Chapter 24
RAQUEL
Ipulled Theo into the shower with me, sticky with smears of paint and so desperate for him that I barely noticed.
We stumbled under the warm spray together, our lips crashing into each other’s again and again, both of us moaning as we pressed our bodies tightly together to fit into the confined space.
“I don’t think this shower was made for two,” he mumbled between kisses, one strong arm wrapped around my hips and the other hand braced against the wall. “I guess we’ll have to pretend there’s only one of us.”
Before I asked what he had in mind to make that happen, he broke his lips away from mine and started kissing a path along my throat, his teeth nipping my skin every so often.
I dropped my head back against the plastic casing of the Airstream shower, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I tried to bite back more moans.
Theo’s hands moved to my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples as he kept lowering his mouth down further, eventually standing on his knees to dot kisses on my hips and stomach.
I was trembling, my pussy aching with need as I dropped my gaze to look at him, seeing swirls of pinkish paint running down the drain along with the water.
His hair was pitch black when it was wet, plastered across his forehead, but he didn’t seem to notice. As he licked a line down from my belly button, I sucked in a sharp breath, and he gently applied pressure on the inside of my thigh with one hand.
“Don’t slip,” he said quietly, but that same commanding authority from before rang from his tone and my knees almost gave out completely because of it.
My hands flew out to the slippery sides of the shower, finding purchase just in time to keep myself upright. “Theo…”
He glanced at me, green eyes blazing with need. “What is it, baby?”
“Nothing. I just…” I swiped my tongue across my lips, looking down at him on his knees in front of me, water sliding from his temples and across those broad shoulders, our paint-wrecked clothes only just visible through the crack in the curtain behind him. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me.” He brought both hands to my hips and flexed his fingers. Still staring up at me, he moved his head forward and licked a hot line through the very center of me.
My knees nearly gave out again, but he held me up, groaning when my eyelids fluttered shut. He sucked my clit into his mouth almost as if it was a reward and I moaned, arching into him as I did my best to remember how to stay upright.
Theo’s hands remained on my hips though, a steady anchor still pink in spots, which must’ve been another reason he wasn’t touching anywhere too sensitive.
For a second, I considered stopping him so we could wash properly before we did anything else, but then his tongue circled around my clit and any notion of stopping died an instant death.
Instead, I just stood there, struggling to breathe around the moans and the pleasure he was drawing from my body. It had never been like this with Hunter. Not once.
I felt real, actual sparks. Tingles traveled through me as I rolled my hips toward his mouth, not giving a damn about trying to control any urges I had. It helped that every move I made earned a groan from him, his tongue and lips redoubling their efforts every time I bucked or shouted.
Before long, I felt completely crazed and Theo seemed to love it. It was perhaps the single most liberating experience of my life to not hold anything back, and when my orgasm hit, it hit so hard that it nearly tore me apart.
Blinding, blissful pleasure sped through me like a speedboat on the glassy surface of the lake, curling my toes and making my shoulders cave inward as I rode it out. Yet even as it subsided, I was already reaching for him, laying a hard, hot kiss on him as soon as he pushed back up to his feet.
I tasted myself on his lips, but I didn’t give a shit, stroking my tongue into his mouth as my arms wound around his neck. He pressed himself against me, so hard and hot against my stomach that I shivered when I felt the evidence of his need.
Still shaky in the aftermath of my orgasm, I kissed him sloppily and released one of my hands from around his neck to reach between us. He moaned when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stiffening as I stroked slowly up and down.
“God, Raquel,” he murmured against my lips. “That’s really dangerous right now.”
“I don’t care,” I replied on a breathy whisper. “I didn’t hold back. You shouldn’t have to either.”
He let out a chuckle, then kissed me again. I started moving my fist just a little faster. When I ran my thumb over the tip of him on the upstroke and felt something more slippery than water there, it was like someone had injected a vial of lust straight into my veins.
It was ridiculous. I knew that. After that incredible orgasm, I should’ve been sated but nope. Not with this guy.
Theo moaned and started rocking gently into my hand, his breathing growing more and more ragged and his kisses becoming more stop-start. I increased my pace just a little more. He cursed into my mouth and his hips jerked. The heat of his climax spread across my stomach as I stroked him through it.
