Chapter 28 #2
There’s a beat of silence, then Ally bursts out laughing and her eyes slide to my groin.
“Staring at it doesn’t help,” I grumble. Things had started to settle down, but now my pants are tight again.
“Sorry,” Ally says through a giggle. “It’s just—”
“I know.” Someday, I might be able to laugh about this, too.
“And when the massage therapist asked you to roll over—”
“Yes. I know.”
“They’re probably used to it,” Ally says thoughtfully. “I’m sure it happens more than you think, and they have to pretend they don’t notice.”
“Maybe.”
“And the therapist might have thought it was for her,” Ally points out.
“It wasn’t.”
The driver behind me honks, and I realize the stoplight’s changed to green. I move my foot to the gas.
“Do you want me to drive?” Ally teases.
“No.”
“It’s lucky you have an uncrashable car.”
“Uh huh.” I’m also lucky my condo is so close to the spa, so we don’t have far to go.
“You know what this means, though?” she asks.
That I can’t control my reaction to her?
“What?” I ask warily.
“It means you owe me a massage. I mean, it was your fault it was cut short—”
“It wasn’t my fault,” I interrupt. “It was your bra.”
“You’re blaming my bra for this?” Ally asks with a giggle.
“It was pink,” I nod. “And then you took it off, and I could see it on the chair.”
Ally’s gaze slips down to my groin again, and the corner of her mouth hitches up. “It doesn’t take much, huh?”
“I guess not.”
It doesn’t take much. It only takes her.
I park with extreme care, then set a fast pace to the elevator. Ally keeps up with me easily.
“I need a shower,” I mutter as we ride up to the condo. “I smell like flowers from the massage oil.”
“Me too.” Ally’s eyes meet mine, and my mouth goes dry.
Two minutes later we’re tearing our clothes off in my bathroom. I tap a button to turn on the shower, and Ally blinks as it springs to life.
When I told Ally I bought my condo for the sunsets, I lied. I really bought it for the master shower. It’s a walk-in, with gray marble walls, a rainfall showerhead, and wall jets. The temperature and pressure are digitally controlled, and the pressure’s spectacular.
And there’s plenty of room for two people.
Ally steps inside first, and the sight of her under the water steals my breath. She’s a goddess, and she’s mine.
Mine for now, at least.
I join her in the shower and take her in my arms, savoring the feel of her nipples against my chest. My hands roam over her back, slick skin over toned muscles, and all I can think is that I need more. I step between her legs and feel her hips hitch against the top of my thigh.
She’s hungry for this, too.
But I’m more than hungry for her, I’m starving. Famished. Ravenous. I’m hard again, of course, and my cock’s pressing urgently into her belly. Relieved to be this close, but still needing more.
Ally seems to sense my desperation, because she takes a step back and drops to her knees in front of me. She takes me in her hands, and it’s all I can do to stay standing.
Then she looks up at me with an expression that’s both angelic and wicked, and it’s all I can do to keep breathing.
When she leans forward and takes me in her mouth, I moan. I’m begging and cursing and making all sorts of undignified noises, but I don’t care. I’d trade my dignity for this any day of the week.
And besides, Ally already knows most of my secrets.
She runs her tongue around the sensitive tip of my cock, and I feel a tingle at the base of my spine. It’s too good, and I almost wish she’d slow down so this would last longer.
The pressure grows as I watch her pretty pink lips slide along my shaft. My hips are moving of their own volition, and she matches my rhythm. I close my eyes, hoping to hang on a little more, but it doesn’t help. Everything’s sensation, suction and heat, and—”
“Ally.” I open my eyes and try to pull myself back. “I can’t—”
But instead of letting go, Ally leans forward, and I finish in her mouth.
When it’s done, I pull her up into my arms and hold her close. “Thank you,” I mutter, and it doesn’t seem like enough.
“Mmm,” she says, reaching for the shower gel. She squeezes some into her palm and starts to wash my neck and shoulders.
She takes her time, working her way across my chest, then stepping around to do my back. Any tension left in my body dissolves under her clever fingers.
But when she steps back in front of me to work down my abs, the tension grows again. I need to slow this down.
“Your turn,” I say hoarsely, taking a step back and reaching for the shower gel. I skate my fingers along her collarbones, marveling at how delicate they feel compared to my own.
Her bones are perfection. She is perfection.
I work down her arms, taking particular care around the scar from her fall off the bike. It’s healing beautifully, a pale pink line, and I bet in a couple of months it’ll hardly be visible.
I move back up to cup her breasts, loving their weight in my hands. I can’t hear her sigh over the noise of the water, but I feel it in the movement of her chest. I take my time here, caressing and teasing her nipples before moving down.
My hand slips between her legs, feeling the impossibly smooth skin of her inner thighs. And then I move up, exploring slick, slippery folds.
Ally shudders when my thumb brushes her clit, and I feel her slip backward. On instinct, my other hand reaches out to pull her toward me, and I hold her against me for a second.
The small part of my brain that’s still thinking realizes we should get out of the shower. I want Ally to be able to let go, but I don’t trust myself to catch her if she slips again. I’m on the verge of losing control myself.
I reach for the panel on the wall to turn off the shower. Ally looks confused when the water stops, and I take her hand.
“Bed,” I say simply, leading her out of the shower.
“Drew!” she protests, as I walk toward my bedroom. “We’re soaking wet.”
“Yeah.” I can’t hide a grin of satisfaction as I remember how slick she felt between her legs. There’s no way that was all from the shower gel.
“Drew!” she says again, and I know she guessed where my mind went. “Your bed—”
I pause to grab a towel as we leave the bathroom, and Ally follows with a laugh.
I yank the duvet off the bed and throw the towel on top of the sheet, then Ally and I fall on top of it.
Within seconds, we’ve rolled off the towel, but I don’t care.
I’m lying on top of Ally with my thigh between her legs, and she’s making little breathy sounds.
“Please, Drew. I need—”
I lever myself onto my forearms and move down her body, pausing to lick around her belly button.
“Please,” Ally whimpers. “Drew, please—”
I move to the end of the bed and kneel between her legs, then lean down and bury my face in her.
I inhale her—she smells like musk and sex and Ally—then lick my way up to her clit.
My hands are braced on her thighs, and I feel her shiver with pleasure as I suck her senseless.
And I know the second her orgasm hits, ripping through her in a beautiful, chaotic wave.
She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
When she finally relaxes, I stretch out next to her and stroke her stomach. “Can I ride you?”
Her lips curve in a satisfied smile. “Yes.”
I’m so desperate to get inside her that I almost forget the condom. I grab one from the nightstand and fumble with the wrapper, then finally manage to roll it on.
And Ally takes me perfectly. She’s swollen and wet, impossibly tight, and I’ve never felt anything better than this. I close my eyes and let myself go, hard and fast and frantic, and Ally matches my rhythm. Her fingernails bite into my back and she shudders, and I know she’s close again.
She cries out my name, and I feel her inner walls pulsing around me. It sets me off and I come with her, harder than ever before.
I collapse on top of her and roll to the side so I won’t crush her.
“The sheets are damp,” Ally says a little while later. “We should take them off, or the mattress will get wet. If it isn’t already.”
“Yeah,” I agree, but I don’t move. The mattress is replaceable.
“And it’s probably time for dinner,” Ally continues.
“Yeah.”
Ally looks at me curiously, because I still haven’t moved. “Are you planning to lie here forever?” she teases.
“Maybe.” If I could, I’d freeze time right here.
“Well, don’t forget, Honeybun, you still owe me a massage.”
“Um. You might have to be patient, Cuddlebug. Right now I’m kinda dead.”