“Please, Nick. Fuck me.” I pant.
“Not going to take me like normal?” He asks.
I drop to my knees at the challenge and lick from his balls to the tip of his cock. Nick groans and nods. I spread my lips around the head, sucking and licking hungrily. I’m running on limited sleep, a whole lot of frustration, and zero patience.
Nick groans as I take him deeper, feeling him slide over my tongue and touch the back of my throat. I gag and pop off, ready to go again, but he pulls me up and spins me so my hands are on the cool tile of the wall.
“How am I supposed to resist that?” He groans in my ear.
“You’re not.” I pant, rubbing my ass against him.
He gives in, thrusting deep inside me. I rock forward on my toes, then come back as he pushes into me again. I groan and look over my shoulder. Watching his face as he fucks me, water stroking over our skin, rolling over the muscled planes of his chest and abdomen.
“Fuck, Nick.” I groan as he hits that deep pleasure point inside me.
His eyes meet mine and burn through me. He reaches around and rubs my clit as he rolls his hips, grinding against me. My eyes flutter shut and roll back as a smile teases my lips. He feels so good. His chest rubbing my back, his cock filling my pussy over and over again as his fingers stroke over my clit.
Then he changes the norm. He spreads his two fingers, rubbing right next to my clit, on either side. My lips part and a low moan comes up from my chest, echoing in the bathroom. My legs shake and threaten to give out as he does it again.
“Nick!” I whimper.
“I have you, love.” He promises, wrapping his other arm just under my breasts.
Every brush of his body on mine, every thrust of his hips, every half there touch spreads a wildfire that sizzles all the way across my nerves. Jesus, he feels good. So fucking good. My head falls back, resting on his shoulder and he kisses across my neck, sucking and licking until I can’t think of anything but him.
“I love you.” I chant with every thrust of his body. “I fucking love you.”
His husky groan brushes my ear and I fall over the edge, stars dancing in front of my closed eyes as I struggle to avoid slipping. Nick jerks out of me at the last second and comes on my ass. He kisses the nape of my neck, and then I feel the gentlest pressure of his teeth against my skin.
A shiver slithers down my spine and I bite my lip to try and hide my moan. Nick spins me so quickly, I lose my footing and we both go down. He catches me, but groans, and not the sexy kind that we just had on replay.
“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry. Nick!” I brush my fingers over his head, trying to find the pain.
“Your elbow, Soph.”
I can already see the red mark on his side. I gasp and get off him, nearly slipping again. “Nick! Oh fuck. Fuck.”
He chuckles and slowly pulls himself up. “It’s alright. It happens with shower sex.”
“You have to stand all day today. What if I bruised a rib! What if something’s broken?” I turn off the water and wave my hands around the deepening mark on his side. I shake my head and take a step back, so afraid of making it worse.
“We’re okay.” He promises. “It’s a bruise. I’ve had worse. The recoil from a sniper rifle is worse.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, but let’s delay painting. Come play nurse instead.”
I nod, get dressed, and run to get ice. By the time Roman and the other guys wake up, Nick has a bruise bigger than my elbow. I keep worrying over him, but they all tell me that they’ve had worse.
Gunner finally smacks his knee. “Let’s go see if we have a wedding to get to.”
Holden decides to take care of that while Roman tries to pry me from Nick’s side. “Twenty minutes of ice, Bambina. No more.”
When Holden gives the thumbs up, I get four kisses, and then I’m alone. I grab my dress and text my mom to join me. She has a few spritzers while enjoying the view from our room. I get plenty of sass when it comes to the hot tub on the balcony and the unmade pullout bed.
“It was just easier.” I insist. “They all needed to get up and rushing up and down the hall didn’t make any sense.”
“Sure.” She winks.