Throttled: Dirty Air (Book 1)(65)

He pushes me against the shower tiles while his mouth finds mine again. Our kisses become lazier, less hurried, as we enjoy the time together. It’s the sweetest he’s ever kissed me before.

He puts me down and grabs the soap bar. His heavy gaze follows the contours of my body as he runs the soap across my skin, starting with my neck. Suds start to pour down my breasts. He spends extra time there as he brings my nipples to two sharp points. His hand creeps slowly down my stomach, making sure to soap up every part of me. My knees wobble at his caresses. But he takes his job seriously, being extremely thorough, learning every curve and dip of my body.

My breaths come out labored as his hands dip between my legs. His fingers find my center, but he remains focused on his task. I moan as he washes me in my most intimate place and cleans every part of me. He continues to lather me, all the way down to my feet.

A comfortable silence cloaks us; the only sounds in the shower include running water and our heavy breathing. Neither of us want to break the moment with words. I copy his same movements, running my hands across his chest, spreading soapy bubbles. I relish in the feel of him, his muscles straining under my touch. He closes his eyes, enjoying my touch, a moan slipping past his lips. Damn, I feel powerful making him feel just as good.

I commit to my cause, soaping him up wherever my hands go, roaming down his body and the ridges of his stomach. He groans as my small hands wrap around his cock. I pump once, twice, until he places his hand over mine.

“Your hand feels so fucking good, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. We can wait.”

My lips smirk at him. I love how he’d hold off for me but I’m more than ready to go, not needing his chivalry.

I move along, kneeling to wash his legs. My hands return to his cock after I ditch the soap. My hand wraps around it before I take him in my mouth, the taste of him both salty and clean. His head tilts back against the shower tiles and he lets out a moan as my tongue traces along his shaft. Vibrations from my laugh prompt him to fist my wet hair in his hands and tug. I pull away to look up at him, interested in getting a read on the situation, seeing a disarmed Noah at my mercy.

“Don’t stop now. Finish what you started,” he growls before tugging on my hair. All righty then. Don’t have to tell me twice.

I suck him off like it’s an Olympic sport. I lick, stroke, and graze my teeth to add a different sensation. He groans, pulling on my hair. His reactions make me feel powerful, seductive, and turned on. My other hand massages his balls, giving them extra attention. Our eyes connect, blue eyes piercing mine as he brands my heart along with my body.

“Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock so good? Shit.” He moans as I suck him even deeper than before. His cock grazes the back of my mouth, testing my gag reflex. “Actually, wait. Don’t answer me, Maya. Shit, feels fucking amazing.”

I’d laugh if I wasn’t occupied.

His hands tug at my hair again, the sting turning me on more.

A tingling sensation creeps up my spine. My hand that was massaging his balls moves toward my center. I touch myself, feeling how needy I am. He takes control of my head and allows my other hand to play with my breasts. His hands push my head up and down his thick shaft while I stroke myself in desperation. I insert two fingers, slowly pumping to the rhythm of me sucking his cock.

He looks down at me pleasuring myself. His lazy smile excites me, igniting me from my heart to my clit.

“Holy shit, you’re so sexy. Look at you, sucking my cock while getting yourself off. Oh my God. You better be ready because I’m going to come. Now’s your chance to back out.”

I’m right there with him, my strokes becoming more frantic. No way in hell I’m not tasting him. Warm cum hitting the back of my throat does me in as I swallow everything he offers. He pulls out after finishing, giving me a moment to find relief. I moan as I explode on my own hand. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I come down from my haze, water falling on me while I sit in an unholy prayer pose. No Hail Mary can save me from him. I glance up at him, offering a playful grin in return.

“You’re going to be the death of me. I just fucking know it.” Noah lifts me off the floor and shuts off the water. He grabs us two fluffy towels, paying special attention to me as he wipes me dry. I wrap the fluffy towel around me like a dress while he wraps my wet hair in another towel. The gesture makes my heart squeeze, aware of how I’ve never had someone take care of me like this before.

We end up back on the bed, but this time the experience feels different. Noah’s movements show no rush to get this show on the road. I sit up as he removes the towel from my head and tosses it over the side of the bed, landing with a thud on the carpet. My eyes bulge at the brush in his hand. I let out a soft moan as he gets behind me and brushes my hair, starting at the bottom, removing knots meticulously.

“This is single-handedly one of the best things a guy has ever done for me.” My eyes close, enjoying the feeling of the brush running through my wet hair. I have no shame. Noah brushing my hair turns me on, the sensory experience making my heart swirl with emotions I can’t place.

He laughs. “You’re setting the bar too low for me.”

Noah enjoys the task, giving it his all. Once all the knots are gone, he returns the brush to the bathroom. I turn toward his standing form next to the bed.

“You’re gorgeous. A natural beauty.” His heated gaze travels down my towel-clad body, taking in my hotel fashion piece. Who knew I could make a towel look sexy?