Chapter Nine
When Kayla stood up on tiptoes and kissed him, her tongue brushing against his parted lips, Cooper knew their relationship ruse was a done deal. For better or for worse, they were doing this. He closed his arms around her, shoving down the blanket she’d wrapped around her shoulders earlier, until she stood in front of him as naked as he was.
Then he lifted her up over the tub and into the shower, not breaking contact with her mouth the whole way, even as he climbed in with her. When she hit the wall, he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and surged against him, rubbing his cock between her legs. Desire pooled in his gut, fueled with a bout of desperation.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him tighter against her chest. The water cascaded over them, rolling down her neck and over her pink nipples. F*ck, that was a sight for sore eyes, right there.
One he never wanted to forget.
“Put me down,” she demanded.
She wiggled in his arms, and he did as she requested. When he dropped her legs from his waist, she put her hands on his chest and backed him into the shower stream. He let her, because why the hell not? Whatever she had planned was sure to be beneficial to them both. She stood up on tiptoe, brushing her hard nipples against him teasingly, and she kissed him again.
He hissed in a deep breath as she slid her hand between their bodies and brushed her fingers against his cock. “You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, his jaw tight.
She grinned. “Perhaps. But I promise that you’ll enjoy every second of it.”
“I never doubted it.”
The water ran down her forehead and made her long lashes spiky, drawing attention to her heated gaze. He gripped her waist, pulling her closer so he could touch her, but she slapped his hold off. “I’m in charge.”
“We’ll see about that,” he said, his hold on her tight and his cock hurting from how hard he was. “But I’ll allow it…for now.”
She trailed her fingers down the thin line of hair that led to his cock. “Something tells me you like to be in charge at all times. Am I right?”
He flexed his jaw. “You’re right.”
“Hm. We’ll have to fix that.” She closed her hand over his shaft. “Sometimes it’s nice to let go.”
She released her hold on him and maneuvered him out of the shower stream. Then she picked up a washcloth and squirted some soap on it. He stood completely still and let her do what she wanted. She ran the washcloth over his chest then scrubbed his hard nipples. He hissed again and clenched his fists tighter, need building in his gut.
Yep. She was going to f*cking kill him.
When she spun him around to face the wall, he glanced at her in confusion. He’d rather be watching her, damn it. “Kayla.”
“Shh.” Behind him, she trailed her fingers over his hard stomach, letting her wrist brush his cock, but nothing more. “Hands up on the wall.”
Incredulous, he shot her a look over his shoulder. “Are you f*cking kidding me?”
She pursed her lips and didn’t say anything. As a matter of fact, she stared him the f*ck down. Finally, after an internal struggle with himself, he turned back around and placed his hands on the wall. Leaning in, she washed his back, then moved the soapy washcloth over his ass. She cupped the muscles there as she rubbed her wet breasts against him.
That was enough.
He turned around, sweeping her into his arms and regaining control. She’d had her fun—now it was his turn to play. His mouth swooped down on hers, refusing to be told no. He cupped her ass and started to lift her against the wall, but she pulled free and shook her head.
“I’m not done yet,” she breathed.
“Kayla…” He dropped his forehead to hers. “If you don’t stop this torment soon, payback will be a bitch.”
“Then I guess I better earn it, huh?” Sinking to her knees, she looked up at him through her lashes. “Don’t move if you want to be inside of my mouth.”
He stared down at her, his cock begging for what she was about to do. He didn’t move a muscle. “F*ck yeah, I want it.”
With the washcloth, she rubbed his balls, taking her sweet time. By the time she was finished, he was panting erratically and his eyes were shut, and he was ready to beg.
Him. Begging. He didn’t f*cking beg, for Christ’s sakes.
Dropping the washcloth, she pulled him forward into the water again. Once all traces of soap were gone, she ran her fingers over his cock. Then she flicked her tongue against the head, cupping his balls with her hands, and sucked him in so deeply he almost died.
He froze, his hands entwined in her wet locks. “Kayla.”
“I know.” She ran her tongue up his cock, from the bottom to the tip, and he groaned. The noise sounded way too tortured for his liking. She was trying to break him…and succeeding. “But it hurts so good, doesn’t it, Cooper?”
Her pink tongue darted out against his cock, driving him insane. Her eyes met his, and then she licked him again, this time running her tongue up his whole length. His voice raspy and rough, he said, “Do that again.”
