Hot-Ass Shower #2
Eager, I sunk fingers into his dark hair and gripped handfuls, pulling.
The other Hunter groaned and rolled his sinewy waist again, finally pushing his throbbing length inside of me.
A cry got caught in my throat. Sensation stormed my body with another hard, upwards lunge.
He slipped his hand between us and used his thumb to circle and stimulate my clit.
And it was so fucking good…
As if it was his intention to kill me with pleasure, the other Hunter slammed his hips forward and hit all the right places. My waist worked in an eager swirl over his cock, answering his intensity with my own.
I couldn’t figure out a proper volume, sounding equal parts desperate and unsure.
It started as a loud eruption, then dropped down to a whiny whisper.
My favorite curses were stringed together with the Hunter’s name.
But it wasn’t long before all I could do was plead with him to end the torture—to fuck me the way I needed.
I was so damn ready for it. I’d been waiting so long to feel that elusive but entirely euphoric surge.
I’d do anything to have it again.
His answering urgency suggested I needn’t bother begging. We both wanted the same thing.
Sloan kissed me again, sucking on my tongue, then flicking and caressing it in time with his thrusts.
He didn’t go slow. It didn’t appear he remembered how to with how desperately he fucked me.
Our hips collided loudly, an obscene echo in our ears.
He buried his face in my shoulder, biting down, and his muscles worked against mine to drive us both over the edge.
It was as if every nerve in my body was firing, exploding pleasure everywhere he touched. I’d wanted this for so long that I didn’t know how to deal with the overload of stimulation. Something like this could easily destroy me before any enemy out there could.
Sliding up and down the wall, the sounds of our desperate movements resounded in the glass box. I hated how wild I sounded, how loud my moans had become, but what it clearly did to Sloan made it worth the momentary shame.
The usually level-headed Hunter had completely unraveled. His groans and grunts were in my ears as he drove into me faster than any human could. His hands gripped my hips, and he fucked me on his cock with a punishing speed.
I couldn’t get enough of it. This beautiful man had lost control because of me. I’d done this to him, and it gave me such a high. By the way his grunts started to sound frantic, the stuttered slaps of his hips and the almost absent need to say my name, I could tell he was close. But so was I.
I turned and bit his ear, whispering, “I missed this, Sloan. You feel so good.”
Grabbing me around the jaw, Sloan quieted me with a rough kiss and moved his thumb over my clit, probably sensing I was close. “Then come for me, love. Show me how much you missed this.”
I tossed my head back, the stimulation and his words too much to take. My orgasm came swift and hard, sending my body into a full arch. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, hips rocking against the last of the pleasure before the man pressed into me stiffened.
His face was hidden in my neck again, so I couldn’t watch him like I wanted to. I’d force him to let me see him come one of these days. It was such a turn on to see what I did to them, and I never realized how much I got off on it until they made it so I couldn’t.
My legs were quaking like goddamn vibrators by the time Sloan released me. His eyes didn’t leave mine. I knew that look. Fuck. He wasn’t done with me. He wanted more. I anchored myself to the wall, toying with whether or not I’d give in again.
I nearly stumbled, which would’ve been absolute humiliation in front of the man who’d trained me to never let my guard down, but I’d conveniently blame his crazy sex skills if it came down to it.
His arms were already around me, and I blamed him with a little upwards glare. “Good to know I can still make you a little weak in the knees, love. But, have it my way, and you won’t find yourself walking at all.”
This suave bastard was damn good. But not here. The bed. I wanted to see what he could do on his back.
“Sloan—”
Someone rapped on our room door. “You better not leave me with these two devils, V! I swear, I’ll come in there. Don’t make me use one of my stones!” I heard Cash yell from outside our room.
For the first time since I met him, Sloan growled and glared over his shoulder before checking on me again. “There aren’t enough words to express how obnoxious I find that bloody tosser.”
Did Sloan just curse?
I blinked, legs still shaking like I’d never used them before. “Tosser, huh?”
With a roguish smile, Sloan stole a kiss and grabbed some shampoo from a nearby bottle left out by the hotel staff. “Come here, V. I’ll wash your dirty body clean. That wanker can wait.” His eyes glinted. “And if he comes in, I’ll give him the punishment he justly deserves.”
Um, who was this sexy bastard and what’s he done with my Sloan?
Before I could ask who this imposter was, Sloan turned me by the shoulders and shampooed my hair, his fingers working my scalp in a way that was almost as good as sex. I’d all but forgotten my complaints to the amazing pleasure of his head massage.