No matter what I say to him, he never judges me or thinks less of me.
He just lets me… be.
Frost’s blue eyes seem as deep and dark as an ocean in this shadowy little pocket of space behind the shower curtain. We stare at each other, each devouring the other with our gaze, as heat rises between us and around us. The connection between us surges, making every atom in my body burn with the need to be closer to him.
So I rise up onto my tiptoes and kiss him.
Frost makes a noise in his throat as my wet lips press against his. He tightens his arms around me, and I can feel the way his cock responds to our kiss, swelling and thickening between us.
The immediacy of his response sends a little thrill through me. Throughout all the ups and downs I’ve been through with these men, I’ve never had to doubt whether Frost wants me, and the proof of that fact throbbing against my lower belly makes my core ache with desire.
As I open my mouth, my tongue tangling with his, he thrusts against my stomach a little, grinding his cock against me like he can’t help himself. He’s unpracticed in this—I was his first, something that still fucking floors me—but the lack of finesse on his part isn’t a turn-off. If anything, it makes me even hungrier for him.
I know I’m not the first woman Kian fucked, or Malix either. And that’s okay. I slept with plenty of guys before I met them, so it’s only fair, I guess.
But I like knowing that I’ll get all of Frost’s firsts. I like knowing that after all the bullshit he’s been through, all the pain he doesn’t deserve, I get to be the one who shows him the other side of that coin—the pleasure that can maybe balance out some of the pain.
“Amora…”
He groans my name against my lips, and I grin, burying my hands in his wet hair and pressing against him even more, letting him hump against my body as he nearly bows me backward with the force of his kiss.
His cock is fully hard now, thick and smooth like a velvet covered rod between us, and I’m overcome by the sudden urge to look at it. To touch it.
So I do, stepping backward out of Frost’s embrace. He looks startled by the loss of my touch, but he makes a soft growling noise when he sees my gaze drop to his crotch. His cock, already jutting out from his body, jerks a little in response to my attention, and I bite my lip to hide my hungry grin.
I want that.
I want all of this man.
Dragging my gaze back up to Frost’s face, I let my smile break free. “I want to go down on you. Is that okay? I want to put your cock in my mouth.”
He swallows. The movement of his throat is clearly visible as his Adam’s apple bobs. Then he nods—one short, sharp jerk of his chin.
That’s all I need.
Dropping to my knees on the shower floor, I let the water pour down over my head and shoulders as I run my hands up Frost’s muscular legs. They tense under my touch, turning hard as steel, and my pussy throbs.
“You can show me what you like,” I murmur, leaning in a little to dart my tongue out and drag it over the tip of his cock. “I don’t know what kinds of things you enjoy most, so you can tell me when I get it right, if you want.”
“Okay.”
Frost’s voice is a low rasp, and I glance up, blinking water out of my eyelashes to see him gazing down at me with a rapt, almost awed look on his face.
“Usually, when I give a blowjob, I like to start a little slow,” I tell him. As I speak, I wrap my fist around the base of his cock, angling it toward my lips a little. Then I drag my tongue over his smooth, rounded head.
“Ahhh…”
Frost groans, a long, low sound. It sounds almost tortured, but in a good way—like he’s realizing just how intense some kinds of pleasure can be.
“I like to use my hand and my mouth,” I continue, showing him what I mean by wrapping my lips around him and bobbing my head a few times, moving my fist along with it.
“God. Amora.” He practically grunts those words, his hips jerking toward my face.
“Do you like that?” I murmur.
“Yes.”
“Good,” I purr, heat blazing through my body at the rough sound of his voice.
I stop narrating what I’m doing then, because I don’t want to pull my mouth away from him long enough to speak. Instead, I just show him, using every trick I’ve ever learned to push his pleasure higher and higher.
My fist grips him tightly as I hollow my cheeks and slide up and down his length, and when I bring my other hand up to play with the heavy sack between his legs, I feel his knees buckle a little. He growls, gripping my hair as if he’s trying to steady himself, and I take that as a sign to continue.
I play with his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers before pulling off his cock with a wet slurp so I can lick and suck at them too, teasing him until he’s muttering curses under his breath and shifting his hips.
When I return to his cock, he thrusts deeper as soon as my lips wrap around him, and heat flares inside me at his caveman-like response to my touch. His hand grips my hair tighter, and he starts to fuck my face, driving his cock deeper into my throat.
I’ve never had much of a gag reflex, but this is testing my limits. Tears burn in the corners of my eyes, and I drop my hold on his cock, gripping his hips instead as I let him use me for his pleasure.
Water is cascading over my face, and I keep having to blink droplets out of my eyelashes. Every once in a while, Frost draws back a little, and I suck in a lungful of air when he does, but I’m low on oxygen. It makes my head swim a little, but rather than sending panic through me, it gives me a strange sense of euphoria.
Being used by Frost as he chases the pleasure that’s been denied to him for basically his whole life isn’t terrifying.
It’s… freeing.