Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CAITLIN
Before I can even react to the melt-my-brain hotness of Drew sucking his cum literally off my tongue and swallowing it, he grips my hips, spinning me around and pushing me face first against the wall.
The cool tile combined with the heat of him behind me, his cock already hard again and pressing against my ass like he didn’t just come two minutes ago, has me right on the edge even though he’s barely even touched me.
“So fucking hot, having you at my mercy,” he rasps, lacing his fingers with mine and bringing our joined hands up to press against the tile on either side of my head, his mouth blazing a hot, wet trail down my neck and back up again.
“On your knees for me, your mouth full of my cock, gagging on me with those gorgeous eyes streaming while you took everything I gave you.”
“At your mercy?” I say with a breathy laugh as his lips and tongue do insane things to the spot behind my ear that have arousal pulsing between my legs.
“I don’t fucking think so. You moaned. You whimpered.
I may have been on my knees, but if anyone was at anyone’s mercy it was you, Pretty Boy.
All it took was two minutes of your cock in my mouth and you were a goddamn puddle for me.
” I rock my hips back so his cock slides between my ass cheeks and chuckle as he whimpers again.
“See?” I say, turning my head to kiss his jaw.
“Just.” I kiss one corner of his mouth. “Like.” The other corner.
“That.” Taking his lips, I tease them open and plunge my tongue into his mouth, fucking it just like he fucked mine with his cock, and I have literally no idea who I even am right now but god, this is so much fucking fun. And hot. So freaking hot.
“You are my literal dream girl,” Drew mutters, dropping his hands down to lock around my hips and pull my ass back to grind against his cock. “The hottest, most perfect woman in the entire goddamn world. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
Before I can respond, Drew lifts me like I weigh absolutely nothing, taking a couple steps backwards to sit on the wide bench on the far side of the shower and settling me right in his lap, my back plastered to his chest and my legs draped over his thighs.
“I want to feel you,” he murmurs, sliding a hand up my leg to tease the crease of my thigh.
“I want to feel how wet this gorgeous cunt is. I bet it’s dripping for me, all from having my cock down your throat. ”
He dips between my legs, running a finger through my slit, teasing my entrance with a groan.
“I knew it,” he mutters. “Fucking soaked. Totally perfect. Can’t wait to feel this pussy squeeze me.
” Drew circles my clit with his thumb as his other hand comes up to tease my nipple, plucking and rolling it and dragging his mouth up the column of my throat until I’m gasping and rocking my hips forward to chase his finger in the brief moments when he pulls it away.
“Holy shit that feels good,” I mumble, dropping my head back on his shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” Drew murmurs, slowly sliding his middle finger inside me and rolling his thumb over my clit in slow circles.
“Fucking never. I’m not stopping until you’re gushing all over my hand, and the second you do, I’m going to lift you up and slide inside you so I can feel your cunt squeeze my cock and then you’re gonna come again just like that. ”
Drew curls his finger, rubbing in the perfect spot as he tweaks my nipple, and I arch back against him, a low moan rolling out of me.
“Fuck you’re perfect.” Drew latches his mouth onto my neck, flicking my clit and my nipple at the same pace, and I swear I see literal stars.
“So goddamn perfect for me and I can’t wait to be inside you.
” He never lets up, flicking and stroking and rubbing until I’m a needy mess, moaning and panting and I’m almost positive I beg.
I definitely fucking beg. “So gorgeous when you let go for me. Let me have it, Princess.” He curls his finger again, and as if I was placed on this earth solely to do Drew Ellicott’s bidding, pleasure rocks through me as I come on a long, low moan.
My legs shake and my core clenches, and before I realize what’s happening, Drew is sliding his legs apart so I’m spread even wider.
He lifts me slightly and pleasure is still rolling through me in waves as he pulls me back down, gripping my hips and helping me slowly sink down onto him.
He lets me control the pace like he does every time, careful to make sure he’s only giving me what I can take, what feels good, and that small act of care winds love and emotion and arousal and sharp, pulsing pleasure tightly together inside me until I’m positive I would die for this man without a single second thought.
“Holy shit, I can feel your orgasm,” he mumbles, his body vibrating behind me with the force of his restraint. “The way your pussy squeezes me like it’s looking for more. Perfect. So fucking perfect. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you more. I’ll give you every goddamn thing.”
