Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Lake
Warm water beats on my back, so satisfying after the weeks I’ve had. Even better is the way that Grady is kissing me. Deep and slow and all-consuming. My hands easily sweep over his muscles, dipping into each groove and curve down to his perfect, round ass.
“Best shower I’ve had”—can’t resist feeling his lips again—“in weeks,” I gasp.
“Mmm.” Grady’s beard grazes my cheek, chin, and further down as he explores me like he’s trying to relearn me. Every time we’re together, he proves his mouth could be worth millions. Billions. Trillions. Too bad it’s all mine.
Fingers glide between my ass cheeks, and he bites down gently on my nipple at the same time.
Yeah, that’s— “Magic mouth,” I moan.
Grady smiles and licks, tingles moving across me like rippling waves, in tune with the shower’s spray.
He nudges me backward, pressing me against the cold glass wall. The stark temperature difference between the glass and his warm chest is strangely erotic. A push and pull that’s like ice cream on a hot summer day.
“I’m never going to look at ice cream the same way again.”
He doesn’t falter, moving to my opposite nipple. “Why?” He wraps his hands around both our dicks, stroking lightly. I cry out, arching my hips to add pressure, clinging to him. I can feel his wedding ring on every slide, and it makes everything better.
“Why what?” What are we talking about? I bite down on the curve of his shoulder, stifling a moan when he squeezes at the top. His cock throbs against mine, and it's so good. So good. “Would it feel twice as good if we merged into one big cock?” Double goodness.
“Probably.” A finger strokes over my hole, playing with it. On every upward stroke of the hand holding our dicks, he nudges the finger in and then retreats. Teasing me. Torturing me.
“I want you inside me,” I beg, squirming. It’s been too long since I’ve felt him filling me. I need it so badly that I’m shaking from it. “I need it. I need it.” So badly.
“Me too, baby, me too. Soon.” He kisses me, swallowing all of my sounds and sharing his own. Deep, guttural moans that vibrate through me.
My ass clenches at the mere thought of Grady fucking me. Honestly, that’s all I even need to finish me off half the time. Just the memory of it. The only thing in my spank bank.
There are vague fumbling sounds over my gasps and whimpers and then the telltale click of a tube being opened. I splay a hand on the glass behind me to keep steady, heart racing, knowing what’s coming next. My hips are already gyrating, mimicking the movement and so fucking ready for Grady’s cock.
Yesyesyes.
It’s a good thing we have an en suite because having to remember to bring lube every time we shower—and take it out—would be annoying.
And I’d forget, and then it would get awkward…
er. En suite is my friend. Though, considering how nice Grady did up our bathroom while I was gone, I definitely want to test it out on a night that Riley is at my Mum and Dad’s.
A slick finger enters me, stretching my inner muscles. I clutch at his shoulders, pushing back. “More. More.” It’s the only word that I can think of. Just more.
He adds a second finger and sucks at my neck.
“Two fingers are good,” I slur, drunk on the feel of him. “Three fingers are better. Like three scoops of ice cream. Three is so good. Four even. There’s no”—a third finger enters, and the word turns into a long drawn-out groan—“there’s no—” I don’t know what I was saying.
Grady twists his fingers as he slowly stretches and fucks me. Any twinges from the intrusion are completely gone, and I’m left with nothing but pleasure. “There’s no what, Lake?” he asks huskily.
“There’s no oh my fuck.” Stars burst behind my eyes, heat running up my legs. That spot, that perfect fucking spot, he always knows. He always knows. “Always,” I mumble. “Ice cream.”
Grady’s deep chuckle reaches into me, injecting heat directly into my veins.
“There’s no ice cream?” The fourth finger is a tighter fit, almost too much and not enough. It feels so fucking great, and it’s still nothing compared to his dick. That’s what I really need. What I’m always thinking about. His dick. His beautiful, perfect dick.
“There are no limits. I want all the scoops. You’re my scoops.” He can just keep the scoops coming. All the scoops.
He grasps my leg under my thigh, hooking it up around his waist. I know what’s coming next, and I’m so ready for it.
