Chapter 19

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Jocelyn

I watch as Hutch turns on the water. OK, I drool with a gaping mouth. I’ve never seen him completely naked before and…well, wow.

“Close your mouth. It’s unbecoming of a princessa,” he teases.

I roll my eyes as I attempt to close my mouth. “I’m not a princessa,” I grumble. It’s funny that Ava called me that, but it feels silly. I’m anything but a princess.

Hutch opens the giant glass door of the shower and tugs me inside. He cups my jaw and lifts my face as water runs down his back, and steam swirls around us.

“You’re my princessa,” he says quietly, his thumb stroking my cheekbone with such reverence that I feel like my heart skips a beat.

“Kiss me,” I whisper, needing a distraction. If he’s any sweeter, I might either burst into flames or cry.

His lips crash down on mine, and he drags me up his body. I wrap my legs around him as he pushes my back against the cool stone tiles of the shower. I feel all of him, every muscle, every hard line, and definitely his monstrous erection. Viking warriors have nothing on this man.

I let my hands trace his pectoral muscles, his back muscles, his ass, and his biceps.

Every inch of him feels like sculpted marble.

There are a few scars, including a big one on his hip, but other than those battle wounds from his accident, his skin shows zero flaws.

I’d admit I’m jealous of that, but I'm too busy kissing him.

Eventually, he lets me slide down his body, and he steps back like he’s afraid he can’t trust himself with me.

“What?” I ask as I watch him take in my whole body with his heated gaze.

I’m not sure what he sees. When I look in the mirror, I see stretch marks, scars from various accidents playing outside as a kid, breasts that aren’t perfect, hips that are too round, and a little pudge around my waist instead of abdominal muscles like his.

“I’m just deciding which part of you I want to worship first,” he muses before dropping to his knees. He plants a kiss on my belly. I know what he wants to do, but there’s no way that is logistically happening. He’s too big and I’m too short.

He growls, and I laugh. “Come on, rinse off, and we can go to bed,” I insist as I walk under the water and grab my shampoo bottle.

He removes it from my hand and puts some on his palm before rubbing his hands together, standing, and slowly working it into my scalp. My eyes close as he washes my hair.

He helps me rinse and then puts in conditioner before he washes his hair. I’m too short to reach it. After rinsing the conditioner out, we lather each other with soap.

I trace each inch of him, memorizing flesh that only I get to see, and something about that makes me feel possessive over him. And with that thought, I lean down and lick each one of the muscles on his abdomen.

He groans, his fingers weaving through my hair. And then I’m face-to-face with the part of him that I’ve been so curious about. My tongue darts out and licks the top. It bobs as he sucks in a breath.

“Fuck, princessa,” he growls, his fingers tightening around my head.

I lick him from his base to the tip and am rewarded with another groan and tightening of his fingers. I try to take him in my mouth, but only get about two-thirds of him in there. I gag a little, and he pulls me off him.

“My turn,” he says as he pushes us under the water to rinse our bodies before he abruptly turns off the water.

He yanks our towels off the hooks on the wall, and we dry quickly.

I don’t even finish because he pulls the towel from my hand and grabs my hips and ass, pulling me up his body.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me into his room.

He gently sets me down on the soft comforter and pushes me down, so I’m lying flat with my legs dangling off the side of the bed.

He starts to lean down and then shakes his head with a growl. He crawls up onto the bed next to me. Picking me up as if I weigh nothing, he pulls me over him. Eventually, I have no option but to straddle his head as he manipulates my body with just his hands.

“Hutch, what are you…” The last word of my question dies on my lips as I feel his tongue separate my wet folds and dive inside me.

His beard scratches my sensitive skin and lights my body on fire.

I tremble over top of him as he licks and sucks and fucks me with his mouth in ways I never thought was possible.

Holy hell, this is what my friends are talking about.

My past boyfriends acted like there was something wrong with me when I didn’t come after they licked down there one time.

I think it can’t get any better until his hand moves from where it was holding my ass, pressing me into his face.

His long, thick fingers dip between my ass cheeks, past a hole no one has ever touched, and straight inside me. He starts with one, but soon one finger becomes two and two becomes three while his hot mouth sucks on my clit. But when his tongue joins his fingers, I start to see stars.

His fingers curl, seeking something, probing in a way that has my toes curling, and then he finds it, the elusive spot inside me that no man has ever found.

With his nose hitting my clit, and his tongue and fingers penetrating me, I scream so loudly that I’m pretty sure I might have woken Ava. My body doesn’t just convulse in an orgasm; it transcends into a parallel universe, the likes of which I have never known.

“I need inside you,” he murmurs against my drenched folds as he laps at my release.

“Yes,” I pant.

“I…small problem…no condom,” he manages as if his brain in his head just turned on and needs a minute to warm up before it can process.

I lick my lips. “You said you haven’t had sex in like six months? Right?” I ask.

He nods, and his nose grazes my oversensitive clit, and I moan.

“We don’t need one,” I say. “I got an IUD put in when I was in college.”

He pulls me down his body until I’m sitting just below his erection. He sits up and struggles to pull us back so he can rest against the headboard.

His beard glistens, wet from me, and I lean and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips as I scoot up to grind against him.

“Are you sure?” he says quietly against my mouth.

I nod. “Yes. I’ve never been more sure of something in my life. Please, Hutch.”

I am so needy right now, I’m pretty sure I’d start begging soon if he didn’t agree to this. I take his erection in my hand, and the realization of our size difference starts to hit me suddenly.

I gulp. I can do this. If a human can come out of that hole, Hutch will fit…I think.

I position myself over him and sink down a little. His tip spreads me open, but it doesn’t hurt…until he’s about two inches inside me. Then I feel the burn.

I pull up and try again, slowly sinking down on him. I make it a bit further. It takes me eight tries before I think he’s all the way in.

“Almost in, princessa,” he says as he watches where our bodies are joined.

My eyes widen. “Almost? There’s no way more fits,” I say, starting to panic that I’ve bitten off more than I can chew…or take inside me.

He slowly pushes his fingers in his mouth, licking them seductively. He pulls them out after a few seconds and places them on either side of his cock.

“One more inch,” he says. His wet thumb circles my clit, and I move a little up and then back down. I do it again and again, until he has to move his hand, and then, he finally slides all the way inside.

We both let out a moan.

“OK, that better be it because nothing else is fitting in there,” I huff.

He grabs my feet and pulls them toward his shoulders, forcing me to come into a squat over him. Then he takes my hands and places them on the headboard on either side of his head.

“There you go, baby. Have at it,” he says with a grin.

Wow, a man letting me take control is sexy as fuck.

I start moving, little bounces at first, trying to test my ability to take a monster-sized dick.

He sucks his thumb again, pressing it back to my clit, and that’s all it takes.

I start slamming down on him, and eventually, he begins thrusting up to meet me as he slowly loses control.

He grips my hips hard, forcing me down, his eyes transfixed on where our bodies meet.

Fuck. That’s hot. I feel his movements grow frantic, and then he slams me down hard and comes, calling out my name.

The telltale jerk of his cock inside me sets my own release off, and I scream alongside him as I come, wishing I could stay here in this moment forever.

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