Chapter 38 #2
I reach back and rub my hand over his length, feeling him twitch under my touch. He steps back, creating space for me, and I begin stroking him slowly, feeling the weight and heat of him in my palm. But it's not enough. I want more.
I want to taste him. Want to make him lose control the way he makes me lose it.
I turn around and drop to my knees on the wet tile, the water cascading over both of us. I don't wait a second before taking him into my mouth, eager and desperate in a way that should embarrass me but doesn't. Not with him.
I want to make him feel good. To taste him. Devour him. Show him what he does to me.
I take him as far as I can, feeling him press into my throat until I gag and my eyes water. He groans loud and deep, the sound echoing off the shower walls, vibrating through me straight to my core.
I take him deeper each time I go down, pushing past my limits, forcing my throat to relax around the intrusion until I gag and need to come up for air, gasping.
"Fuck, Peaches." His voice is rough, wrecked, beautiful.
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse again. His noises drive me crazy—I'm dripping wet and dying to touch myself, but I want to concentrate on him with nothing pulling my attention away. Want to learn what makes him lose that iron control he always maintains.
I pull back, releasing him with a wet pop, and start stroking with my hand as I look up at him through my lashes.
He's staring down at me, eyes dark with lust and something deeper, more intense, as I continue stroking him, paying special attention to his head, twisting my hand over his tip the way he likes.
Then I dip my head lower and lick his balls, sucking one into my mouth, rolling my tongue around while I continue stroking his cock with steady, firm pressure.
"Fuck." The word sounds punched out of him.
I smile around him and continue my torture, switching to the other side, taking my time, making him feel everything.
"I need to fuck your mouth." His voice sounds desperate, raw, stripped of the cocky confidence he usually wears like armor. "Can I fuck your mouth, Peaches?"
It's almost begging. Kade Stone, who never asks for anything, begging me to let him take control.
I release his balls and look up at him, meeting those desperate eyes. I nod my permission.
"God damn, you're so fucking sexy on your knees for me.
" His hands slide down my wet hair, taking a handful, gripping firmly but not painfully.
"I want you to play with that needy little pussy, and if you need me to stop—" He grabs my hand, placing it on his hip, his fingers wrapping around mine. "You just tap me right here. Okay?"
"Okay." The word comes out muffled around the head of his cock as I open wider for him, relaxing my jaw, preparing myself.
"Good girl."
Holy fuck, did he just call me a good girl? The words shoot straight through me, lighting up every nerve ending. Something about that praise in his rough voice makes me feel proud and desperate and utterly wrecked all at once.
But I don't have any time to think about it before he's thrusting into my mouth with brutal force, setting a rhythm that makes my eyes water immediately. I gag hard around him, struggling to breathe.
"Play with your pussy." The command shoots straight between my legs, rough and demanding.
I don't hesitate, sliding my other hand down to where I'm aching and wet, where I need pressure and friction and release.
I relax my throat more, forcing myself to open wider, letting him go deeper than I thought possible.
Tears stream down my face, mixing with the shower spray.
Drool runs down my chin. I'm a complete mess—mascara probably smeared, face probably flushed red from choking and gagging around him—but I don't fucking care because I'm so close.
So desperately close. The ache between my legs has become unbearable, demanding attention, demanding release.
All I can do is whimper around him as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, the sound garbled and needy. My fingers work frantically between my legs, chasing the orgasm that's building with devastating intensity.
"Fuck, Peaches. I want you to make yourself come while you choke on my cock."
I whimper again, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
My fingers move faster over my clit, finding the rhythm that makes the tingles start building low and deep, spreading through my limbs like wildfire.
The dual sensations—him fucking my throat while I touch myself—create something overwhelming, something that feels almost too good to survive.
Then when he thrusts in again, he holds my head down, cutting off my breath completely.
His cock fills my throat so deep I can't breathe at all, can't get any air past the thick length of him.
My lungs start to burn immediately, demanding oxygen, but he keeps me there, held in place by his firm grip on my hair.
