Chapter 25 Tai
TWENTY-FIVE
Tai
Isink down into the tub and resolve to never ride another h’axom as long as I live.
Before long, Bri steps into the bathroom and our eyes meet. Fuck. I still want to kiss her. I want to do more than just kiss.
“I’ll close my eyes,” I tell her and squeeze my eyes shut.
The sound of her clothes hitting the floor goes straight to my cock.
I blindly swipe my arms across the water, gathering bubbles around me, hiding evidence of my reaction to her.
Anyone in my situation would have a similar response to a beautiful woman getting naked.
“You can open them now,” she says. I peek through one eye and she’s across from me, the water lapping at her collarbones. She has a serious look on her face, and I can sense something is wrong right away.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, everything is fine. I’ve had it with Boss’s shit,” she says while she unties her long braid.
The way she gently pulls apart the three sections is fascinating.
How does she not let it all get tangled up?
She turns, and her pink hair cascades down her back, concealing her soft golden skin from view.
My fingers itch to reach out and touch her.
“What did he do now?” I ask, suddenly concerned he did something between the time I left her face down on the ground and now. I feel terrible for leaving her down, just so I could win the stupid bet.
“His normal bullshit.”
“What happened?” I press for answers. Whatever it is she doesn’t want to say I really want to know.
She squints and quirks her mouth to the side in the most adorable way.
“I don’t want to tell you,” she says and turns away, pretending to inspect the line of glass bottles along the edge.
“Now you really need to tell me.” I wade toward her.
“I’m not getting anywhere with the brethren. They refuse to believe that Boss is taking advantage of them. They all think that’s how things are supposed to be around here.”
“You’re doing the best you can. You’ve made some excellent points. That guy is a massive asshole and should be banished.”
“You don’t count. I’m too tired to talk about it anymore,” she says and sinks under the water, ending the conversation.
She comes back up for air, and waterdrops stream down her face and neck. A smudge runs across her cheek.
“Here, you’ve got…” I step toward her and rub my thumb across the mark, wiping her face clean. Her soft skin feels like I could damage it with one touch of my rough hand.
“Oh.” She touches where my fingers were and looks up at me with those eyes. “Thanks.” And this time, there isn’t anger or frustration in them, but there is a different heat.
I move before rational thought has a chance to stop me and my lips crash into hers. Every time I’ve resisted has built up to this kiss, and it’s hot in my veins. More and more fuel to the fire. It was inevitable.
She holds tight to the back of my neck as my hands wander over her curves, memorizing every inch of her. They go to her gorgeous ass, and I pull her up and closer to me. Her long legs wrap around my waist, locking me against her. My cock is hard, throbbing between us.
“Tai.” I silence her with another searing kiss. I skim my fingertips down her long neck and across her collarbones.
“No more talking.” My voice is low and rough.
I lift her up and place her on the edge of the bath and push her legs apart. She opens for me so beautifully and throws her head back. I stroke my cock at the sight. She’s absolutely perfect.
I get down on my knees in front of her and kiss my way from her knee and all the way up the inside of her perfect thigh. She shivers from my touch. Her pleasure turns me on more than anything else in the universe. I’m greedy for more—and I know that I’ll never get enough.
I drag a finger over her slit and follow it with my tongue.
She arches against my face wanting more, searching for more friction.
I push a finger inside her, then another.
My bionic arm is programmed for maximum sensitivity, and I feel every inch of her.
Her pleasure races up my arm like a bolt of lightning.
She groans in complaint when I pull my fingers back.
Her eyes light up when I lick my fingers.
I’m desperate for more and descend on her pussy, covering my face with her.
This time when she arches her hips, I give her what she wants and slide my fingers inside.
I lap at her clit with the flat of my tongue and relish her grinding against my face.
She grips my hair while I go to work. My fingers pump in and out in time with my tongue, drawing out moans and gasps from her. There’s no stopping until she screams my name.
Her legs shake beside my head and her panting gets louder. I double my efforts to make her come. Her face contorts with pleasure bordering on pain. She spasms around my fingers and tongue.
I stroke my cock slowly, spreading my precum over the sensitive head, and watch her regain her breath. She hooks her ankles at my lower back and draws me closer.
“Inside. Now.” It’s my turn to moan from her ordering me around. With my dick in my hand, I push slowly inside her. She pulls me in, and every inch is paradise.
I move my hips slow and measured. Fuck. She takes me so well. I can’t decide which is better: watching where we are connected or the pleasure etched on her face. I’m so wrapped up in watching her that my hips move on their own, faster and harder, taking me well past the point of no return.
Water splashes out of the tub and floods the tiled floor. The sounds of our bodies colliding together are accompanied by heavy breathing. I grab her hips and anchor myself there. With every thrust, I am one step closer to madness.
Bri grabs my shoulders and pulls herself against me—and that’s all it takes. My vision goes spotty and all the pent-up pressure bursts out of me in ground-shaking pulses.
She doesn’t shout my name but whispers it against my lips. Somehow, it’s so much better than I could have ever imagined.