Not Your Ex's Hexes (Supernatural Singles, #2)(71)
She groaned. “You were serious about that? That’s practically impossible.”
He turned her toward him, and backed her against the cool tiles before blanketing her front with his heated body.
He hooked her chin and tilted her gaze up toward his. “I am serious. Your streak of lazy, selfish partners ends right the hell now, little witch. If I say you’re getting three orgasms before I let you touch me, then you’ll be having three. Is that okay with you?”
Rose’s throat dried as she studied him and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. They hadn’t known each other long, and they’d had their FBA even less than that, but somehow she knew he wouldn’t steer her wrong.
Damian’s attention flickered to the corner of the tub. “What do we have here?” His lips twitched as he bent over to pick up her purple vibrating dildo, Mr. Wiggles.
She reached for it, but he pulled it away.
“Uh-uh. I’m guessing this is the talented Mr. Wiggles?” Damian smirked.
She made another half-hearted grab for it. “Seriously, doc. We don’t have to—”
“Do you enjoy it?” With one push of the button, the vibrator came to life. Its buzzing echoed in the small bathroom. He cocked an eyebrow. “Well? Do you?”
“I wouldn’t keep it around if I didn’t. And it’s waterproof so I can use it anywhere…”
“Good to know.” With a faint smirk, he dropped to his knees.
Wiggles in one hand, Damian trailed his other from her ankle to her thigh, guiding her leg over his shoulder until she was completely open to him and leaning against the wall for support. He looked up at her from over her mound, a lusty promise on his face. Rose barely remembered to lock her other leg before he leaned closer, using the vibrator in tandem with his tongue and fingers.
Her Magic shifted beneath her skin, warming areas of her body that weren’t already scorching hot. With a long, low groan, she fisted her fingers through Damian’s hair and leaned her head back against the tiles with a faint thud.
She didn’t know what she enjoyed more, the warm caress of his tongue, or the fast vibration traveling through her entire body. Damian’s eyes fastened on hers as he pleasured her, and it was hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
She couldn’t look away as she bucked her hips closer to his eager mouth, wanting more. Needing more.
She whimpered, and as if reading her mind—and her body—Damian flicked the vibrator up another notch and quickly coaxed her toward orgasm number two with Mr. Wiggles around for the assist.
* * *
Third time was the charm … and also the moment Rose’s knees gave out.
With a satisfied grin, Damian slid back up her body, the taste of her on his lips, the most delicious thing he’d ever devoured. He already couldn’t wait to do it again.
“And I do believe that was number three.” Holding her trembling body against his, he slid his damp hands around her waist and over the swell of her ass.
Rose’s eyes damn near sparkled as she dropped her gaze to where his cock stood at painful attention. “That means I get to touch you now, right?”
As if the damn thing heard her eagerness to touch him, his dick twitched. “You sure as hell do, little witch.”
Damian shut off the water as Rose stepped out from the shower and reached for a nearby towel. He caught her in a princess carry before she could hide behind it, and she squealed, hands latching onto his arms.
“Please tell me you’re okay if we skip drying off,” Damian pleaded, his voice husky with need. There was no way she didn’t feel his cock brushing against her backside, and just in case she didn’t, he purposefully rolled his hips.
She gasped, her body shimmying closer. “But we’ll get the sheets all wet and—”
“And…?” He brought his mouth to the sensitive spot just below her ear, and her body practically melted against his on contact.
“On second thought, air drying is the eco-friendly thing to do, and we’ve already conserved water by showering together. It would be a shame to break the streak now.” Wearing nothing but a mischievous smirk, she traced the outline of his tattoo before leaning forward, pink tongue flicking out to taste it. “And I don’t know about you, but I’d really like for you to be inside me.”
“You’re definitely not the only one who wants that. We’re still good on the protection?”
“All good, doc.”
“Thank fuck.” Their gazes locked as he laid her down on the bed and climbed onto the mattress. The second he slipped onto his back, he gently yanked her on top of him.
She sat astride him, her legs on either side of his hips as she glanced down at his already throbbing cock. The sight of her biting her lower lip as she watched it drove him mad with lust.
He resisted the urge to take control, and glanced down to where his erection bobbed eagerly for attention. “You said you wanted to touch. It’s all yours, little witch.”
Her alert gaze skirted his eyes to his mouth and down his chest and back, but it wasn’t the deer-in-headlights look that put him on instant alert. It was her abrupt silence and the sudden nervous tic of her heartbeat fluttering at the base of her throat.
“Rose…” Sitting up, he cupped her cheek, gently redirecting her focus to him. “Do you still want this? It’s okay if you don’t. We don’t have to do anything. You know that, right? We can take a nap. Watch a movie. Hell, if you want me gone, I’ll grab my things and get out of your hair right now.”