It Ain't Me, Babe (Hades Hangmen #1)(70)

Styx’s deft fingers worked the string ties on either side of my hips. In a flash, the thin scrap of material joined the rest of my clothes on the black-and-white checkered tiles.

Absolutely nothing was left between us.

Styx’s hand coiled around the back of my neck. Wordlessly, he pulled me against his body, tipped back my chin, and brushed his lips briefly against mine. The broken skin was rough, but it felt so perfect.

As we parted, my hands ran down his chest, over the peaks and valleys of his firm torso, then on to the long length of his rigid erection.

Styx stilled as I wrapped my hand around his manhood, my eyes widening as I struggled to wrap my fingers around its girth. Boldly glancing down, I gulped. Never, had I ever seen one so big. The disciples measured poorly against Styx’s size and, as I stroked my hand slowly up and down, I shivered at seeing him so raw, so under my spell. I wanted to take him inside me, to feel him move within me… to make love for the first time in my life.

To bring me pleasure.

Releasing my hand, I drifted backward, drinking in the sultry sight of my man. My mouth watered, my nipples ached, and my core throbbed. Pure rugged male perfection; so dangerous to the touch.

As a distraction, I turned away to gather my wits and I bent down to turn off the faucet. I started as I suddenly felt Styx behind me, his rigid length slipped seamlessly between the apex of my thighs. His manhood dragged deliciously between my legs… the sensations—so overwhelming…

Straightening up with my back flush to his chest, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around the nape of his neck. Styx’s tongue licked along my neck, his hands pulling and pinching at my nipples before they ran down to my sex, slipping gently along the folds.

“Styx…” I moaned. His fingers stroked back and forth, hitting a spot that fired wave after wave of electric currents under my skin. The tips of my fingers and toes tingled in my state of ecstasy.

Styx was silent, his lack of words only heightening the intensity of the moment. His fingers increased in speed, until I was writhing in his arms, his hips pushing closer to my behind. That same fire I had felt only a couple of times before began building at the base of my spine, only to suddenly shoot to my sex and burst into flames. My eyes closed as I worked myself against Styx’s hand, his length now grinding between the gap in my thighs.

A slick wetness trickled down my legs and my chest heaved with jagged breaths.

“Mae,” Styx hushed out and slowly, teasingly, he withdrew his hand from inside me.

Turning in his arms, I almost crumpled to the floor as Styx inserted his fingers into his mouth. His tongue ran around the digits, licking and tasting, before he dragged them down his bottom lip. Thrusting them out, he gently pushed them in the direction of my mouth.

“Suck,” he instructed. Quivering, partly in fear and partly in anticipation, I tipped my head down and wrapped my mouth around his outstretched fingers. Styx’s eyes flared and his length nudged my stomach. Releasing his fingers from my mouth, I stepped backward and guided him to the large white tub, now filled with hot water.

“Let me bathe you.”

Styx’s bright eyes softened a touch and I helped him into the tub. When submerged, he lay back; his eyes were watching me… always watching me.

Spotting a natural sponge and soap on the far side of the tub, I dipped it into the hot soapy water, as I kneeled beside Styx’s head. As I ran the sponge over his dark hair, he groaned, then reached out and grabbed my wrist.

“G-get in,” he ordered, his expression expectant.

Nerves thrummed through my body and I heard Styx groan again. Before I knew it, we were face to face and he planted a kiss on my nose, his hand gripping the nape of my neck. Pulling back slightly, I frowned in confusion at this strange act.

His lips twitched.

“Th-that f*ckin’ nose is g-gonna kill me,” he confessed, a hoarse timbre in his voice. “Now. Get in.”

His pain seemed to fade quickly.

Styx used his strength to pull me forward, and standing on shaky feet, I climbed over the edge of the tub, sinking down into the hot water.

I was facing Styx. Naked. In the tub. My mind struggled to believe this reality… this dream come true.

He just stared… and stared, until, reaching for the sponge once more, I continued to bathe him. His tense, veined muscles relaxed and his eyes closed. Hands ran up and down my calves until his fingers tightened and he pulled me forward, my wet body slapping flush against his. He was so big and hard against my petite slight frame, his tanned skin dark against my pale.

Without hesitation, I crushed my mouth to his, his tongue instantly plunging to duel with mine. Styx’s hands pressed to my bare back then continued on to grip my behind, his fingers feeling rough as they massaged my skin, guiding my sex to rub against his hard length.

I wanted him. Wanted to join with him so badly.

Fright took hold of me as Styx’s hard flesh sawed pleasure from my sex and frantically, I clawed at his hair until he broke away.

“F-f*ck me,” he implored, desperation in his eyes. “Fuck me, b-babe. Fuck me slow. F-f*ck me hard, j-just f*ck me…”

Fear gripped my senses. I tried to scurry back, out of his reach; it was all too much, but Styx’s iron grip held me close.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” he asked, getting concerned.

My stomach fell and I lowered my head. “I do not know how… to please you.” I averted my eyes to avoid his gaze. “I am frightened I will fail.”