“Kayla…” He dropped his forehead to hers. “If you don’t stop this torment soon, payback will be a bitch.”
“Then I guess I better earn it, huh?” Sinking to her knees, she looked up at him through her lashes. “Don’t move if you want to be inside of my mouth.”
He stared down at her, his cock begging for what she was about to do. He didn’t move a muscle. “Fuck yeah, I want it.”
With the washcloth, she rubbed his balls, taking her sweet time. By the time she was finished, he was panting erratically and his eyes were shut, and he was ready to beg.
Him. Begging. He didn’t fucking beg, for Christ’s sakes.
Dropping the washcloth, she pulled him forward into the water again. Once all traces of soap were gone, she ran her fingers over his cock. Then she flicked her tongue against the head, cupping his balls with her hands, and sucked him in so deeply he almost died.
He froze, his hands entwined in her wet locks. “Kayla.”
“I know.” She ran her tongue up his cock, from the bottom to the tip, and he groaned. The noise sounded way too tortured for his liking. She was trying to break him…and succeeding. “But it hurts so good, doesn’t it, Cooper?”
Her pink tongue darted out against his cock, driving him insane. Her eyes met his, and then she licked him again, this time running her tongue up his whole length. His voice raspy and rough, he said, “Do that again.”
She did, and then she flicked her tongue over him, this time closing her fingers around him and squeezing. Swirling her tongue over the head of his cock, she took him deep into her mouth, sucking gently, and he almost came right then and there.
His thighs trembled and he collapsed against the shower wall, inviting the cold tile against his back. Maybe it would help him keep his head. But then she moaned and took him in even deeper. Without giving her a warning, he picked her up and set her on her feet, leaving about a foot between them.
When she took a step toward him, her eyes on his cock, he held a hand out. “No. I’m not coming in your mouth, damn it. When I come, I’ll be buried so deep in your pussy that you’ll forget what it feels like to not have me inside of you.”
She bit down on that lusciously swollen bottom lip of hers. “God, yes.”
“And you’ll be screaming that, too.” He spun her around, his hands roaming over her full breasts, and then he pressed her forward against the cool tile wall. Just like she’d done to him. “Now it’s my turn to play, sweetheart.”
He slapped her ass lightly, then nibbled on her neck. She cried out and squeezed her legs together. “Oh my God.”
He slapped her ass again, then spun her around to face him. Next, he framed her face with his hands and kissed her, devouring her mouth hungrily. She gripped his forearms as she returned his kiss.
Her tongue danced with his and a soft cry escaped her. He grabbed the washcloth she’d used earlier and slid it over her shoulder, slow and gentle. He squeezed her nipples through the fabric, tugging on them until she whimpered. Then he ripped his lips from hers and washed her stomach, his fingers dipping close to her clit, but not touching her. She needed to wait for that a little while longer after those tricks she’d played earlier.
Payback was a bitch.
He nibbled on her neck and ran the washcloth over her wet curls, then traced the curve of her ass. Man, he loved that ass of hers.
“Now,” she demanded, lifting her leg so he could wash it. “Please.”
He washed her inner thigh, slowly inching up to her pussy. Dropping her leg, he lifted her other one. “Not yet.”
Lowering his head, he closed his mouth around her nipple and scraped his teeth against it. She cradled the back of his head, pulling him closer. He dropped to his knees and nibbled at her hip, dipping the washcloth between her legs. Loving the way she looked from down here, all soapy wet and glistening.
He saw her knees tremble and she spread her legs more. Every touch, every caress, sent her closer to the edge—he knew it.
He rubbed his thumb against her clit, massaging her in slow circles, and her knees gave out. He saved her from hitting the floor with his free arm, supporting her weight since she couldn’t at the moment. When she regained her footing, he stood and rinsed her off, then slammed his fist down on the shower knob, shutting off the water.
He picked her up and deposited her in front of the sink—and the mirror. Reaching past her, he grabbed a condom off the counter and rolled it on, his gaze locked with hers. “I’m going to fuck you, and I want you to watch the whole time.”
She bit down hard on her lip and whimpered. She tried to hide it, but he heard it.
“But first…” He dropped to his knees in front of her and licked her, closing his eyes as he did. Her pussy tasted so fucking sweet. He gripped her hips and swirled his tongue against her clit, pressing deeper. Harder. She let out a cry, her hands digging into his scalp.
He lifted her hips a little more and increased the pressure with e
ach swirl of his tongue, and then she went still, one word bursting out of her lips like a prayer. “Cooper.”
She wasn’t allowed to crash. She needed to keep soaring.