As his body stopped moving, he let out a deep groan, moved his lips back to mine, and planted a long, slow kiss on me. “You shouldn’t have told me not to hold back.”
“This was what I wanted,” I murmured. “Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?”
He chuckled, just resting against me for another moment before he straightened up and reached for the body wash behind me. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were slightly swollen when he took a tiny step back to look into my eyes.
“Turn around,” he said quietly. “We’ll wash you first.”
I did what he told me to, turning and definitely not minding the feel of his hands all over my body as he scrubbed every last inch of me. Foamy suds formed in the wake of his hands and the washcloth. Then he would reposition me gently for the water to rinse away the soap.
Once I was probably cleaner than I’d ever been in my life, I took the body wash and the cloth from him and took my time soaping him up too.
Ever since the very first time I’d seen him, I’d wondered what it would feel like to run my hands over him like this, touching wherever I wanted and for however long I wanted.
I didn’t let the opportunity pass me by, slowly dragging the cloth across every toned muscle and pressing kisses to his chest and shoulders every so often as I washed him. By the time I was done, he was paint free, hard all over again, and smirking as we climbed out of the shower.
I handed over one of the two good towels I had and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Round one might’ve been hot and desperate, but I’m trying to decide about round two.”
I wrapped a towel around me after drying off, trying to keep a straight face as I held his gaze. “What makes you so sure there’s going to be a round two at all?”
“Oh, I’m pretty confident.” He reached for me, lightning quick, grabbed my hips, and yanked me up against him.
At the same moment, one of his hands slid up my back and into my hair. His mouth descended back to mine. I didn’t even pretend that I wanted to resist, just giggling as I pulled him toward the back where my bed was.
We tumbled onto it in a mess of limbs and moans.
The sun was still high, but the light had turned that warmer, gentler color of late afternoon.
Theo rolled us over so I was on top of him, but he never let my mouth leave his, giving me these long, languid kisses that had me needing another shower—a very cold one—in no time at all.
“Okay, you might be right about round two,” I murmured into the kiss. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”
“If you figure it out, let me know. I can’t get enough of you either.” Then he kissed me again, tugging the towel away from between us and kicking his own off too.
Fully naked again, we made out like teenagers who’d never gone any further, dragging our fingertips across every part of each other’s bodies within easy reach and just kissing for ages.
I got impatient before he did, finally breaking the passionate kisses to drag my lips down the length of his abdomen.
He groaned, those green eyes conflicted when I looked up at him from his belly button. “You’re going to make me embarrass myself, baby.”
“There’s no embarrassment here,” I said, meaning it. “Let’s make a deal. From now on, we just go with whatever we feel like doing, without worrying about what we think we should be doing.”
He sighed, those eyes still on mine, but one of his hands tangled into my hair. “What I feel like doing is getting inside you, though.”
“Well, that’s too bad because I feel like doing this.” I moved my head down to his thick cock and immediately took him into my mouth, genuinely enjoying the silky feel of him against my tongue.
“Fuck,” he moaned, and his fingers tightened in my hair. “Yeah. Okay. I’m not complaining.”
I smiled around him but didn’t bother trying to respond, instead just giving all my attention to the man who made me feel things no one else ever had.
Bobbing up and down, I didn’t stop until he pulled me off him and practically tossed me onto my back on the bed.
He had a wild look in his eyes as he rolled on a condom.
“Where did you find that?” I asked breathlessly, already spreading my legs and reaching for him.
He smirked. “I swiped it out of my pocket while you were drying off.”
“Wow. You’re pretty smooth, you know that?”
He pumped his eyebrows at me. “Only because I want you so much.”
The next moment, he sat down on the bed and reached for my hands, pulling me onto his lap while he kept his feet planted firmly on the floor. As soon as I started sinking down on him, I was lost, moaning as he set the pace.
For a little while, there was no other thought in my head and nothing else that existed.
It was just him and me, rocking together while slowly climbing to our next peaks.
When my orgasm finally crested, he was right behind me, holding me tight and genuinely making me wonder if he was ever going to let go.