“Drew, fuck,” I cry out as his cock drags along my front wall, pleasure rocketing through me.
I don’t know if it’s still the first orgasm or a second one or something else entirely, but I have never, ever felt anything like this.
I didn’t know I could. It’s not the first time we’ve done this, but after needing to wait so long after my surgery, it somehow feels like the first time.
With the steam from the shower winding around us and Drew’s big body behind me, one hand coming down to circle my clit while the other arm wraps around my shoulders to hold me tight against him, everything I thought I understood about pleasure, about closeness and love and making someone a part of me rewrites itself, rearranges inside me until my world narrows to just this moment and this thing between us that is building on itself, wild and uncontrollable and so perfect I don’t know anything but him.
“Grind on me, Catie,” Drew rasps in my ear. “Use me. Fuck me with that tight cunt until I come so deep inside you, you’ll feel me in your fucking throat.”
Holy. Shit.
It’s not easy with the shower making everything slippery and my feet dangling so just my toes touch the floor, but Caitlin Parker isn’t a fucking quitter.
Stretching out my arms, I press my hands against the shower walls and swivel my hips, grinding down on him as his fingers keep moving on my clit in wicked circles that have my whole body trembling and my back arching as I climb toward a terrifyingly high peak.
And Drew is everywhere. His fingers on my clit and his other hand on my breasts and flicking my nipples and squeezing my hip and reaching out to lace his fingers with mine as we move together.
His mouth drags along my shoulder and up my neck, licking and sucking and grazing his teeth along my sensitive skin until every nerve ending in my body is a live wire.
“More,” I rasp, my hips writhing over him, trying to get closer. To get him deeper. To get…more. Of this. Of him. Of everything. “Fuck me, Drew. Please,” I beg, too far gone to be ashamed of it.
Drew doesn’t ask if I’m sure. He doesn’t ask if I’m ready.
He just grits out, “Anything. Everything,” and brings one hand to my hip, holding me tight enough to bruise as he thrusts up into me in a punishing rhythm, his other hand circling my clit with the most perfect pressure.
And I love it. I love that Drew doesn’t treat me like I’m breakable or broken or any of the million things I’ve thought about myself over the years.
He doesn’t look at the surgery scars on my stomach I’m still too afraid to touch or wonder if this is the time I’m going to bleed all over him or worry that maybe this is too much or I’m not ready.
Instead, he fucks me like I’m everything he’s ever needed.
Like he’s giving me pleasure as much as he’s taking his own from me.
His powerful body moves under mine, and his mouth is at my ear spilling words that are both filthy and sweet as he takes me like we were born to do this. Be here. Together.
“Holy shit, Caitlin,” he mutters, his thighs starting to shake.
“You feel so good, baby. So fucking perfect, your cunt so tight around me, taking me so.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Well.” Thrust. “Heaven,” he grinds out, his rhythm speeding up as his hips start to stutter.
“Fucking heaven. Could live here forever, my cock buried inside you, right where it belongs.” Drew shifts his hips under me, changing the angle slightly and hitting a spot that has pleasure coiling tightly in my center.
“Oh my god, right there,” I urge him on. “I’m so close, Drew.”
“Fuck yeah,” he rumbles. “Such a good fucking girl, saying my name when I’m deep inside you. I love it when you do. Makes me feel like yours. Can I be yours, Catie? I really fucking want to be.”
“Mine,” I mumble, as he continues rocking into me from below, too swamped in pleasure to remember any more words than that. Too close to the edge to do anything but hold on for the ride.
“Yours,” Drew grinds out, voice edged in pleasure and a kind of desperation that has heat unfurling in my belly, my own pleasure so intense my mind fractures with the force of it.
He takes his hand from my hip, wrapping it around my throat, leaning into me until I feel the heat of his breath skate over my skin.
When I clench around his cock, he sucks in a ragged breath, the hand around my throat tightening.
“Yes,” he groans into my neck, and I feel that deep rumble everywhere.
“Give it to me, Catie. I need to feel it. Give it to me please.”
The feeling that builds in my core is terrifying in its intensity, and when Drew brings his free hand down on my clit in a tight, hard slap, I’m gone. I cry out, catapulting straight over the edge, my orgasm exploding into me in a riot of color as stars dot my vision.