Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)(87)

She shakes her head slightly as she turns in my arms, so we’re facing each other. “Just something Dr. Faber said earlier.”

“Did you tell her about me?” I cup her jaw. “Not that you need to talk about it, if it’s hard.”

“No, it’s okay,” she says. “I told her. She approves.”

“I’m glad.”

She smiles. I love the way she smiles at me when we’re alone. It’s like she’s giving me part of herself, a little slice of the sunshine that lives inside her soul. I run my thumb over her lower lip, then groan, as I always do, when she bites down.

“Did you really mean what you said earlier?” she asks.

“I’m no liar.” Hell, this girl could tell me she wants to fuck me, and I’d take her to Dark Allure to pick out a strap-on. We’ve mostly finished her list, so maybe it’s time to make a new one together. I’ve never been scared when it comes to sex, and I’m not scared now. “That massage oil I like is in the corner next to the shampoo.”

Her smile turns sly. She tosses her wet hair, made several shades darker by the water, over her shoulder—and then sinks to her knees. “Sebastian must love that.”

“He thinks it’s beard oil.”

She bursts into laughter as she reaches back and grabs it. “Why is it here?”

“Because I can’t get you off my goddamn mind, and at least in the shower, I have some privacy.” I steady her as she works to get the cap off the bottle. “Tell me if the tile hurts your knee too much.”

She just waves her hand. “I’m fine.”

“It hurts worse when you’re cold.”

She looks up at me, dragging her teeth over her lip as she pumps my cock with one delicate hand. “I’m not cold anymore.”

I brace one hand flat against the shower wall, then sink the other into her hair. The water pounds on my back, making me groan as much as the first touch of Penny’s lips to my cock. She kisses me all over, then mouths at the head, doing that swirling thing with her tongue that makes my balls tighten.

“Fucking hell.”

She pulls off deliberately. “Don’t you mean heaven?”

The cheesiness makes me snort. She laughs before going back to work, taking me deep into her throat. I’m so focused on the sensations, how warm, wet, and tight she feels, that I’m not expecting the press of her finger against my asshole. It’s slick with oil, rubbing in a way that adds a new level to the sensations already running through me. I choke out a groan, bracing myself more firmly against the tile.

She pulls off. “Is this okay?” she asks, pressing the tip of her finger up into me just slightly.

I tug at her hair sharply. It feels odd, but not in a bad way. “Yeah, sweetheart. Keep going.”

She works her finger in the rest of the way, torturously slow, lavishing my cock with attention all the while. When she crooks it, she brushes against my prostate, and I grunt, just barely resisting the urge to shove down her throat. She gets the hint anyway, taking me all the way as she explores that spot inside me. She even adds a second finger; there’s a moment of discomfort, but then it washes into everything else. I’ve only massaged myself here from the outside, and I thought that felt good, but this is on a completely different level. It sparks deep waves of pleasure that leave me near panting, on the verge of coming right down her throat. She doesn’t let up, either, on a mission to fucking torture the one of the best orgasms of my life right out of me.

I shut my eyes; I’m tense all over, nearly shaking again, this time from heat and pleasure instead of cold rain. She drags the nails of her free hand down my stomach. I gasp, pressing against her more firmly, unable to keep from forcing the rest of my cock down her throat.

I open my eyes, gazing down at her. She takes me beautifully, my good girl, as she continues to tease my prostate. I feel like I’m coming already, full of so much pleasure I’m bursting. The moment she presses the tips of both her fingers against that little nub, massaging firmly, I come for real.

She swallows it all, looking like a goddamn dream as she does. She eases her fingers out of me as I pull away. Her mouth isn’t just wet from the shower water; there’s spit all over her lips and her chin. I help her up, and she winces, but she’s smiling as she kisses me.

“Holy fuck,” I say right against her mouth.

“Good?”

“I must be in heaven, like you said.” I rub my hand down her side. “Does your knee hurt?”

She presses another kiss to my lips, softer this time. “Worth it.”

“So that’s a yes.” I reach over and turn off the shower. I help her out of the stall and wrap her in a towel, then pull one around my waist. “Let’s finish this in my bedroom.”

She protests when I pick her up, but I don’t want her falling if she’s feeling unsteady. “Meaning I’m gonna come?”

“Yeah, baby. You’re gonna come.”

I ignore the whoops coming from downstairs as I ease my bedroom door open. I set Penny down on the bed, then unwrap the towel. Water dots her body, flushed grapefruit-pink from the heat. She sits up on her elbows, meeting my gaze as she spreads her legs.

“Now I’m wishing I came on your face,” I murmur. Even though I’m spent from the orgasm, my cock stirs with interest.