Bad Boy Blues(93)

Once I’m done, I turn him back around and position him under the spray. I get all the soap off, go on my tiptoes to massage his scalp. I circle and rub his muscles until the water runs clean.

Zach opens his eyes, water rivering down his face, and he pushes his hair back, all sparkly and washed.

Looking into his eyes, I come down on my knees once again.

His chest swells as he stares at me with dominance and possession. Something about that makes me so horny for him. So hungry to bring him relief.

I take him in my mouth. He’s been hard all through this, hard and leaking and I can’t let him take it anymore. His shaft looks pissed off and I need to soothe it.

Balancing my hands on his hard thighs, I suck his dick.

His clean, musky taste makes me want to close my lids and savor this but I don’t want to lose our contact. The connection.

But what I can do is moan over his length so he can feel the vibrations. And I do that.

I moan and suck and blink up at him with needy eyes. I open my mouth wide, wide, wider until I’m inhaling almost every inch of him.

And over me, he’s tensing. His abs flex and he shifts on his feet, restless. His groans are louder than the splash of water against his back and the tub. His fists are getting tighter in my hair and over my shoulder.

Before long, he’s thrusting inside my mouth like he’d thrust inside my cunt.

He’s taking his pleasure from me instead of me giving it to him. And that’s the highest kind of pleasure I can grant him: letting him take from me.

I rake my nails down his thighs, up his juddering stomach. I go back and dig my nails in his hard ass, making the globes twitch.

Then, I do something that I never thought I’d do in a million years.

I trace the crease between his hard, muscular cheeks, finding that dark hole.

Zach stiffens over me, his thrusts in my mouth losing their rhythm. But I take over the job again. I move my mouth, taking him in and out as my thumb circles his tight, clenching hole.

With my other hand, I palm his balls again, squeeze them, tug at them and rub my finger over the delicate perineum. It makes him go up on his toes and palm my right tit.

My heart’s beating against my chest so hard at the illicit way I’m touching him. The way he’s tightened up and twitching and grunting.

God.

It’s the hottest thing ever.

It gives me the courage to pop my wet, slippery thumb inside of him, inside his tight hole, while vacuuming his cock in my mouth with a long, harsh suck.

And with a big jerk of his body, he spurts on my tongue.

But if I thought he’d let me set the pace, I was wrong. He grips my hair and pulls my mouth off with one hand while the other grabs the base of his spasming dick.

Zach aims at it at my chest and I arch my spine and push my breasts for him to come on. His hand circles his cock and he strokes, strokes, strokes, spilling his cum all over my tits.

White creamy ropes cover me and slide down the slope, plopping over my nipples. I don’t know what to watch, his orgasm on my body or him, panting and vibrating.

When he’s done, he opens his heavy lids.

Our eyes connect again, mine submissive and in love and his mean and dominating.

Clenching his jaw, he picks me up and forces me to stand. Panting, I look up at his harsh face.

“You think you can touch what I didn’t give you?” he growls.

I hold on to his shoulders. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”

He studies me for a beat and presses a short, hard kiss on my mouth. “Yeah? Well, I hope you’re ready then.”

“Ready for what?”

“Ready to really see what it means to serve me.”

Zach doesn’t give me the time to absorb his words before he changes our positions, then spins me around.

I’m facing that tiled wall now, the stream of the shower running down my back. I turn around to look at him when Zach grabs my hips and pulls me back, grinding his dick in the crease of my ass.

“What’re you going to do to me?” I ask with a tinge of trepidation and a whole lot of excitement.

He runs his open mouth along the column of my neck. “I think you know.”

I arch up against his dick that hasn’t gone soft even after his climax. “Fuck me?”

“Yeah. That’s for sure.”

Something makes me ask him, “Where?”

His hands rub over my stomach, go down to cup my pussy in one sweep before traveling up to squeeze my breast. “In your ass.”

I shudder against him and bring my arms up and back, fisting his drenched hair. “Okay.”

“Okay, huh? Is that why you pulled that move on me, Blue? Was that your way of telling me? You wanted to get fucked in the ass.”

I rub my thighs together. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Pinching my nipple, he warns, “But then, this isn’t about you now, is it? You’re here to serve me. Take care of me.”

Biting my lip, I nod. “Yes. It’s about you. Whatever you say goes.”

“It does.” He kisses my cheek lightly, so in contrast with how he’s humping my ass and twisting my nipple. “So I say that I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. But I’m also going to fuck your tight snatch.”

“Oh God…” I moan out when he utters that word.

That dirty, filthy, nasty word. The word that really makes me feel like his slut, a maid hired just to serve him and his base needs.