When he grasps my other thigh, I tighten my opposite leg and use his shoulders to balance myself. And then I’m in his arms, legs wrapped around him, and his cock slides in deep until he bottoms out, and I’m so deliciously full. Yes, this is it.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I bite my lip, nails scratching all over him, my mind scrambling and unable to still. Fuck, there’s nothing in the world like this. I’m so full, split open and so greedy for him. I’d live with him inside me if I could. Just walk around with his dick deep inside me.
I lift myself when he pulls out and drop when he thrusts in, a perfect symbiosis that gets him as deep as he can go. It’s perfect. So perfect.
“You’re my scoop,” I blurt nonsensically, barely understanding my own words. Infinite scoops, and he’s all mine. Mine, mine, mine.
He brushes his hand over my wet hair and kisses the corner of my mouth. “You’re my scoop too.”
My heart warms like melting chocolate. I don’t have the words to truly articulate just how much I love him, how much he gets me. He kisses me properly, saving me from having to figure it out.
My heels dig into his ass. “Harder. Faster. Please. I need it so hard. Need you. Want to feel it next week. Next year.” The next snap of his hips rattles my teeth, just the way he knows I like it. “Want you permanently imprinted in my ass.”
He pulls out, lowers me to my feet, and then turns me around in one fluid motion.
Before I can even recover from the manhandling of my dreams, he’s back inside me, fucking me with hard, slow thrusts.
The force of them pushes me to my toes, my legs weak and shaking.
The cold from the glass against my palms and my ass isn’t enough to turn down the heat, but it’s a nice kind of relief against the fire.
Grady holds my hips, and his chest disappears from against my back, like he’s leaning back to watch himself fuck me. Yeah, that’s—I want to watch it too.
He stops abruptly, tensing. “What’s this?”
“What’s what? Why are you stopping?” I’m getting close, and even if I weren’t, I could lie in bed while he fucks me for hours. Days.
Fingers brush my hip, tracing something. Oh. My tattoo. I’d completely forgotten about it in the blissful delirium of having his hands all over me again.
He didn’t see it himself since our mouths were fused together while we undressed in haste, desperate and stumbling into the shower.
And the deployment happened so quickly after I did it that I didn’t he never got to see it beforehand.
I wish I’d shown it to him before I’d left but it had all been such a blur.
“They’re fireworks,” I say as if he can’t see them himself. Vibrant colours streak across my skin, imitating three bursts close together. Loren did an incredible job bringing it to life.
“Fireworks,” Grady repeats. His thumb caresses the spot.
“New Year’s Eve fireworks.” Only we’ll know what they are, what they mean.
Grady’s touch stutters. “Lake…”
“I never want to forget.” The first night we met. Our first kiss. It’s a celebration of where we began, the first day that I knew he existed. I’ll never again be who I was before that night.
He tugs my head to the side, kissing me with renewed urgency. He starts moving inside me again, thrusting more erratically, frenzied. His answer to my gesture: our love language of touch and passionate greed. This is our cornerstone, everything else between us feeding from it.
A hand sneaks around to stroke my cock, and my toes curl, lust rising in my groin, pushing and pulsing.
“I love you,” he rasps, lips against my ear.
I reach back, wrapping my arms around his neck, stretching my chest and changing the angle of his thrusts.
He’s all around me, my only oxygen, when I come.
He groans when I clench his cock with my ass and cry out so hard it echoes around the small room.
My soul leaves my body, dancing with his, and I know nothing else will ever be like this.
Nothing will ever fit the way we do. A lock and key unique to us.
He continues thrusting lazily even though he’s already come too. I’m sensitive, and I twitch from the hold on my cock. But I’m in no hurry to move either.
Three weeks felt like a lifetime without him, and I need to stay close to him, soak his presence in so I can sustain myself.
Eventually, we leave the shower, for water conservation if nothing else. We dry each other off and kiss slowly, taking our time touching, skin to skin.
We don’t make it out of the bathroom for the second round, Grady bending me over the sink while I watch in the mirror as he turns me inside out.