Chapter Nineteen #2
I strip off my shirt, then my pants, palming myself as I watch her.
I’m hard already. My boxers come off next, and then I grip myself, one pump, two.
Goddamn, I’m not going to last. Her hands rub the suds over her breasts, pinching her hardened nipple swiftly before moving on.
A trail of bubbles slides down her taut stomach, and she squeezes the loofah onto her chest. My balls tighten, and I can barely breathe.
It feels so wrong. I know she knows I’m here.
But watching her like this, there’s something so unseemly about it.
This is the first time I’ve seen her fully naked.
The first time was fast, rough, too quick to get fully undressed.
But now, this opportunity she’s given me to just stand and watch as her hand slips down her stomach and between her legs.
She’s touching herself.
The she-devil is in full force because she dips a finger inside herself, her other hand pinching her nipple as she leans her shoulders against the wall.
I choose the subtle approach this time, slipping inside the steam-filled room, the wet air clinging to my skin. I can’t keep my hand off my dick now, not for a million dollars could I stop myself whilst she gives me this view. This perfect, perfect view of her body.
Her eyes are closed, but I’m sure she knows I’m here. She’s just pretending she doesn’t. I pull open the door; the whoosh of the slide has her eyes opening, wide and frightened. She moves from her pussy to stop me, but I grab her wrist before she can press into my chest.
“What are you doing in here?” she asks shakily, despite pushing her hips toward me.
I say nothing, pulling her fingers into my mouth and sucking her arousal from her, making sure to swipe my tongue between them.
Her hooded eyes watch me cautiously, and a thick swallow bobs down her throat.
“You can’t do that. You can’t be in here,” she whispers.
I pinch my fingers around her neck, squeezing and testing the waters. A small gasp escapes her, and she starts to claw at my chest. My nose rubs against her neck, and I inhale deeply before biting down on her earlobe.
“Yes . . .” she whimpers, her left leg hooking around my waist. Gripping her hip, I lift her so her back is flush against the old tiles, the head of my cock lined up against her pussy, my fingers squeezing the soft flesh around her hips.
She’s supposed to be scared, but within twenty seconds, she’s willingly giving herself over to me.
I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want her.
She’s consuming, grinding her little pussy against my pulsing cock like she’s desperate for it.
Not scared, not frightened. She wants the bad man to catch her.
She wants to put on a little performance for a stalker and then let him fuck her.
I slide into her soaked cunt, bottoming out as her head lolls back against the tile.
Her eyes closed, she crosses her ankles, binding herself against me.
And then I start to thrust. Gyrating, rough and unrelenting, as she squirms in my arms. My thighs are burning, my arms tensing as I pound into her.
Every workout, every training exercise I’ve done with the army, it’s all been for this.
So I can hold her up and fuck her for as long as she needs to come.
For as long as she needs to fulfill this fantasy she has of being watched, owned, possessed.
“You’re meant to be scared, princess. Remember?”
“Shut up, don’t stop. And don’t tell me what to do.”
“You’re gonna come for me, Katie? Bet you never thought you’d put on a little show for me so I can stroke my cock whilst you fingered yourself, did you?”
“Stop. Goddamn. Talking,” she groans, her head falling forward so she can bite on my neck. A sick part of me hopes it leaves a mark just so I can tattoo the imprint of her teeth on my skin.
“Your mouth is saying one thing, but your soaked cunt is saying something else. She likes it when I talk dirty to you. What would Katie from last month say if she knew what you were doing with me right now? She'd be disgusted.”
“Stop . . .”
“She wouldn’t believe you’d stoop so low to let Jacob Jones fuck you hard in your own shower.”
Her pussy pulses, and I shift my leg so I’m resting my foot on the wooden bench, almost seating her on my lap. With one hand, I use my thumb to press down between us, finding her swollen clit easily, rubbing it round and round.
“Last time was a one-off—you’re never gonna get me off again,” she lies weakly. There’s no power behind her words. No truth.
