Chapter 33 #2
His mouth met mine once more without even a moment’s hesitation at the fact I’d just had his cock halfway down my throat, and his strong hands grasped the backs of my thighs to hoist me up and push me against the shower wall.
In between deep, drugging kisses, he reached down and lined us up, then slid his cock home like we were simply two halves of a split whole.
A low moan rolled out of me with his thrust, my body tensing at the sudden intrusion despite how hot and wet I already was.
Minnie was blessed in the dick department, and I doubted it would ever be a comfortable first entry, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sort of pain.
Quite the opposite, it was the kind of burn that could become addictive.
“Oh my God, Chicken,” Minnie moaned, kissing my throat as he started to fuck me against the wall, his hips rocking between my thighs like he was no longer controlling his own actions. Like he had given control fully over to his desires. “Fuck, you feel incredible. So tight and wet.”
I laughed, burying my fingers in his hair as I lifted my hips to meet each thrust. “We’re in a shower, Min. Everything’s wet.”
“Don’t make me carry you out of here just to prove my point,” he threatened with a level of breathlessness that made me weak. “I might accidentally throw you down on the wrong bed, and then Ace will be smelling the sweet scent of this incredible pussy when he next sleeps.”
Fuck, why did that idea excite me so much? I needed therapy.
“We should shower together more often,” I suggested, an edge of endorphin delirium kicking in.
After the thrill of my skydive with Ace and the fright of Minho appearing in my shower and now the way he was filling me with his dick?
Yeah, I’d kissed my better judgment firmly goodbye. “To save water or some shit.”
Minho chuckled, then claimed my lips in another soul--destroying kiss while fucking me harder.
Faster. I was teetering on the brink, so I dropped a hand from his hair and slipped it between us, trailing my nails down his defined abs until I reached the point where our bodies joined.
He groaned against my kiss as I teased the base of his shaft with my nails, then gasped in pleasure when I slid a finger against my clit.
“So hot,” he whispered, leaning backward so he could watch as I rubbed myself into climax while he fucked me deeper, pausing with each inward thrust like he was savoring the sensation of being completely sheathed.
Or maybe he was just memorizing the visual, with how intensely he watched as my orgasm crested and my body locked up tight around him.
Then his lashes fluttered and his own jaw clenched with the telltale sign he was about to join me in release.
Sure enough, before I even finished my climax, his core flexed and his hips slammed forward, filling my cunt with his full length as he came deep inside with a satisfied groan.
“Incredible,” he whispered, panting as he gently lowered my feet back to the floor.
My legs shook so hard that I needed to cling to him for balance, but he wasn’t complaining as he wrapped me up in a tight hug, holding me close and kissing my hair.
“Fucking incredible. I can’t get over how lucky I am to have you, Noah. ”
Emotions choked me up and I struggled to find the appropriate words to respond, so I just hugged him back with my face squished against his hard chest until I felt like I could safely stand without falling over.
“Sorry I interrupted you while you were washing your hair,” he commented with a little chuckle. “I’ll finish it for you.”
I could safely say that in the four years I’d dated Rich, he had never offered to wash my hair after sex. He’d never even offered to get me a washcloth, let alone wash my whole body and lovingly massage my head while applying conditioner.
It was a lot to swallow. Not the caring that Min showed—-I loved that part—-but realizing how badly Rich had treated me by denying those little intimacies.
“I don’t know why we haven’t taken advantage of this new room arrangement sooner,” I said as we got out of the shower probably half an hour later.
My music was still playing on the bathroom speakers, but if anyone had been in the bedroom, I was pretty confident they’d have heard us. We were far from quiet.
Minho grinned as he towel--dried his hair, then tossed it aside to put his hands back on my waist. “I know I’ve said it before,” he murmured while spinning me around to face the mirror.
It was heated, so didn’t fog up with the shower steam, which meant my very naked, very female body was on display.
“But I’ll say it again. When I thought you were a dude, you were so damn pretty it was unbelievable.
But as a woman…” His hand slid upward to cup one of my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipple between them and making me moan.
Fuck if I wasn’t wet and throbbing again already, but who could blame me?
“Mmm?” I prompted when he didn’t continue, seemingly lost in our reflection. His other hand shifted from my hip down to my cunt, and he inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped inside so easily.
“As a woman,” he finally continued in a breathless whisper, his lips against my neck and his dick hard against my back. “You’re utterly divine. All I want to do is worship you…”
“With your dick?” I teased, arching my back and looking up at him. “Again, before we have to pretend to be nothing more than platonic friends for the sake of the team?”
He drew a shaking breath, his fingers thrusting up deeper into me like he was imagining it to be his cock instead. “I mean…I’d regret it if I didn’t. Wouldn’t you?”
“Uh--huh,” I managed to whimper as he bent me forward over the vanity, positioning my hands against the mirror for balance as I rose up on my tiptoes. The height difference between us was enough that I needed to, and even then he had to bend his knees just to line up and thrust into me from behind.
The playlist must have reached the end because the music died out, and for several moments the only sounds filling the bathroom were from our heavy breathing and strung--out moans while Minho diligently hit my G--spot with his godlike cock until I was shaking and whining.
When I came, I blacked out a little. Rich had never made me come that hard. Ever.
Minnie gasped, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked into me with desperate motions, then stilled deep inside as he climaxed again.
“Fuck, Noah,” he whispered, his voice hoarse as he met my gaze in the mirror.
His hands flexed on my hips, then shifted down to my ass cheeks to squeeze them tightly.
His cock was still fully sheathed inside my cunt, and I watched as he admired the view for a moment.
“This ass… How the hell have you been hiding this perfect, lush ass all this time? I’m never going to be the same again, knowing what you’re smuggling under those cargos. ”
I grinned, deliriously fuck drunk. “Good. I want you thinking about it,” I admitted, still breathless myself. “I want you perpetually hard when you can’t touch me, then when we’re alone…”
He barked a laugh, raking a hand through his wet hair. “Oh, you’re on, Chicken. You’re so fucking on.” Then he smacked my ass to seal the deal, and I involuntarily clenched around his cock, which was still buried inside me, and he was the one who moaned this time.