pretty hands.
Her teeth sank into her plush bottom lip as she watched him through hooded eyes. Holding the shower head over his shaft, she shifted it up and down until the powerful streaks of water felt like wicked tongues.
He cursed again, fists clenching as he leaned over her, and she worked him into a frenzy. His hips rocked into the cascading current. His cock throbbed so hard, he thought he might die if she kept up her teasing. RIP, Draven. Prey to lethal lust.
She dropped the shower head low and sprayed it over the hypersensitive underside of his shaft, where the mushroom tip leaked.
“ Thea ,” he gasped. His stomach hollowed; his balls tightened. Groaning, he clenched his jaw to fight off the need to come.
I want more of her teasing. This cannot end yet .
He clutched at her hips, at her tits, her perfect, round backside, as she kept up the sexy assault of unrelenting, provocative water on his pulsating arousal.
When he could not stand it anymore, she stopped and pulled away.
Shooting her a tortured expression, he moaned, “Why?”
She pointed for him to put the shower head back up on the metal holder where it belonged.
“Why?” he whined again.
The sexy woman smirked and repeated her motion for him to put the shower head back.
Hard and aching, he begrudgingly followed directions.
Smiling softly at him, she touched her lips, pressed those same fingers to his shaft, then signed, “ Please? ”
Gaping and panting and wondering if this was all some kind of concussion or coma dream, he nodded. She wants me in her mouth . No man had ever felt luckier.
She had said please .
As she lowered to her knees, his thighs trembled. He knew he would come within minutes of her beautiful lips on his cock, but he summoned all of his resolve. Keep it together, Draven .
He’d had blowjobs before. He had been bored during blowjobs before. But right now, he was the opposite of disassociated. He was one hundred and twenty percent present in the moment. He could have answered questions like, “ How many freckles are dusted across her nose and cheeks? ” Or “ Are the silver blue specks in her eyes more gray or pearlescent? ”
Her grapefruit scent wrapped around him in the mist.
Her soft hands slid up the sides of his clenching thighs.
Her alluring mouth opened as she leaned forward.
“Fuck, baby, are you really going to suck me?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “Make my dreams come true?”
She grazed her lips over the base of his shaft, acclimating herself to the length of him. The lightest caress. She teased him, driving him to the brink of madness.
“Is it possible to die from needing another person this much?” he asked.
His heart beat so fast, it felt near explosion. Was this what caused strokes at a young age? What if his body couldn’t handle her? It already struggled to keep up with how she made him feel.
Other women threw themselves at Draven after shows or groped him as he walked by on the street or at a club. Like they were entitled to him. Other women used him for a good time.
Meanwhile, Thea had asked permission to suck him and said please .
Lightheaded again, Draven leaned back toward the wall as she settled onto her knees and kissed his throbbing erection. She gently suckled the tip, leading it into her warm, wet mouth, licking and kissing and, oh, fuck —
Draven’s head fell back as he moaned. His hips bucked forward as she sucked him down her throat. “Thea,” he rasped.
A deep rumbling growl of approval poured out of him as her mouth closed around him in a powerful suck. “That’s it, baby.”
Tentatively, then gaining a quicker pace, she bobbed her head over him, taking him in and out. “Uh, y-yeah, that’s it,” he muttered, a bit mindless already. Sultry, warm water droplets raced down their bodies as the shower filled with steam.
“Goddamn, you’re a fantasy, Thea. It’s never felt like this,” he admitted as the sharp pressure between his legs built and built. His nerve endings shrieked as Thea twirled her tongue over his cockhead and sucked him deeper. “You’re taking me so good, baby. Fuck, I’m so goddamn lucky. Can we live in this shower?”
Through slitted eyes, he watched her lips dance over him. When she moved a hand up to cup his balls, his entire body jerked. Emitting a hoarse cry, he planted his palms against the slick wall behind her.
“Little vixen, you want it that bad? Goddamn, you’re like a succubus trying to suck bits of my soul. And I’m so damn pent up for you. Only for you.” His hips rocked of their own volition, driving his cock into her pliant, bewitching mouth. “Trying to hold back,” he strained.
She narrowed her eyes and sucked on him harder. Faster. Swirls and twists of tongue. A tightening of her fingers around the base of his shaft. This succubus demanded he come for her.
As his legs began to shake, her lips stretched into a salacious smirk around his cock.
“Oh, shit,” he cursed.
His muscles bunched.
His back bowed.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re taking it from me. Little succubus, my soul—it’s all for you.”
His mouth opened; his breath caught as warm droplets from the shower dripped over his face. Praises and curses bubbled up from his inner essence—some deep part of him he had no control over. Thighs widening and trembling, Draven leaned his weight toward the wall.
Tingles darted from his shoulders to the base of his spine. Rapture .
At the first violent spurt of release, Thea buried his cock deeper between her lips.
Draven’s mouth hung open as she swallowed him down her throat. This kind of pleasure was like nothing he experienced before. She did not stop. She milked him for more. Her eyes demanded he fill her up with everything he had to give. Like she wanted all of him.
Someone finally wanted all of him.
He lifted her gently by her hair to pop Thea’s still-sucking mouth off his dick. She had taken every drop of him.
She leaned forward to kiss the tip, causing it to jerk and spasm.
Great, now he hardened immediately after coming his brains out. Who the hell was this woman?
She released him but only to pinch her fingers and tap them together. “ More ,” she signed.
More. She wanted more of him.
He knew he was in way over his head.
But drowning in Thea sounded like the best way to go.
He helped her to stand once more. His palms folded onto her lower back as he pulled her close and nuzzled her.
She dug her nails into his back, clutching onto him as much as he did her. Both of them felt how vulnerable and important the moment was. Like the water washed away every distraction, every past mistake or heartbreak. How could someone who inspired such dirty thoughts leave him feeling so clean ?
She leaned back and looked at him with an inquisitive and nervous expression.
“What is it, baby?” he asked, petting her spine, two fingers tracing it up and down.
She reached between them and drew a question mark with her finger onto the fogged-over glass door. She motioned between them and pointed to the question mark.
Maybe it was the post-orgasm haze, but Draven did what first came to mind.
Following pure instinct, he drew a heart onto the mist-coated glass shower door.
A heart.
“That’s what we are, Thea,” he whispered into her damp hair and held her tighter.
Their friends believed they were not a good match.
They came from two different worlds.
“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” he promised, kissing the side of her head as he clasped her to his chest.
They hung onto each other until the water ran ice cold.