Chapter 35 Roderick #2
Earlier, the sight of her covered in blood almost put me over the edge, but that’s not the case this time.
No, this time, I’m tempted to smear it into her skin.
I watch the drop of blood as it travels down her stomach, only stopping once it soaks into the edge of her shorts, shorts which are actually underwear.
No wonder they’re damn near nonexistent.
I choke back the urge to tell her she shouldn’t be walking around in something like that because I know she’s probably done far worse. I don’t want her to feel like she can’t be comfortable here. If she wanted to walk around fucking naked, I’d make sure she was safe to do so.
I drop my hand back to her ass, squeezing for good measure as I take her weight off the wall. Walking us to the door and into the shower.
Honestly, I’d forgotten the shower was even on until I’d seen the blood on her skin. As much as I might not mind my blood on her, the idea of her wet in my shower is much more appealing right now.
“Fucking hell, Rick!” Jade shrieks as she scrambles out of my arms to get her feet on the floor and away from the water I’d started walking us into.
“If this is how you like to shower, I might have to rethink this,” she says, thinking for a moment before she shakes her head.
“Or, at the very least, we might have to move this to the bedroom instead,” she amends, her hands on her hips while she looks at me as if I’m out of my mind.
“What?” I ask, not understanding what caused her sudden change in mood.
“Don’t what me. That water is colder than the Arctic!” she hisses, and I notice a slight chatter of her teeth.
Understanding dawns on me all at once, and I chuckle. “Sorry, Firefly. When I set the shower, it was meant to be a distraction.” I explain, reaching for the knobs to change it. “Somehow, I ended up getting distracted from the distraction, though.” I say, winking over my shoulder at her.
She gives me a flat look that lets me know she’s not impressed, nor does she forgive me for subjecting her to that. I adjust the knob and step back to give it a second to warm up.
Tiny hands on my back have another idea, though, and before I can do anything about it, I’m standing under the still freezing cold water. It might be warming by the second, but it’s nowhere near warm enough, and while Jade laughs, I reach out, snagging her wrist and pulling her in with me.
She yelps at the chill, but I quickly cut it off, pressing my lips to hers.
This time there's zero hesitation as she melts into me. I walk her backward into the shower wall. Her hand runs down my chest, over my stomach, stopping at the edge of my now soaked boxers, her fingers tugging them slightly lower. I hadn’t even thought of taking them off before I brought us in here, but it’s all I can seem to think about now.
Her hand remains there, unmoving, and I growl, the sound rumbling in my chest, when she looks up at me with mischief dancing in her eyes.
Her skin is warm against mine, her fingers slightly calloused from training, but they feel fantastic as she pushes them lower, until she’s finally right where I want her.
I can’t help but thrust forward into her hand as she grips my cock and I groan into her mouth.
I can feel her lips tip up into a smile against my own, and I know she appreciates my lack of self-control.
I mirror her movements, trailing my hands down her body until I reach her underwear, but instead of slipping into them as she did, I gather the fabric in both of my hands and rip it right down the middle.
The scraps fall to the floor, far louder than they should be for how little fabric they are, regardless if they're soaking wet or not.
“I liked those!” Jade grumbles, looking shocked and annoyed, but her hand doesn't release me, and as her grip on me tightens, I can’t bring myself to regret my decision.
“I’ll buy you as many pairs as you want, but I can promise if we keep doing this,” I wave my finger back and forth between us in a show of what we're doing right now. “That won’t be the last time it happens.” I lean down, planting both of my hands on her thighs, letting my fingers slowly trail up her wet skin.
“If you want to save them, I suggest you don’t wear them around me.
” I whisper in her ear right as the fingers that aren’t possibly filled with glass reach the top of her thigh before I let them trail toward her core.
For once, she remains silent as I ghost my fingers over her pussy. It’s just enough for me to know how wet she is, but not enough for her to get any kind of friction. She attempts to press her legs together, and I give her a swift swat to her thigh.
“None of that.” She glares at me but after a moment's hesitation, she opens for me again. This time I let my finger linger on her clit, just long enough to apply pressure, but not long enough for her to get anything from it.
