Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
“I should feed you,” Stratton said, kissing me before gently easing out of me.
I shivered at the loss of him.
He grinned. “Don’t worry, gremlin. More of that later.”
Turning, he went to the bathroom to deal with the condom. He tied it off and dropped it into the trash can.
“Actually, before we eat. You wanna shower?” he asked.
“A shower would be nice. I still have hairspray and gunk in my hair.”
He turned on the shower, putting his hand underneath the water to ensure the temperature was just right.
“Come on, gremlin. Let me wash your hair.”
I climbed off the bed and went into the tiny bathroom, closing the door behind me. Steam quickly enveloped the space.
Stratton patted my behind.
“You get in first. I’ll grab a clean towel for you.”
I sidled past him, our bodies brushing against one another. Before I could climb into the shower, he grasped the back of my neck and pulled me to him for a drugging kiss.
He released me and I almost collapsed.
“You going to be okay in there? I don’t want you to fall down,” he quipped.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“You’re weak for me, hmm?”
“Stratton?”
“Yeah?”
“Hush.”
I climbed into the shower, his amused chuckle warming my insides. I adjusted the temperature, making it even hotter and then I grabbed the soap.
The door to the bathroom opened and Stratton returned. A moment later, the shower curtain parted and he got in with me.
He was large and took up most of the space.
We watched each other as I slowly soaped my body.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I said, my voice raspy with want.
“What’s that?”
“You can wash my hair, but I get to wash all of you.”
His blue eyes darkened. “That’s a pretty good fucking deal.”
I grinned and I held up my soapy hands. I put them to his chest and began to wash in circles. His pecs, his biceps, his shoulders.
Then I went southward, down his belly and hips, straight to his thighs, purposely avoiding the part of him that was most eager for my touch.
He growled when I crouched so that I could wash his lower legs.
“Turn,” I commanded.
He clenched his fist but did as I bid.
I lathered up some more and then dragged my fingers up the back of his legs and thighs. And then I couldn’t help myself. I bit the meaty part of his backside.
He laughed.
I held on to him while I stood, mindful of the slippery tub. When I saw his back, I gasped.
“What?” Stratton looked at me over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Your back!”
I gently washed the crescent gouges on his shoulder blades.
“I told you to draw blood,” he said with a smirk. “I like that you know how to take directions.”
My eyes lifted to his. “I’m good at following directions.”
“Yeah?”
“Give me one. And watch how well I follow it.”
With a lusty grin he turned his body so he could face me. “You missed a spot.”
His hand guided mine to his erection.
I curled my soapy fingers around him and slowly began to pump him.
“Good so far,” he croaked, his head bent so that his mouth was close to my ear. “But you can be a little rougher.”
“I can?”
He nodded.
I clenched and unclenched my hand, sliding my grasp almost all the way to his crown.
Stratton shuddered. His hand splayed my hip, pulling me toward him.
“Kiss me,” he commanded.
I gave him my mouth.
He gave me his tongue.
We were slippery and soapy and the heat of the water inflamed my fever for him.
He pulled back and brushed a kiss to the apple of my cheek and then his hand covered mine. I slowly pleasured him as he held onto my hand, but I didn’t want him to finish that way.
I released him, forcing him to stop, too.
He frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Turns out I can’t really follow directions.” I grinned wickedly and sank to my knees.
I teased the crown of his shaft with my lips.
And then he surged between them, hitting the back of my throat.
I choked, but his groan of pleasure told me he liked that.
I liked that too.
His thighs became my anchors. The hot water beat against my back.
I lapped and sucked him, wanting him to lose control. Wanting him to give me every drop of him.
My nails gouged into his skin as he thrust and thrust into my eager, waiting mouth.
His fingers plowed into my hair as he used me for his own pleasure.
I loved every minute of it.
He owned me. Possessed me. And even though I was on my knees, I was the one making him fall apart.
His release was warm and salty in my mouth, and I refused to let any of it go to waste.
When he stilled, I gently eased back and then kissed the tip. I grinned up at him.
He was looking down at me. Awe was written across his face.
Stratton cradled my cheek in his hand. “Thank you.”
I turned my head and pressed a kiss to his palm. “You’re welcome.”
He helped me stand and then he pulled me flush against him. He was still slippery with soap and I gently urged him to turn so he could have the water.
My stomach rumbled, causing him to laugh.
I pulled back to look at him, grinning like an idiot. “Guess you didn’t satisfy me completely.”
He squeezed my butt cheeks. “Night’s not over, gremlin. Night’s not over.”