Chapter Fifteen
Olivia
H ayes leads us into the bathroom and turns the shower on quickly.
I am pretty sure I’m still riding the high from the explosion that just took over my body because I do not resist when he lifts my arms and pulls my shirt off over my head.
“Stand under the shower head.” he orders me, and I do as I am told.
“What about you?” I ask him, walking under the shower letting it run over the top of my hair, wetting my hair and my body.
“I’m not the one that needs cleaning up.” he smiles at me.
“Sure, looks like you still have a problem,” I say, eyeing his tight sweatpants.
He groans. “I’ll take care of it once you go to bed.” he assures me.
“Or I can take care of it for you.” I grin.
He eyes me with a look of a man struggling with what he wants to do and what he should do. “No, I have already crossed a line tonight.” he says coldly.
I pout. “But that’s not fair. You shouldn’t have to do it on your own when you have my mouth to do it for you.”
Marcus better be proud of me for stepping out of my comfort zone here.
His Adam apple rises and falls. “Get on your knees. Hands at your sides.”
My thighs clench again, the throbbing in between them intensifies with his demanding tone but I do as I am told.
Our eyes lock as he slides his shirt over his head and slides out of his grey sweatpants with ease. Grabbing the waistband of his boxers, I take an extended exhale watching his shaft spring out of their hold.
“I think this is where I die,” I say nervously.
He chuckles darkly. “You will regret this in a few minutes.”
Hayes steps over in front of me into the shower, his shaft basically in my face eyeing me as the tip gets wetter by the minute.
“What is that coming out of it?” I ask na?vely.
He grins. “My pre cum. You’ll be swallowing it shortly. Open your mouth. I’ll handle the rest.”
Without arguing, I open wide, unsure if I am doing it right and he steps into me, sliding a small amount in at first.
My doubt takes over; I am not sure I can do this.
“Relax, Olivia. I’ll go easy. You can use your tongue to stroke it as it goes in.” His voice goes hoarse the moment my tongue runs along the side of his cock. “Yes, baby. Like that.”
The throb in between my thighs becomes more intense at the praises he gives me.
“Just like that, baby,” he praises while easing himself further back. “Oh, so good. You are doing amazing, beautiful girl.” he growls out and I think I may pass out from the dizziness I’m feeling from it all.
I want to reach down and play with myself.
“Play with yourself,” Hayes instructs me. “I know you want to.”
I move my hand in between my thighs and gag as his cock hits the back of my throat, “Choke on me. Take it all,” he instructs with his eyes watching me. I hum back at him in acceptance and his hands go to my head, “That a girl. Good girl.”
I insert my fingers into myself and move them in and out as he moves his dick in and out of my mouth. It stings at first, the burn from before setting in, before pleasure takes over.
We are both moaning and breathing erotically when, without warning, I feel something sweet and salty hit the back of my throat.
Then, my own orgasm rips through me as before and I almost collapse into him as he pulls out of my mouth.
This high I am on feels like I am flying through the air but standing still all at the same time.
Picking me up off my knees, Hayes grabs a washcloth hanging on a rod by the shower and wets it before lathering it with soap.
He moves to where my hands were just on myself, and he continues cleaning me up tenderly and gently.
“May I?” I ask him once he is done and he is hesitant at first but then hands me the washcloth, allowing me to wash him.
By now it should be at least three in the morning and my body is exhausted – in the best way.