So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(20)

I swallow as our eyes meet.

He hooks his fingers into the elastic at my hips and pushes my panties to my ankles.

I step out of them, my gaze never leaving his. My pussy clenches as he shoves two fingers between the folds and his mouth finds mine.

My lids fall closed.

Steam warms us and a river runs like a waterfall over the seam between my ass cheeks. His other hand cups me there, his thumb stroking where the torrent flows. His tongue darts in and out, sliding along mine. He nips my mouth and sucks the fullness of my bottom lip.

My adrenaline cranks up as he backs me to the wall where he continues the onslaught of pleasure with his swirling fingers inside my entrance.

Tyson snakes an arm behind me and yanks me to him until we’re chest to chest. All the hesitation from a few minutes ago swirls down the drain with the water sluicing off our bodies as he pulls my legs around his waist. His thumb sinks into my folds between us and his cock bounces beneath my ass.

I grind against his hand, the pressure building in my core.

“More,” I whisper.

He runs the end of his tongue along the edge of my ear. “We’ll get there eventually. Be patient.”

Ty sets me on my feet and takes the bath pouf from its hook, pouring a generous amount of liquid soap over it. Starting with my tits, he works small circles over my entire body. He turns me this way and that. When he washes my calves, he leans behind me, his mouth whispering kisses along the crest of my ass.

His fingers slide between my folds, creating slippery friction until I squirm beneath his touch. He pulls me close to his wet body, and the tips of my nipples revel against his hot skin. His hands skim around my waist, low over my ass, and he squeezes in rhythm with the kisses he trails over my neck and collarbone.

Tyson’s soapy palms slip between my cheeks as he rubs the length of my seam, sliding up and down. He stops at that tight hole and massages softly. I press into his muscular pecs, moving away from his fingers as he touches my most secret of spots.

My chest quivers and a shudder of nervousness skips through me.

He takes my jaw in his big hand. His lips come down on mine with a passion so fierce and deep that it jolts me.

His finger circles my clit. I let myself escape from my nerves into the rhythm of his movements. He drops to his knees, water raining over his head. He pulls my pussy to his mouth.

Oh, God.

His tongue tickles the edges of my slit until I part my legs for him. Tingles take over as he opens his mouth over my mound and slides his tongue between my folds, lapping up the heated juice flowing there.

My back’s against the wall, and my hands splay at my sides, doing their best to keep me upright as I wrap his shoulder with one leg.

His big hands massage my hips as he licks, teases, and sucks my clit. He thrusts his thumb into my entrance, pushing high and wiggling it, building more pressure within my body. Warmth swirls in my center. He pulls away, only to replace his thumb with his long finger. All the while, he suckles my bud.

My brain shorts out with the intensity of pleasure his touch brings.

Tyson laves my nub with attention as my hips buck between his mouth and the tile on the wall behind me. My slit throbs with a riot of sensation. Once again, he shifts. His hand thrusts against my swollen folds. He slurps at my pussy, licking the cream from it. His thumb pumps harder into my entrance, and his hot tongue circles my bud.

Finally, my muscles give in and relax. My hips jerk involuntarily, and I gasp as a spasm rocks me. I brace myself with my hand on the adjacent wall to keep from toppling over as the surprise pleasure rolls through me.

The leg I have over his shoulder pulls up and to the side, opening my center to him even more. He moans, pushing his mouth harder against my entrance. He shoves his fingers up further, filling me as he sucks my clit until my orgasm subsides.

Finally, when I lay my head against the cool tile and sigh, he gently pulls away and stands. He leans down, tracing my lips with his kisses. My cream flavors his kiss, reminding me just where his tongue was only seconds ago.

He steps away from me, leaving the shower.

I lean against the wall, still catching my breath.

Well. Now I know what the fuss is all about.

Wow.

Tyson returns with a fluffy white towel, wrapping it around my body. “Here, I don’t want you to get cold.”

He gathers our wet clothes.

“Where are you taking those?” I ask.

“I had the washer and dryer delivered this morning. I’ll throw them in to dry.”

“So, you don’t want to…”

“To…?”

His gaze meets mine, and heat rushes over my breasts and up my neck.

“You know—sex. Real sex.”

He drops the clothes into a sopping pile at his feet, stepping to me. He pushes a dripping strand of hair from my face, leaning in for a light, lingering kiss at the corner of my mouth. “That was for you. I didn’t do that for me.”