Ghostface Killer(30)

"Told you you'd fit." I wiggle my butt at him.

"As snug as a bug." He spanks me, and I jump.

"Maybe not that comfortably."

"We'll get there." The lust is evident in his voice. "You were so fucking tight I'm surprised I lasted that long."

"You should have more faith in yourself," I tease him.

"I'll try and take your advice. Let's get you cleaned up." Baz helps me to stand then plants a firm, sweet kiss on my neck.

"What was that for?"

"Nothing. Just a gesture of affection."

I smile a small, insecure smile. "I'm not used to gestures of affection."

"Well, get used to them. You're with me." He kisses my neck again as we move toward the bathroom.

Once inside the grey and white room, Baz turns on the shower, and we step in when the water starts steaming. Before placing me under the spray, Baz releases my bun from the elastic. My long locks fall around my shoulders and cover one of my eyes. Pushing my hair out of my face, Baz urges me under the running water. He washes the come off my backside then takes the liberty of washing my hair. As soon as he squirts the shampoo into his hand, the stall is engulfed in a familiar woodsy scent. 

"Sorry if it smells a little too masculine. It's all I have."

"I don't mind smelling like you." I tip my head back. "I like it."

"I like it, too." He washes the soap out with expert care.

"Do I get a turn?" I look up at him through the drops of water caught on my eyelashes.

"I was hoping you'd ask." He grins and I melt. When did I become such a fool for this man?

I squeeze some shampoo into my hand as Baz leans forward so I can reach his head. I use my nails to scratch his scalp as I lather up his shaggy, brown hair.

"That feels so good." He moans, closing his eyes and giving me free reign. I scratch a little more before I give him the okay to rinse. I squirt some more shampoo into my palm and begin to massage his body, creating suds from the circular motion as I move from his chest, to his abs, to the arc of his hard ass, then around to his cock.

"Careful, Stevie," he warns as my palm slides easily back and forth over his length.

"Do you not like that?" I toy, knowing damn well he does.

"No, the problem is I love it. And once you get me going, there's no stopping me."

"I don't see that as a problem at all." I continue to jerk him off until he's pulsing and hard.

"You've done it now." He rinses the soap off his body before pinning me up against the wall. His protruding erection stabbing me in the gut.

Smashing his lips against mine, Baz gropes and grabs and squeezes every soft peak of my yearning body, paying close attention to my pointed nipples. Plucking at them with his fingers at first then sucking them into his mouth when he lifts me off the ground.

"Mmmm . . . baby, baby, baby," he chants as he dry humps me right against the wall. The grinding causing my pussy to pound.

"Baz," I utter his name, pleading for more.

"You want me? You want me inside you, baby?"

"Fuck, you know I do." I don't even try to deny it.

Baz hooks his arms under my knees, anchoring my legs as wide as they can go.

"Guide me in," he instructs, rocking his hips.

I grab his shaft and line up the head with my vibrating entrance. He slides through my fingers and into my pussy, the two of us expelling a moan at the moment of impact. Together, we watch as his long, thick cock slowly stretches and fills me.

Threading my fingers into his hair, I press my forehead to his, securing myself to him. The sight of us joining is beyond erotic. Beyond arousing as we climb the steep mountain of ecstasy together.

"Jesus, Stevie. I need to be inside you all fucking night." Baz rolls his hips, creating a new kind of friction. Everything within me pulses, throbs, and aches as he keeps with the dizzying rhythm, inching in deeper with every revolution.

"I'll spread my legs for you as long as you want." I sigh insufferably as the sensations stir. "Fuck, Baz. Harder, faster." My need is insatiable. The faint caress of an orgasm driving me crazy.

"Do I feel good?" he asks as he slightly picks up speed. "Do I feel good buried deep inside you?"

"You feel so fucking good," I gasp. "It's fucking dangerous."

"That may be one of the hottest things I've ever heard."

A little twinge of guilt pinches in my chest. I wish my statement wasn't true. I wish it really wasn't dangerous to be with Benjamin Sabatino. But it is. We're playing with fire, and he doesn't even know it.

The kindle of my orgasm morphs into an excruciating burn as Baz finally forces the last bit of his length completely inside me.