Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“Your turn,” I say when he’s done.
I soap him down, paying careful attention to his cock. The shower gel makes the water run a reddish brown as I wash him. My grip makes him hard, and my clit is sparking again at the sight. Damage be damned.
I keep his cock in my grip, soaping his shaft up and down.
“I think my pussy needs another clean,” I say. “It feels dirty.”
Oh, his smirk.
“Are you telling me you’re horny again already? I’m impressed.”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
“I’d better take a look, then.”
He drops to his knees, and I open my legs, despite the pain. His tongue piercing has me bracing myself against the glass of the shower screen, and he keeps a slow rhythm against my clit, circling me as the water splashes. I could never get enough of him. Never.
He doesn’t finger me, or spread me, just gentle tongue strokes over my clit, little nudges that soon have me gripping his hair and writhing into his face.
I’m still panting from a fresh orgasm when he gets back up and kisses me. I foam my hands back up and I work his cock, loving how he thrusts between them.
“That’s it,” he says. “Grip me tight. Nice and tight. Like that… you’re so fucking good.”
I glow inside as he tips his head back and closes his eyes, bracing himself as I work his beautiful cock.
“Faster,” he says, and I can’t help grinning at the sight of his swollen dick in my hands as I pick up the pace.
He tenses, one hand against the tiles, and I feel the tremble run through him before his cock pulses and spurts. It’s such a waste to watch his cum wash away down the plughole.
He sighs in relief, then pulls me in for a hug, both of us relaxing in each other’s arms, warm and clean as the shower keeps running.
He brushes my ear with his lips.
“How about you stay with me until you get the keys to your apartment? No point travelling back and forth across the city. We both know I’ll be inviting you over at every opportunity.”
I pull away to meet his eyes, because shit. That came from nowhere, but he’s so steady about it. No pretence whatsoever.
“And we both know I’ll be accepting your invitations,” I reply. “But seriously, are you sure?”
“Deadly.”
I run my hand down his chest. “This isn’t a charity gig because you know I live in a shithole, is it?”
“No, not at all. I’m being realistic.” He smirks. “And it would be an honour. We’ll be having one hell of a lot of fun until you get your keys.”
“Very true. It would definitely save on cab fair and carbon emissions.”
“Is it a yes, then?”
I feel like I’m divebombing again, but I can’t help myself.
“It’s a yes.”
He laughs. “Thank fuck for that. I’d have looked a total fucking idiot if you said no.”
“I’d be a total fucking idiot to say no.” I pause. “I’ll need to go and get some stuff. I’ve got proposals coming up, and I can’t just wear a ballgown until I get my apartment keys.”
“I’ll come with you. I’m always here to lend a hand.”
The thought of him seeing my filthy house gives me the ick, so I shake my head.
“You don’t need to do that.”
“I don’t care. I want to. I don’t want you having to lug a suitcase with a sore ass, anyway.”
I sigh. “It’s a shithole, believe me.”
“I’ll have seen worse. Believe me.”
I reach up to stroke his cheek with my thumb. “You’re amazing, you know that? Don’t you have a proposal tomorrow night, though? You’ll be knackered.”
“Again, I’ll have done worse.”
He dries me down, and it’s a heavenly sensation to feel so adored. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve felt this way.
Which is why I need to know this is really real, and I’m not opening myself up to another round of hurt. I couldn’t take it again.
I want to face the truth and set off on the right footing – for him as well as me.
“What?” Josh asks. “I can see your brain whirring.”
If I want the truth to shine through, why gloss over it?
“I’m just, I dunno,” I shrug. “Wary.”
“Yeah, same goes for me. I think we’ve both been shafted and left for dry. It’s not a pleasant experience.”
I meet his eyes. “No. It really isn’t.”
He hangs the towel on the rail.
“Want to get the conversation out of the way? Let us both know what we’re dealing with here? Cards on the table?”
I’m so glad it’s him who has suggested it and not me. I’m clearly not the only one who wants to get the elephant out of the room.
“Sounds great.”
He laughs. “Yeah, brilliant fun. Can’t wait.” I love the sarcasm in his smirk. Love the way he holds me tight. “Let’s do it. All on the table, right from the start.”