Frigid Affair(12)

He scratched his head. “For a second I assumed you were going to compliment me. Now I feel like the only guy left for the job. You really know how to make a man feel wanted.”

I let a cackle slip out. “I’m sorry. I suppose I tell it like it is.” I took my finger and looped it into the hem of his pants. He stepped closer, breaking the distance between us. There wasn’t time to look in the mirror and tell myself how inappropriate my mother would say I was acting. This was my life, and parts of me were tired of being neglected. I needed to feel something other than alone, even if only for a little while. “How about we take off these clothes before the warm water runs out?”

His hand latched onto my chin, bringing it up until I could feel his lips grazing over mine. “If you want someone to give it to you good, I can be your guy. I just need you to make me a promise.”

I whispered. “Sure.”

“You can’t hold back. I know we’re battling sleep deprivation, and at some point we’re going to crash, albeit I don’t have anywhere else to be, at least for the next ten or so hours. Let’s forget who we are and what happened in the past. Tonight, it’s just us. If you can do that, I’ll be whatever you need me to be. I want this to happen. I didn’t think I would, but I can’t resist giving you what you want, not when I need it too.” With regard to what he said, I tried to read his expression. He seemed like he was battling demons, and I wasn’t in the mood to stop and ask if he wanted to talk about it. We weren’t friends. I couldn’t help him. I’d run away from everything, proving to be a poor example of a person who could deal with struggles.

I nodded in response. “That won’t be a problem.” It was true. I hadn’t had sex in so long that I knew I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else. My heart was racing and I felt like I was going to pass out, not at all from the smoke inhalation either. I was elated with excitement for what was about to occur between us, almost to the extent of losing consciousness.

“Would it be terrible if I asked you to kiss me now?”

He grinned. “Would it be bad if I wanted you to?”

I shook my head, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. I was so nervous, like it was my first time being this close to a man. “This is probably a terrible idea.”

“Are you reconsidering?” He inquired, even though I could tell he didn’t want me to.

“No. It’s not that.”

“Amantha, I’m not here to judge you or make you remember what happened. We all have our demons. Let’s make that deal to forget it all, just for tonight.”

“Now that I can handle,” I managed to say.

When his lips hit mine, I couldn’t react fast enough. Our mouths crashed together, his tongue dragging over mine until I reciprocated. His hands traveled from my waist to my back, lifting the fabric as he went. He wanted me naked. I began yanking his pants down, desperate to have him in equal form. When we backed into the shower, I hardly noticed the luke warm temperature. Easton’s kisses were seductive, fully loaded with motivation to carry on. He lifted me up, pressing my bare ass against the tile wall. The cold ceramic sent chills over my body, and as I leaned back I could sense my nipples hardening as he took me in. To secure the way he was holding me, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, rocking my hips hard as he teased my entrance. His hard shaft was unknown to me, but not for long. I let my legs relax, slipping out of his grip. With little regard for how he would respond, I sunk down to my knees to get a better look. I wanted to know what was about to overwhelm me. His thick erection was impressive. I gripped his shaft and started jerking it, using the water as an easy way to slide my palms around. “Just to warn you, I like it rough. I hope you can appreciate what I’m about to give you, because I promise it will be the best you’ve ever had.” My confidence left him curious, but only until I made my next move.

I didn’t always boast about my abilities to please men, but in this circumstance I had nothing to lose. He wouldn’t complain. There was no backing out, not when we’d gotten to this point. I wanted him to remember this night, to appreciate how hard I worked to give him the utmost satisfaction.

This time he was the one backing up against the wall, throwing his head back and savoring the way it felt when my wet lips sucked him into my awaiting mouth. His girth was thick, and I could tell each time my lips withdrew he was getting extreme pleasure. I licked his tip, tasting the water as it sprayed over my face.

He took a wad of my hair in his fist, drawing my head back as he spoke. “You act as if you like sucking dick?”

I licked my lips and nodded. “I do. Is that going to be a problem for you?” I asked in a seductive tone.

“Hell no. Drag your teeth over my cock. Jerk me harder.”

Many women would be turned off from his orders, but I got worked up over it. I wanted to be a bad girl, because it only made it hotter. While taking him back into my mouth, roughly yanking on his erection simultaneously, I reached my free hand down and circled my clit with one finger. Just one flick and I was weak. It had been too long since I experienced physical contact.

Easton began to thrust along with my movements. He kept ahold of my hair, controlling the speed I worked. Every time he moaned I applied pressure to my clit, taking myself to the brink of orgasm without allowing it to happen. When I could feel him backing up, removing himself from my mouth, I awaited his new order.