She did, and then she flicked her tongue over him, this time closing her fingers around him and squeezing. Swirling her tongue over the head of his cock, she took him deep into her mouth, sucking gently, and he almost came right then and there.
His thighs trembled and he collapsed against the shower wall, inviting the cold tile against his back. Maybe it would help him keep his head. But then she moaned and took him in even deeper. Without giving her a warning, he picked her up and set her on her feet, leaving about a foot between them.
When she took a step toward him, her eyes on his cock, he held a hand out. “No. I’m not coming in your mouth, damn it. When I come, I’ll be buried so deep in your p-ssy that you’ll forget what it feels like to not have me inside of you.”
She bit down on that lusciously swollen bottom lip of hers. “God, yes.”
“And you’ll be screaming that, too.” He spun her around, his hands roaming over her full breasts, and then he pressed her forward against the cool tile wall. Just like she’d done to him. “Now it’s my turn to play, sweetheart.”
He slapped her ass lightly, then nibbled on her neck. She cried out and squeezed her legs together. “Oh my God.”
He slapped her ass again, then spun her around to face him. Next, he framed her face with his hands and kissed her, devouring her mouth hungrily. She gripped his forearms as she returned his kiss.
Her tongue danced with his and a soft cry escaped her. He grabbed the washcloth she’d used earlier and slid it over her shoulder, slow and gentle. He squeezed her nipples through the fabric, tugging on them until she whimpered. Then he ripped his lips from hers and washed her stomach, his fingers dipping close to her *, but not touching her. She needed to wait for that a little while longer after those tricks she’d played earlier.
Payback was a bitch.
He nibbled on her neck and ran the washcloth over her wet curls, then traced the curve of her ass. Man, he loved that ass of hers.
“Now,” she demanded, lifting her leg so he could wash it. “Please.”
He washed her inner thigh, slowly inching up to her p-ssy. Dropping her leg, he lifted her other one. “Not yet.”
Lowering his head, he closed his mouth around her nipple and scraped his teeth against it. She cradled the back of his head, pulling him closer. He dropped to his knees and nibbled at her hip, dipping the washcloth between her legs. Loving the way she looked from down here, all soapy wet and glistening.
He saw her knees tremble and she spread her legs more. Every touch, every caress, sent her closer to the edge—he knew it.
He rubbed his thumb against her *, massaging her in slow circles, and her knees gave out. He saved her from hitting the floor with his free arm, supporting her weight since she couldn’t at the moment. When she regained her footing, he stood and rinsed her off, then slammed his fist down on the shower knob, shutting off the water.
He picked her up and deposited her in front of the sink—and the mirror. Reaching past her, he grabbed a condom off the counter and rolled it on, his gaze locked with hers. “I’m going to f*ck you, and I want you to watch the whole time.”
She bit down hard on her lip and whimpered. She tried to hide it, but he heard it.
“But first…” He dropped to his knees in front of her and licked her, closing his eyes as he did. Her p-ssy tasted so f*cking sweet. He gripped her hips and swirled his tongue against her *, pressing deeper. Harder. She let out a cry, her hands digging into his scalp.
He lifted her hips a little more and increased the pressure with each swirl of his tongue, and then she went still, one word bursting out of her lips like a prayer. “Cooper.”
She wasn’t allowed to crash. She needed to keep soaring.
He stood, spun her so she was bent forward sprawled across the sink, and then slammed inside of her. Their gazes locked in the mirror, her flushed cheeks and swollen lips nearly sending him over the edge. He cupped her breasts, his thumb tweaking her nipples, as he moved inside of her with a desperation he’d never felt before.
F*ck, she was hot.
He withdrew and thrust forward again, groaning when her p-ssy clenched down on him. She was coming, and he was right there with her. He reached around her and pressed his thumb against her *, applying a light pressure, and drove home inside her.
“Oh my God,” she cried out.
His whole body gave way, and his cock jerked as he came. He buried his face in her neck, his arms tight around her. The pleasure shattered him into a million f*cking pieces, and he collapsed against her back, making sure to put his weight on the sink instead of on her.
“F*ck.”
He held her tight, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against her back. He couldn’t help but realize that for the first time ever…
He didn’t want to let a woman go.