Chapter Nineteen
Hollie
‘Oh.’
I gape at him. AJ takes me by both hands and pulls me to my feet, so that we stand opposite one another, steam now emerging from the bathroom.
He guides my fingers to his button fly. One by one, I push the metal studs through the punctured hole in the stonewashed denim until the whole thing gapes open, his arousal straining the material of his underwear.
Next, he fingers the hem of my hoodie. I lift the entire thing off, just my bra underneath. We keep eye contact as AJ reaches behind my back to unclasp it, until it’s just another article banished to my floor.
My heart thuds. I like the way his gaze roves hungrily over my naked breasts, the nipples peaked in anticipation of his touch.
‘Come here,’ he says, using my waistband to ease me closer to him. A thrill goes through me as my pebbled nipples graze his chest, and when I wrap my arms around his shoulders and he kisses me, I can feel how wet I am for him already.
He undresses me first, guiding the yoga pants over my behind, taking time to help me remove them from my ankles.
He has to listen to me giggle when I’m forced to sit back down on the bed so he can peel them off completely.
While I’m sat down, I watch him remove his jeans, so when he helps me back to standing, we’re both just in our underwear.
‘We’re wasting water right now,’ I whisper.
‘Well, then, you should have worn a dress,’ he says, biting back a smile.
‘I did wear a dress,’ I complain. ‘You were late.’
He grins, then hooks one hand in the rim of my underwear, snapping the lace hem gently against my skin. ‘Go, take ’em off,’ he says.
He must sense my anxiety, because in a moment, he’s dropped his underwear. My eyes go wide at his thick length, jutting out, fully erect.
Looking down, my eyes go wide. ‘Uh. That’s not going to fit.’
He takes a step forward, and his lips come back to mine.
He kisses me until my mind is hazy, one hand gripping the column of my neck.
His arousal presses against my stomach. ‘I promise you,’ he whispers against my mouth, at the same time using both hands to ease my underwear down my thighs, ‘It’ll fit. ’
We kiss for a few moments longer, before his fingers slide through mine and he’s gently tugging me toward the shower.
The light in the bathroom is starker. I don’t get the opportunity to feel self-conscious though, as AJ is opening the door to the shower stall and pulling me inside under the scorching hot flow.
Within moments I feel firm tiles pressing into my backside as water cascades in rivulets over my shoulders, breasts and abdomen.
For a moment, he just watches me, droplets trickling from his dark hair over his face, bracing the wall either side of me so that I’m fenced in between his arms.
‘I’m happy that we’re doing this,’ he says.
Fireworks explode low in my belly. What I once thought could have been pity sex on his part now doesn’t seem to be, which seems implausible, but he’s here.
With me. I reach up and place one hand against his chest and trace the end of the scorpion’s tail tattoo, then shift lower to his abs. He seems to flinch at my touch.
‘Me too,’ I respond, and something alters in the atmosphere.
AJ groans, brings his body closer to mine and captures my lips, his mouth moving over mine as I cling onto him.
My brain is still unable to comprehend that my high school crush is naked in my shower, and his hand is tracing south to my belly, before—
I arch my back at the first touch. His fingertips sink into my warmth without warning, lightly grazing my clit and…
oh god oh god oh god. He increases the pressure, his fingers persistent, finding a slow, steady circular rhythm and I’m lost to him.
Waves of pleasure radiate outwards, sending tingles through my abdomen and pulsating down my legs.
His mouth is between my neck and shoulder and he’s sucking so hard on my flesh that I already know that tomorrow I’ll be marked.
I don’t care. I want to be branded by him.
He trails kisses back to my ear. ‘How are you doing?’ he asks.
At this moment, and given the movement of his fingers, it’s not possible to form words. ‘Mmm,’ I hum.
‘You good to carry on?’ he asks.
‘Yes,’ I choke out. ‘Happy.’
The water’s a little too warm. I can feel my cheeks burning up, a combination of heat from the shower and the sensations AJ’s giving me with his fingers.
He pulls back, locks his gaze on mine. Then he lowers his mouth again.
His tongue pushes insistently between my lips, as simultaneously, between my legs, his fingers travel deeper and circle my opening.
I’m slick for him. I feel a gentle push, and two fingers glide up inside me.
My moan is high-pitched and thready, and I break the kiss to allow a whimpered sigh to escape my mouth.
