“Is that a giant cat?” Aurora asks.
“What the hell. Is that Leonard?”
People start popping up in the doorway asking questions. Barrow turns around and shuts the door in everyone’s face, telling them he’s got it handled.
“That was rude.” I let out a small laugh.
“You’re not dressed,” he points out. That magical mouth of his is set in a firm line. I look down at myself, realizing I’m only in his shirt. That only makes me smile more. That normally would have been something I would’ve noticed. But I’ve been a little distracted with Leonard.
I’m not shy about a lot of things, but I am about my body. After Barrow spent a few hours showing me how much he enjoyed every inch of it with his mouth, I found myself feeling less insecure around him. He makes me feel sexy. His compliments and the fact that he always seems to be so turned on when he’s with me has made me more comfortable in my own skin. So much so that I hadn't tried to hide because of what I had on when everyone popped up in the doorway. It hadn’t even been a thought in my head to cover myself.
“I like my outfit,” I tease him, trying to get him to relax. Leonard rubs himself on my bare leg, causing me to giggle.
“Stop rubbing on her.” He glares at Leonard, which only makes it seem as though he’s jealous. That only makes me laugh harder.
“Are you jealous of sweet little Leonard?”
“Sweet? He’s trying to mark you with his scent.” Barrow glares at Leonard. I bend down and kiss him on top of the head. He stretches, then lumbers out of the room.
“I think it’syourscent that’s all over me.”
He grabs for me, easily lifting me into his arms. I love how dainty he makes me feel. I’d also be a liar if I didn’t admit how much I love when he digs his fingers into me when he grabs me. It makes me love my curves.
“How about I wash it off you and put it back on?”
I answer him with my mouth, kissing him. I feel him moving, but his kiss never falters as he turns on the shower before sitting me down on the counter in the bathroom. He pulls his shirt up over his head, tossing it away. I do the same, wanting to be bold. I get the reaction I want. His eyes turn hungry, and I can see how badly he wants me.
“Take off the rest of it.” I nod to his pants. He smirks as he pulls off his clothes until we’re both naked. I stare at his cock. I knew he was big. I felt his cock pressed against me, but believing and seeing are too different things. He’s going to have to work to get himself inside me. It should scare me, but it doesn't. I only get more turned on, which makes me wiggle closer to him. I trust that Barrow will handle me with care, so I’m not worried in the least.
“It’s all yours. You do this to me.” His hand wraps around his cock, and he gives himself a few strokes. I watch as a small drop of cum starts to leak from him. I reach out to catch it by grazing my thumb against the head of his cock before bringing it to my mouth. He sucks in a breath.
“You’re trying to kill me.” He grabs for me. I wrap around him instantly. He steps into the shower with me in his arms. I wiggle against him, wanting him to put me down, but he doesn't. I nip his bottom lip. “I still owe you a spanking,” he reminds me.
“I want to explore you. It’s only fair.” Part of me wishes I could stay this way forever. Enjoying the feel of his skin against mine. Aurora is the closest person to me in the world, but this is a different kind of close I’m feeling with Barrow. I’m really starting to understand how Clover and Aurora fell in love so quickly. I don’t want to walk away from this, either. “Please.” I kiss his neck.
“You don’t have to beg, but it's hot as hell when you do it.” He slowly lets me down until my toes touch the ground. I grab the loofah and soap and start washing his body.
“You would have made a killing in Hollywood. Would have given Chris Evans a run for his money.”
“Why? You got a thing for him?”
I duck my head to hide my smile. I shouldn’t enjoy his jealous moments over me, but I do.
“I’ve met him, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you.” That’s the truth. Barrow has something about him that makes him different than every other man I’ve ever met. I’m not sure what it is really, but it’s there. I’ve felt it from the moment our eyes locked.
Then he started taking care of me, which only added to his appeal. I’m the one who usually does that. It’s not that Clover and Aurora wouldn't do anything under the moon they could if I asked, but Barrow did it as if it was second nature to him to take care of me. It’s something I’ve never had before. At least not on this level.
My fingers itch to touch him, so I ditch the loofah. I trail my finger down his stomach until I get to his cock. I wrap my hand around him, trying to mimic his movements from earlier when he’d stroked himself. He lets out a low groan that’s a mixture of both pain and pleasure as I move my hand faster. I’m getting more turned on by the second as I continue to watch his reaction.
“What would you say if I told you that this is the first cock I’ve ever touched?”
“Are you trying to make me come in your hand?”
“Maybe. I do want to see you come.” I lick my bottom lip. I want him to come in my mouth. If you would have told me a week ago I’d be having that thought about a man I would have laughed. “I want to make you come the same way you made me.” Before he can say anything or protest, I drop to my knees in front of him. “I’m a fast learner.”
“Fuck.” He reaches out to brace one arm on the shower wall. “I’m going to enjoy anything you do to me, beautiful.” I give him a few more strokes before I lick the head of his cock, getting one more taste of him before I suck the head into my mouth. The sound that comes from him makes the throb between my thighs turn almost painful. I slip my hand between my legs, my fingers going for my clit to help ease the ache.
“You’re so turned on by sucking my cock that you have to touch yourself?” He asks the question like that’s impossible.