Hooked (Viking Bastards MC #1)(10)
“Yes.” A daring thought pops into my mind. Usually it would stay there, but this is Zach, and this is my hot one-night stand where none of my usual rules apply. “I’m surprised it took you so long to join me.”
“I was enjoying the show.”
“Voyeur.”
“This is better.” He spears his fingers through my hair and grips my head before kissing me as though he wants to devour me. I wrap my arms around him. His body is all solid muscle, and his cock is hot and hard against my stomach. My eyes close and I savor the whole decadent moment, from the warm water sliding down my back to Zach’s tongue owning my mouth.
He backs me up a couple of steps until I’m right beneath the spray. I splutter, and he grins as the water cascades over his head and body, slicking back his hair. With one arm around my waist to keep me steady, he grabs my bottle of jasmine shower gel from the seat and tips a generous amount over my breasts.
“I’ve already washed.” I try and snatch the bottle from him before he empties it, but he holds it above my head, out of my reach.
“I know. You’re gonna wash me now.”
I blink water from my eyes. “You think?”
For an answer, he drops the bottle back onto the shelf and tugs me tight against him. The subtle scent of jasmine fills the heated air, and our bodies are slick as the gel slides over our skin. If this is what he means by washing him, then I’m all for it.
“Your tits feel so good.” He takes my hands and presses them against my breasts so I’m pushing them together. My nipples are so hard they ache, and I rub myself over him, loving the way he groans and clasps my ass in a brutal grip.
“Do you want me to wash you all over?” Water runs over my face and into my mouth, and I feel wild and reckless. His grin looks anything but safe as he leans in close.
“I want you on your knees washing my dick between your tits.”
Raw lust ignites between my thighs. It’s one thing thinking about doing something like that, but having Zach say it out loud is such a turn-on that my knees nearly collapse.
Slowly he slides down my body, only pausing to lick my nipples, and sits on the seat, his thighs spread wide. He picks up the bottle and tips some gel on his taut stomach, and I watch, fascinated, as it drizzles around his impressive cock.
“Now who’s perving?” He grips himself and gives a few lazy strokes. My mouth dries and my fingers twitch around my breasts. “On your knees, Grace.”
I’ve no idea why his arrogant command is so electrifying, but my * quivers with anticipation and I don’t even hesitate to obey. He clasps the back of my head, pulling me closer, and I cradle his cock in my cleavage.
We’re slippery and wet and I can’t drag my gaze from what I’m doing. His groan echoes around the shower, and his fingers bite into my scalp, and I’m rubbing myself over his erection as though this is the only thing in the world that matters.
Right now, it is.
His free hand grips my shoulder and slides down my arm in a possessive gesture. The tribal ink markings on his pecs are primal and stark and so incredibly sexy I want to lick him there.
“Use your hands.”
I’ve never been with a guy who tells me exactly what he wants before, but I love it, especially since his voice is all gravelly, as though I’m driving him to the edge of his control.
I wrap my hand around him. He’s so thick and hot and all I want to do is mount him and feel that gorgeous cock fill me once again. My breath escapes in a harsh pant, and I cup his heavy balls with my other hand. Oh, wow. I’m having a hard time not squirming, and then realize I already am.
He growls and hauls me upright until I’m standing before him. His hands are everywhere, smoothing over my thighs and butt and teasing my waist. I grip his shoulders and arch into him as he presses his mouth against my stomach. His kisses are rough and his teeth nip me as he inches up my body, and the tiny sparks of pain are driving me out of my mind.
When he sucks my nipple into his warm mouth, I whimper and dig my nails into his shoulders. He’s not gentle and sucks hard, and my clit throbs in tandem to the frantic hammer of my heart.
He pulls back and I tangle my fingers in his wet hair, trying to drag him back to my breast. It’s like trying to shift a mountain, and he grins demonically at my futile efforts.
“Get the condom.” He releases me and I stumble across the shower and rip open the packet with shaky fingers. Then I turn around and he’s leaning back against the wall, his hands gripping the edge of the tiled seat, and the muscles on his arms are bulging with suppressed tension.
I almost drop the damn condom. He has the body of a god, and he knows it.
“You like giving orders, don’t you?” I avoid the spray as I make my way back to him, as I don’t want the condom getting soaked and useless. He doesn’t answer right away. Then I’m standing between his legs, visually feasting on him and relishing every second.
“Do it.” He growls the words and I look up at him. His beautiful eyes are almost black with lust but there’s a definite challenge there, too. I guess his refusal to answer my question is all the answer I need.
It doesn’t even piss me off. No matter what he says or does, I find it all breathlessly arousing.
I roll the condom over the engorged head of his cock, loving the sound of his sharp intake of breath. He pulls me toward him and I straddle his lap, his length pressing against my sensitive folds, and my heels on the seat behind him.