‘That feel good?’ he asks, beginning to pump his fingers steadily in and out, taking his time.
My head leans back against the tiles. My nod is frantic. Crazed. I revel in the sensations he’s giving me, at the same time my clit aching for more of his attention. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m begging for him to take me in the shower, right here, because I can’t wait any longer.
A moment later, his fingers withdraw and I’m bereft. I crave friction. The next second, the water stops flowing.
He grabs the body wash. A moment later, he lathers us both up, his hands traveling the length of my body, lingering over my breasts.
He turns me. My butt pushes into his arousal as he washes my back, using one hand, while the other returns to drawing slow circles on my clit.
I press two hands against the wall and immerse myself in the sensations, until my body is writhing.
He washes himself too, before the shower comes back on and we rinse.
He turns me again. Goes back to kissing me long and slow, our tongues entwined. Once we’re clean, AJ switches off the water again.
Without the noise of the shower, I realize both of us are panting. Steam swirls about our heads. AJ kisses me one more time and I still can’t string a sensible thought together.
Taking my hand, he steps out of the stall onto the mat.
‘Do you need a towel?’ I murmur.
‘No,’ he says as he takes my hand and guides me out. ‘We’re just gonna stay wet.’
He leads me back to the bedroom, letting me go before placing his hands on my hips. He gently guides me to a sitting position.
My gaze traverses his glistening chest, following a dark line of hair before it lingers on his glistening length, now about level with my parted lips.
‘Lie back for me,’ he says, before I can suggest something.
I watch as he fetches a pillow from the head of the bed. Pushing my hands into the mattress, I shift my butt backward, wriggling up the sheets.
‘Not too far,’ he instructs. ‘Lift your ass for me.’
I’ve never been to bed with a man who gives verbal instructions before. And while I might normally feel exposed, any embarrassment has melted away, replaced by something wilder. I do as I’m asked, and AJ slides the pillow under me, so that my hips are slightly raised.
‘You comfortable?’ he asks.
‘Can I get one for my head?’
In a few seconds, AJ has grabbed another one of my pillows and is sliding it underneath my head.
‘How about now?’
‘I’m good.’
He returns to the foot of the bed and drops to his knees.
‘Oh,’ I murmur.
‘Open your legs for me.’
Once more, I do as I’m told. AJ’s head and shoulders are framed by my open thighs. I’m splayed open for him. Bare. Wet. And aching.
He brings his mouth closer to my slit. ‘You like this?’ he whispers.
My inner thighs are trembling. ‘Yes,’ I say.
The first time he licks my clit, then sucks on it gently, I can’t stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.
‘Does that feel good?’ I hear him ask.
‘Yes,’ I say again on an exhale, finally understanding what my housemates at uni were going on about, because it’s never been this good before. ‘C-Can you do that again?’
AJ chuckles, wrapping his hands around my thighs, then complies wholeheartedly with my wishes.
This time, he licks the full length of my seam, the friction making my thighs quiver, tension building low in my belly.
His eyes close as I watch him feast on me, licking and sucking my clit with his tongue, falling into a delicious rhythm.
Molten heat engulfs my body. His tongue quickens its pace, causing my hips to buck, but his grip is firm, holding me in place on the bed.
My skin prickles. I can feel the stirrings of an orgasm beginning to flutter.
Part of me is resistant to it, because I wish he could be inside me if, or when, I come.
There’s no controlling the noises coming out of my mouth, and within the space of a minute, I know I’m past the point of no return.
The tip of AJ’s tongue dancing over my clit edges me closer, the pleasure pulsating through me until I’m swept away by it.
Raw need explodes between my legs, until the blissful sensations begin, and I’m barreling toward a climax.
There’s a rushing sensation before I peak, and lose control.
I gasp, then moan, riding on the unbridled waves of pleasure that course through me. I’ve had orgasms before, but never like this. Inside me, my walls clamp around nothing.
AJ doesn’t stop. My hips buck and grind through the sensations, but he holds me steady. He keeps going until I come down, then moves to trace soft kisses down the supple skin of my inner thighs, still wet from the shower and with my own arousal.
I lie there, not moving, my legs still drawn up. My chest rising and falling. I didn’t think it could happen that fast.
‘You all good?’ he whispers.
I huff out a little laugh. ‘Yes,’ I whisper back, still out of breath.
‘How good?’
Another little laugh. ‘Very good.’