Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ETHAN
Chloe doesn’t close the shower door. She steps right into the stream of water, her back to me as she bends to peel her wetsuit off her legs. My eyes soak in one of the greatest views I’ve seen: her amazing behind in a stringy yellow bikini.
What on earth did I do in my life to deserve this?
My dick makes an insistent press against my zipper as Chloe turns back around to face me, brushing her fingers through her hair. It’s her eyes that get me most of all—soft, inviting, and locked on mine.
“You coming or not?” she asks.
“I’ll get there.”
She must get my meaning because she smiles, her tongue playing with that sexy gap in her teeth.
She has no idea how badly I want to stride right up to her and bring my mouth to the rivulets of water snaking down her cleavage, but I hold back.
“Go on,” I say, folding my arms. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”
Chloe’s eyes gleam as she reaches around her back and tugs at the strings of her bikini top. The fabric drops to the floor with a wet clap, and my eyes blaze with heat as I take in the sight of her full, swollen tits and tight, puckered nipples.
My mouth waters, but my bare feet stay rooted to the sand. “Touch yourself.”
Chloe swallows tightly, then brings her palms to her breasts. She cups and squeezes, rolling her nipples between her fingers.
It’s fucking agony not to take over what she’s doing, but at the same time, I’ve never been so spellbound.
Chloe’s tits drop as she reaches for a bottle of body wash in the shower caddy, turning it upside down until it spurts into her hand.
My teeth dig into my bottom lip as she smears a sheen of soap over her chest, washing every curve and peak.
My gaze drifts south, landing on the little triangle of yellow caught between her sun-kissed thighs. My eyes return to hers. “Take those off,” I say throatily.
Chloe slips her fingers into the sides of her bikini bottoms and pushes them down.
I rock back a touch on my feet, my mouth watering.
When she lets one leg fall open to the side, the last remaining thread of my self-control snaps in two.
I tug off my shirt and pace right up to her, warm water splashing over my jeans and chest. Her head tilts back as she gazes up at me, her chest rising and falling.
I want to touch her everywhere, but I begin by cradling her jaw, giving her that firm grip I know she likes. Then I tug her mouth forward.
Chloe moans as our lips collide, our tongues catching and sliding together.
Her palms land on my shoulders, pulling me closer until her soaked chest rubs against mine in the soapy water.
Her fingers dig into the muscles in my back as we kiss with a deep, wet, frantic hunger, becoming lost in each other.
“Look at you.” My gaze spills down her soaked body. “Are you dripping for me everywhere?”
Chloe’s eyes turn heavy as she nods in my grasp, and I kiss her again, sucking and nibbling at her full lips.
“Don’t move,” I command, bending to bring my starved mouth to her breasts.
“Ethan,” Chloe gasps, her fingernails biting into my shoulders as I drag my tongue over her nipples while squeezing her soft mounds.
My rock-hard dick needs to be set free, so I reach down to unbutton my jeans.
Chloe lets out a raspy sound, pushing my wet jeans and boxer briefs down my legs.
When they thud against the floor, she wraps her hand around me, stroking up and down.
A groan rattles from my throat, but I don’t want to come yet, so I grab her wrist and turn her around, my chest smacking against her back.
“Spread yourself open so I can see you.”
Chloe steps her feet apart, and I sink to my knees behind her, taking her fucking delicious ass in my hands. Chloe gasps into her forearm resting against the wall as I glide my thumb and fingers between her thighs, feeling her wetness within the trickles of water.
I’m worried I’m moving too fast, but Chloe doesn’t stop me. Her sighs only call for more. I guide her back around to face me and press my palm to her inner thigh, propping her leg onto the wooden bench built into the side of the stall.
A moan wells up in her throat as I set my mouth on her, sucking and swirling my tongue over her clit. I groan against her intoxicating taste, shifting on my knees to get more comfortable because I could honestly spend the rest of my life doing this.
I tell her what I’m thinking: how fucking good she tastes… how soaked and wet she is… how much I want all of her. Chloe’s hands tug at my hair as I lick and devour her, until she grips me tightly and lets out a long, broken sound of pleasure, her whole body shuddering against my mouth.
Murmuring a satisfied sound, I climb back to my feet, and Chloe’s lips slam against mine. She kisses the breath out of me, our tongues twisting and her hand gripping my cock while my fingers sink into her.
We fuck each other with our hands, swallowing each other’s groans until I’m so close to coming that I have to pull away.
After catching my breath, I say, “I don’t know how I ever resisted this. Resisted you.”
Chloe’s lips curve up. “Does this mean you’re happy you gave in?” Her gaze snags on where my hand is moving.
Happy? “You have no fucking idea.” I take her fingers and wrap them around my thick cock again, covering her hand with mine. We slide our entwined fingers up and down, and it feels so damn good that my knees almost buckle beneath me.
“You want to see what I look like inside you?” I ask.
Chloe lets out a fervent, “Yes.”
It takes all the willpower I have to say, “I need to get a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
I groan as she squeezes me and brushes her thumb over my tip.
I gently pull her hand off me and kick her thighs apart with my knees.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur, swiping my thumb through her soft wetness, considering dropping back to my knees so I can bury my face in her again.
But my dick is about ready to burst, so I guide it to her entrance and punch my hips forward, pushing deep inside her.
A moan escapes Chloe’s mouth as I hiss through my teeth, drawing out and pushing forward again.
I hook my elbow under her thigh, keeping her leg hiked up high as I drive into her once more.
Chloe’s arms slump around my shoulders, our ragged breaths mingling with sounds of pleasure as I slam into her, over and over, every thrust a wet smack.
“I love the sounds you make,” I say into her neck, and I’m not just talking about her moans.
Chloe brings her lips to mine. “You feel so good,” she murmurs against my mouth, and we wind our tongues back together, kissing under the stream of water.
My hands slide down her arms, gripping her elbows as I gaze into her hooded eyes. “Turn around so I can fuck you against that wall.” I lift my chin at the side of the stall.
Chloe inhales sharply and slides off me. She turns around, flattening her palms against the wooden panels. And there it is again—my new favorite view. I step up close and smack my hand down on her ass, loving the needy sounds it wrings from her throat as I stroke and squeeze her cheeks.
Instead of pushing back onto her, I stand right where I am. “Get on my dick, Chloe.”
With a sharp inhale, she shifts back against me, and I grip her hips and shove forward, burying myself inside her.
“Touch yourself,” I say.
Chloe reaches to clasp her tits, her head falling back against my chest. Her other hand glides down to her thighs, her fingers finding the spot she wants.
“That’s it,” I encourage, watching over her shoulder. “Make that pretty pussy come.”
A few more strokes, and she falls apart against me. When her spasms of pleasure subside, I bring her hand to my mouth and close my lips around her fingers, tasting as much of her as I can. Letting go, I return my grip to her hips, thrusting her hard against the wall.
“You take me so well,” I rasp against Chloe’s ear, and every moan that rattles out of her pushes me to keep going.
Time begins to slow, stop, speed up, then disappear altogether until I can’t take it anymore. My face falls into Chloe’s neck as I pull out of her, hot liquid pleasure spilling over and washing down her glistening skin.
When I come out of the dizzying spell, Chloe’s hand is clutching my face, her lips kissing mine.