Dylan (Bowen Boys, #3)(16)
“Up or down? When you shave under your arms, do you go up or down?” She turned her head to look at him. “You can’t manage this on your own. You don’t want to hurt your arm, do you?”
“Up.” She let him shave her arms and knew that on some level this was kind of weird, but had never felt so…so very pampered in her life. He held her to his body to shave under her left arm, and she felt his cock brush against her.
She stiffened slightly, and he murmured that he was sorry and pulled away. By the time he was finished, he had brushed against her three more times. She was beginning to think that this was going to get her into major trouble. And when he dropped to his knees in front of her, she backed against the wall. Jack watched as he rubbed the sponge up her leg, followed by the razor.
“We had it all planned out. Khan would do the driving and I’d be the co-pilot. Walker had come with us because he said that someone was going to have to get Mom when we got hurt.” The razor scraped along her leg twice before he continued. “Turns out he was right.”
“Dylan.” She heard her voice and wondered for a second who had spoken so breathlessly. Her entire body felt as if it were on fire. She had to close her eyes or risk begging him to take her. It didn’t help.
Every time the sponge moved over her leg she felt her muscles tighten. Then his hand would follow the path of the razor and she would melt again. He moved up and down her leg, over and over, until she thought she’d scream, begging him to take her. When he moved up her thighs, he asked her to open her legs, and she was glad they were in the shower. She was sure that had they been anywhere else he’d see have seen how wet she was.
As his hand moved over her smooth shins, his cheek brushed her thigh. Every time he moved along the inner part of her leg, she would anticipate him touching her. But he didn’t. When he told her to turn so he could finish the job, she nearly sobbed in relief. But the tension only got more intense.
His chin touched the back of her knees, and she wobbled. When he lifted one foot up, then the other, and rubbed his thumb over the bottom of her feet, massaging her toes, she had to bite her lip. By the time he started to run the sponge over her calves, Jack knew that she was nearly to the point of throwing him to the floor and taking him.
“I broke my arm.” Her mind was a haze of lust, her body on meltdown, and she had to ask him what he said. “I broke my arm when the wagon hit the tree. Khan only had a bruised head. When we hit the rock, I bounced out and fell on my arm.”
His mouth grazed along her ass. His teeth nipped at her flesh. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. His hands moved up her thigh, and she moaned his name. Turning around, she looked down at him.
His hand was wrapped around his cock. He moved up and down his shaft slowly as she watched him. When he stopped, she looked at his face.
“I can smell you. You are as aroused as I am, aren’t you?” She nodded, not capable of speech. “I know you said no shower sex, but I would love to taste you. Sip from you until I come.”
Her legs trembled as his head moved forward. Opening her legs for him, she curled her hand into his hair to hold on. When he suckled her clit into his mouth, she came, screaming his name. But he didn’t stop.
His mouth ate at her. Devoured her until she was coming again. Every time she came, every time she exploded into his mouth, he continued to eat her, drink from her. When his finger slipped into her, she started to beg him. She had no idea what he thought of her, but she wanted him, inside of her, over her, and even behind her. He pulled away suddenly, and she whimpered. But he stood and took her mouth just as voraciously. His cock rubbed against her belly, and she reached down and wrapped her hand around him. He was so thick that she could barely touch her finger to her thumb. He tore his mouth from hers.
“Christ,” he said, before cupping her ass and lifting her. “I need you. Please. Please, I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes. Please. I need you, too.” Lifting her higher, he brought her down hard onto him, impaled her over his cock, and she came again. When her back touched the tile, he pressed her hard against it, his cock throbbing within her.
“I can’t be gentle. I can’t…Christ, touching you like that, running my hands over your body like I did…. Then you came in my mouth, I thought for sure that I was going to come all over the shower.” He moved into her, filling her over and over as he spoke. “I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t wait.”
He slammed into her. His cock filled her with every stroke. She threw back her head when he slid his mouth along her chin and to her throat. Giving her all to him, she wrapped her hand onto his head.
“Please,” she begged him. “I need you to…please, Dylan, take me.” His tongue licked the pulse she could feel pounding at her throat. His teeth scraped along her neck, and she tightened her grip on his head. When he sank his teeth into her, bit her hard enough to draw blood, she screamed again, coming hard enough that she saw stars dance in her vision.
He lifted his head and looked at her, his cock still hard and moving inside of her. Blood, her blood, dripped from his lip. His eyes, darker now, seemed to reach into her soul.
“Bite me. I want you to bite me hard and draw blood. Please, Jack, I want you to sink your teeth into my flesh and drink from me.” She nodded and licked her lips. “Do it. Now, do it.”
She licked his throat, not really sure she could do it, but when he commanded her again, the need to do as he asked—no, demanded—of her was overwhelming, and she did it.