Her back is against the wall, and while she stands naked and dripping wet, she should look vulnerable, but she doesn’t. If anything, she looks fiercer as she holds her head high, gazing up at me without flinching away.
Most people can’t hold my stare for long without being so fully on display. Then again, Jade isn’t like most people; hell, she’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
I watch her closely. I can almost see her need to push back, to sass me, but she manages to swallow it down.
Instead, she does as I ask. The moment her hands hit the wall, I kick her legs wider.
Stepping between them, I let her feel me pressed up against her.
I press my hand to the center of her back, and she lets her hands slip down the wall as she bends at the waist.
She’s a fucking sight like this, and I know she can feel the way my dick twitches as I track every curve of her body with my eyes. Leaning over her, I brace one of my hands on the wall above her, trailing my other hand down her side, over her hip, before pressing a finger to her clit.
I rub her sensitive bundle of nerves in small tight circles, and feel her body tense, even with just the smallest bit of stimulation.
“Don’t move your hands from the wall, Firefly.
If you do, you might fall over, and once I’m inside of you, I won't be stopping,” I whisper the words against her neck before I drag my tongue along the lobe of her ear.
I pull myself away from her all at once and smile when she huffs at me.
Yet she still says nothing.
I’m not sure whether that’s exciting or disappointing.
I grip a handful of her glorious ass, squeezing, and, fuck me, it’s better than I thought. Zan wasn’t wrong when he called me out for looking at her ass, but it’s too nice to ignore. I’ve tried.
Thoughts of burying myself in her ass fill my head, but that’s not for now.
Shit, she might never want this, me, again, but if she does, we can always visit that fantasy later.
For now, she’s wet and waiting in front of me, and by some strange stroke of luck, she’s willing to bend to my terms, and that’s something I can’t be ungrateful for.
Grabbing hold of my cock, I press it to her clit before I pull back, letting it slide through her folds to rest against her entrance, giving her one last chance to walk away.
A silent check-in.
Apparently, that’s Jade’s last straw, though.
I watch her push off the wall, moving her weight from her palms to press up on her fingers.
I don’t have enough time to do anything before I’m sliding into her.
The sound of our wet skin slapping together as she takes me all the way, in one swift motion, has me gripping her ass hard enough that I’ll probably leave a mark.
“Fuck, Firefly,” I curse, struggling to control myself. I know I need to loosen my grip, but the self-control I usually have a firm hold on is slipping. It’s almost as if my body has a mind of its own.
I feel her shake with laughter; the sound echoing around the small space as she turns her head to look over her shoulder at me.
Her hair hangs around her, dripping wet, and her eyes shine with mischief.
My fingers flex at the sight of her. Jade is already a force, from her looks to her attitude.
I’m powerless against her. The darkness I keep inside wants nothing more than to come out and play with hers.
“Sorry, Ricky, I thought maybe you needed a little help,” she says, but the smirk on her lips tells me she knows that's bullshit.
My fingers flex, doing the opposite of what I should as I grip her harder, and her eyes flick closed for a moment as she pants and moans.
Jesus-fucking-christ.
Not only does Jade understand my fucked-up darkness that I attempt to bury, I think she fucking likes it.
I pull back almost all the way out before I snap my hips forward again.
The water that coats us makes the movement almost sting with each harsh thrust, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Folding myself around her, I palm one of her breasts, catching her nipple between my fingers to flick and tease while my other hand continues to grip her ass.
Keeping her in place as I continue to drive into her with sharp thrusts that threaten to press her forward into the wall should her arms give out.
It doesn’t take long before her whimpers and moans fill the room, much like the steam of the water.
I don’t usually get off on the sounds girls make.
One too many porn sites made me feel as if they're rehearsed and over-exaggerated. No matter what you do to a girl, they always sound the same. But somehow, the sounds Jade makes are only driving me to move faster and fuck her harder, as if she’s encouraging my roughness.
“See what you did? See what you do to me?” I bark as I fuck into her, pulling those dangerous sounds from her usually sharp mouth.