“You’re a dirty liar, Katie. I know you—”
“You think because you’ve slept around that you can get a woman off—”
“I can get you off, princess.” She pulses again, grinding harder now as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. I take the opportunity to pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and she bucks like a bull at a rodeo.
“Yes, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Say my name, princess. Say my name and I won't stop for a second.”
She grunts against my neck, fighting the impulse to defy me like she has the last eight years since I got back from Afghanistan.
“Say it.”
“No.”
I pull my hand away, chasing my own orgasm instead of focusing on her. I’m so close, the base of my spine tingles, my balls are full, hard, ready to spill into her.
She groans against my neck. “Fine. Please touch me again.”
“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg, baby. But you’re missing a key element here. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me what I need to hear.”
“Jonesy,” she breathes. “Touch me, Jonesy.”
Jesus, I need to slow my thrusts.
I slip my hand back down between us, pressing hard on her clit, and within seconds she’s writhing.
Nails embedding themselves in my shoulders, a hard bite against my neck that I’ll have to explain to my superior officer on Monday, a rumbling moan of my name whimpering against my skin like a prayer.
Her body stiffens in my arms as I thrust into her, my own climax hitting me like a shot to the chest.
She’s everything. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
She takes what she needs, doesn’t give in easily, but when she does .
. . God, it’s like I’ve earned it. Like I’ve earned her.
I set her down, her legs unhooking from my waist, but I keep my hands on her so she can catch her breath.
My chest is warm, my breathing labored, and I crush my mouth to hers.
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Despite my nakedness, I pretend to pull a cigarette from my shirt pocket, place it in my mouth, cupping the end as I use a pretend lighter.
My eyes roll back as I take a drag, and I blow out the non-existent smoke.
Katie laughs, leans forward, and uses two fingers to remove said cigarette from my mouth before taking a long drag herself, blowing out air onto my lips.
Her little pout is so sexy, even as she’s pretending to smoke, hair all mussed.
With sheets perfectly placed around her delectable curves, she sighs, her head resting against my thigh, her red hair fanned out and tickling my legs.
I know she’s not going to ask, so I do it for her.
“I want to keep doing this.”
“Jonesy . . .” she sighs.
“You need it.”
Her head lifts, and an eyebrow arches as if she’s ready to blow.
“Respectfully, I can help you. You want this, you trust me, whether you like me or not. Our chemistry is explosive. And you can use this next statement against me whenever you want, but you’re the best I’ve ever had. This is the best I’ve ever had.”
“The best?”
“Hands down. You’re not breakable. You give as good as you get, and I’ve got the bite marks to prove it. You’re vicious, selfish, take exactly what you need, unapologetically. And honestly, I didn’t realize how hot that is.”
She settles back into my lap, my cock stirring at the proximity.
“It is good, I’ll admit.”
I grab her, pulling her body against me so my chest is warming her back, her perfect, round ass nestling my growing cock.
Whispering in her ear, I keep my voice low and gravelly. “It’s more than good, princess. Admit it.”
“Never.” She smirks.
I slip my fingers down her stomach, using my other hand to pinch her nipple as I slide through her soaked pussy. I rub her clit with my fingers, and she lifts her knees to dig her heels into the mattress.
“Tell me we’re going to keep doing this, or I’ll stop.”
“No.”
I stop moving my fingers, instead pinching her ribs until she squirms, a loud cackle threatening to burst my eardrum.
“You don’t have to fight me on absolutely everything, you know.”
She stops for a moment, her smile faltering. She looks away and mutters, “I don’t want to get used to it.”
And therein lies the problem. Katie doesn’t trust that I’m not going to run away again like I did when we kissed in college.
She thinks I’m still a dumb kid, and to be fair to her, I wasn’t even a kid; I was twenty-six.
I should have known better. I should have told her what was going on in my head.
I shouldn’t have ghosted her whilst I was overseas and then come home expecting her to be waiting.
But it’s been eight years, and I’ve been punished enough. Hell, Katie’s been punished enough. She deserves to be happy. She deserves to be cared for, worshipped. Worshipped in the way she needs.
I flip her so she’s on her back, bottoming out as she gasps deliciously against my lips.
“Get used to it, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”