Just when I don't think I can take anymore, when my lungs start burning for oxygen and my vision begins to blur, he pulls out.
I suck in desperately for air, filling my lungs in huge gasping gulps while I continue rubbing frantic circles over my clit. The rush of oxygen makes everything more intense, heightening every sensation until I'm trembling with need.
"Come, Peaches, and I'll fuck your perfect little pussy."
The growled promise shoots straight through me like electricity.
He thrusts back in, holding me down so long my vision starts to blur around the edges, black creeping in from the sides like a dark tide.
But it makes me so much more sensitive—everything heightened and intense and overwhelming.
The lack of oxygen does something to my body, makes every nerve ending sing with pleasure.
The orgasm is right there, coiled tight and ready to snap.
I move my hand faster, over and over again, rubbing my clit, chasing the release that's building to something explosive. My whole body tenses, preparing for impact.
Then I'm screaming in my head as I fucking explode, the orgasm ripping through me with devastating force.
He pulls out at the perfect moment, letting me breathe.
I suck in desperate gulps of air as I spasm over and over again, my whole body convulsing with the intensity of it. Stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck!" The words tear out of my raw throat, hoarse and desperate.
"Keep going. Don't stop."
I come for what feels like forever, wave after wave crashing over me until I'm boneless and shaking.
My fingers don't stop their relentless movement, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.
When I finally start to come down, breathing hard and trembling, he pulls me to my feet in one smooth motion and pushes me into the wall face first, the cold tile shocking against my overheated skin.
He lifts my leg, hooking it over his arm, lining himself up with aching precision. Then he slides into me in one deep thrust that steals whatever breath I've managed to recover.
"Oh god, yes." The moan rips out of me at the same time his groan echoes through the shower, bouncing off the tile walls.
He lets go completely, fucking me so hard and deep it steals my breath all over again.
So amazing. So perfect. My cheek pressed into the cold tile while he peppers kisses over my face and neck and shoulder, whispering dirty words into my ear as he continues thrusting into me so deep I feel him everywhere.
In my bones. In my blood. Completely overwhelming.
"I want to feel you pulsing around my cock."
He reaches his other hand between us, fingers finding my oversensitive clit, and pinches.
"Ohhh." The sound rasps out, my voice hoarse from screaming, from choking on his cock, from sobbing with pleasure.
"I'm losing it, Peaches." His words sound pained, desperate, stripped of all control. "You feel too fucking good."
His desperation pushes me over the edge. I'm already so sensitive, still trembling from the last orgasm, and his words unravel me completely. The combination of his rough possession and those broken words does something to me that I can't fight.
"I'm coming," I gasp out, barely able to form the words.
A loud growl rips out of him, primal and possessive. "I'm... fuck... you're milking my cock. God, so. Fucking. Tight."
His words and deep thrusts pull another orgasm from me—impossible but happening anyway, tearing through me with renewed force. I didn't think I had another one in me, but my body proves me wrong as pleasure crashes over me in devastating waves.
"I—oh god—coming!" I stutter out, not even making sense anymore, just feeling everything at once. Too much. Not enough. Everything.
He keeps fucking me through my release, prolonging it until I'm sobbing against the tile.
Each thrust draws out another shudder, another cry, another wave of overwhelming sensation that only intensifies when he groans in my ear as he spills inside of me.
When I finally come down, I can't move. My legs have given out completely.
I'm just thankful he has me pressed against the wall or I'd be on the floor in a heap, unable to support my own weight.
We stay like that for long moments, both trying to catch our breath, until the water starts to cool against our overheated skin.
Then he helps me wash quickly before the temperature drops completely, his hands gentle and efficient as he rinses soap from my hair and body.
The tenderness is such a contrast to the brutal intensity of moments ago that it makes my chest ache.
He grabs a towel and wraps it around me carefully, rubbing my arms to warm me up.
"Get in bed. I'm right behind you."
I nod, too wrecked to speak, too overwhelmed to form coherent words. I dry and dress quickly, then stumble toward his bedroom on shaking legs that barely support me.