My Best Friend's Ex(82)

I cup her face and press a light kiss against her lips. "Good, because neither do I. In fact, I want a repeat." My hands go to her shirt where I start to unbutton it. She assists me as well, starting from the bottom and once we have them all undone, I shove the fabric off her shoulders and watch it float to the floor before I take her all in.

I run my hand over my jaw, standing there in her red thong that does nothing to cover her up. Her breasts are marked from my scruff, beard burn trails over her body from where my mouth was last night, and lucky for me, her nipples are already puckered, ready to be sucked into my mouth.

"You're gorgeous, Emma. Why you're nervous I have no clue. You're so fucking sexy." Just from the sight of her, I'm hard and I want to prove it to her. I take her hand and place it on my erection. Her eyes go wide as they find mine. "See what you do to me, baby? You make me so fucking hard, just standing there. So don't you ever for one moment feel self-conscious around me. Okay?"

She nods and then a wicked gleam flashes in her eyes. Hand still on my cock, she lightly squeezes. Oh fuck, it feels like my eyes roll in the back of my head just from the small touch. She literally has no idea what she does to me.

"Careful what you start, Emma, if you don't plan on finishing it," I breathe out.

Stepping away, she drops her thong to the ground and then slips her hand past the shower curtain to test the water. Clearly pleased with the temperature, she slips in but not before she says, "Joining me?"

Hell yeah.

I strip down in two seconds and slip past the shower curtain where I'm greeted by a very wet Emma. Her head moves slowly under the shower as water runs down her body. I follow the rivulets tumble past her breasts, to her flat stomach and all the way down her legs.



       
         
       
        

Hell . . .

"Are you trying to torture me?"

She pops her eyes open and smiles. When she looks down, she sees my cock straining for her touch. She glances up at me, almost like she's asking for permission, before she steps out of the water and reaches for my erection. She strokes me, lightly, curving her hand up and over the tip. I watch her small hand work me, loving how she has a rhythm, a reason for everything she's doing. When her other hand cups my balls, I groan louder than expected as pleasure shoots up my spine.

"Babe, slow down."

She doesn't listen. No, her strokes become tighter, harder, longer.

"Fuck, Emma . . ." My breathing becomes labored, my legs start to shake, and with every squeeze of my balls, I can feel my impending orgasm.

"I want to see you come," she says. "I want to see how I make you feel."

I had other plans for us in this shower, but I can't deny her request, not when she looks at me with those passion-filled eyes.

Shit. I'll have to revert to plan B.

I place one hand against the tiled wall to steady myself and lace the other through her hair as I say, "Then make me come."

Pleased, her grip grows tighter, making me pop up on my toes with each stroke. I grind my teeth together, loving the pull she has on me, the way I feel in her hands. Fuck, she's so damn good at this. When she rolls my balls in the palm of her hand and squeezes the tip of my dick, my legs almost give out on me as everything turns black. I climb so high that when I fall over the edge with one final stroke, I come so hard in her hand that I feel like I'm about to fall to the tiled floor.

A roar rips from me, her hand a vise on my balls, my hips pumping feverously as I expel every last ounce inside me. The water washes away my cum, but when I open my eyes to look at Emma, I can see she's completely and utterly satisfied. Magnificent.

Leisurely, she moves her hand over my dick as the other presses against my beating heart. "One touch from you, Tucker, and I'll be coming on your hand. That was so hot. I need you to take care of the ache you've put between my legs." No way in hell I could deny that request. Not from this girl.

Catching my breath, I watch her wiggle next to me, searching release. "How wet are you?"

"So wet. So ready. Fuck me, Tucker."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "This coming from the girl who not a short while ago was afraid to be naked with me in the daylight."

She shrugs and runs her finger over my jaw, her nail trailing along the scruff. "You make me feel beautiful."

I cup her face and look her in the eyes. "You are beautiful, Emma."

With that, I push her under the water and then against the wall. The shower sprays off my back as I raise both of her hands above her head and clasp them against the wall with one of mine. She smiles brightly, knowing what's coming next.