“Let me go, dickhead.”
“Later. Right now, I need help cleaning up.”
Spinning her around, I push her up against the tiled wall and slam my lips down on hers once more as the water soaks her through.
She resists again, but she can’t keep it up this time, and after a few seconds, her body relaxes against mine and her lips part, letting me in.
“Yes, Siren,” I groan into her kiss. “You know the only real way to clean up my dick is with your sinful mouth.”
She arches from the wall as a groan of need rumbles deep in her throat. Wrapping my hand around her thigh, I hitch her leg up around my waist, allowing me the space I need between her thighs to grind against her.
“More,” I moan, gathering up the wet fabric of her dress and dragging it up her body.
Our kiss breaks for as long as it takes for me to pull it over her head, and long before it lands at our feet with a wet slap, we’ve collided once more.
It’s been like this between us since that first night.
Addictive and never fucking enough.
Her bra hits the tray, my hands lifting to palm her breasts and pinch her nipples, making her moan with need.
“Tell me how badly you need my cock, Siren.”
“Nico,” she whimpers as I continue to grind against her, building her higher and higher without even really touching her.
Right before she’s at the point of no return, I drop her leg and step back.
“What the— You fucking cock.”
A smirk curls at my lips, and for the first time since I woke and found her here, I’m starting to feel like my old self.
“I thought you already knew, Siren,” I warn, my voice low and raspy. “I’m worse than that.” I drop to my knees before her, water bouncing off my back as I stare up at her.
Her chest heaves, her insane tits holding my attention for long seconds before I finally rip my eyes away in favour of capturing hers.
“The only place you’re coming before I get my dick inside you is on my face.”
A startled shriek rips from her throat as I suddenly drag her leggings and knickers down her legs. The flimsy fabric of her leggings rips long before I get to her knees and it turns me into a savage.
Pulling harder, I shred the rest of her clothing from her body, leaving her standing there in just a pair of socks.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, lifting one of her soaked feet from the ground. I throw her leg over my shoulder and dive for her cunt.
The second her taste explodes on my tongue, I fully embrace that old part of myself that seems to come alive when we’re like this.
“NICO,” Bri screams above me as I suck hard on her clit. Her fingers sink into my wet hair and twist, trying to drag me closer. “Fuck. Yes. Make me come, baby,” she demands like the desperate little whore she is.
Shifting a little, I push her leg up wider for better access and thrust three fingers inside her without any warning.
She screams for me as I set a brutal pace, sending her into a frenzy as I push her right to the edge of release and pull her back just as fast.
“Nico, you cunt. Let me come,” she barks, her grip on my hair turning brutal. But I don’t give a fuck. She can rip it all out, for all I care. All I want right now is for this to never, ever fucking end.
This is better than alcohol. Than drugs. Than fucking anything.
Just her, that’s all I—
“NICO. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK,” she screams as I rub against her G-spot just so and send her crashing over the edge.