Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(23)

Fixing my jeans, I walk through the crowd, holding my head up high, when I feel eyes on me from all around.

Most of the women whisper shit, giving me looks as if they’re judging me because of Styx’s little display of affection toward me.

Well I say . . . fuck it. Onyx is right.

Walking faster, I search around me, stopping to ask one of the security guards where the showers are. He’s so preoccupied with some chick, that he just nods his head toward the end of the hall and goes back to sucking on her neck.

“Thanks,” I say to myself with a small smile.

Pushing the door open, I walk around to the showers to see Styx, standing there completely naked, dripping with water.

He looks rushed as if he has somewhere to be.

My eyes trail down his perfect, round, ass, watching the muscles in his legs flex as he pulls his jeans up.

“You should keep them off.” I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his wet body, before gripping the top of his jeans and tugging them down a bit. “They’re just about as wet as I am right now.”

His muscles flex beneath my fingers as he takes in a deep breath and releases it. “I wanted to catch you before you left.”

I kiss his back, while gripping his jeans harder, pulling them back down his thick thighs. All I can think about right now is worshiping this beautiful as sin body. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”

Rotating his shoulders, he cracks his neck and then slowly turns around to face me, completely naked, looking so damn beautiful and perfect that it’s breathtaking.

His eyes lock on mine as he kicks his jeans away and watches me, waiting for what I’m going to do next.

Swallowing, I pull my eyes away from his and walk into the open shower stall, undressing and kicking my clothes out for Styx to see.

The water barely turns on, before Styx appears in the doorway, watching with intense eyes. “Does being here make you feel dirty?”

I shake my head and reach out for his hand, pulling him into the water. “No. I don’t think you got the shower you deserved after such a hard night’s work. Let me take care of you.”

Closing his eyes, he leans his head back and places his hands against the shower wall as I gently run my hands over his shoulders and then down his back.

“Fuck, your hands feel perfect on me.”

I press my lips against his back as I reach for the soap and trail it over his tight muscles.

I’ve never showered with a man before and I have to admit that I’m extremely turned on, but . . . I want to let Styx know that this moment is more than that.

With soap, I work my way down his body, massaging his muscled legs with my hands.

He lets out a small moan of appreciation, leaning his head down into the water and just taking a moment to relax and enjoy the feel of my hands on him.

Holy hell, I’m enjoying it just as much.

“Turn around,” I say in almost a whisper.

Taking his hands away from the wall, he turns around and faces me, his eyes admiring my body as I focus on cleaning his tattooed chest, before moving down to his abdomen.

“You don’t have to do this, Meadow.” He grips my hair tightly as I move down to his erection, moving my soapy hands over it. “I should be doing this for you.”

“I haven’t spent the whole night working hard. A woman shouldn’t be the only one to be catered to. Hard working men deserve it just as much.” I place my hand on his stomach and back him up against the shower wall. “Now close your eyes and enjoy.”

Closing his eyes, he wraps his hands tighter into my hair, moaning as I stroke my hands over his dick, spending extra time on the head.

This man’s body is so beautiful that I could spend all night doing this. He truly has no idea how easy it is to want to take care of him.

When his moans become louder, my movements pick up, knowing that he’s getting close to coming.

“Come for me, Styx,” I breathe, completely turned on and just as desperate for his release as he is. “All over my breasts. I want to feel you on me. Show me what I do to you.”

His hands yank my head back and he growls out, shooting his come all over my breasts.

“Oh fuuuuuck.” He looks down at me and massages his hands through my hair as the water washes over my breasts cleaning his release away. “Where the fuck have you been all my life? Stand up.”

Pulling me up to my feet, he wraps his arms around me and holds me against him, under the water.

We stand here just letting the warm water pour down on us, not speaking for a while. We just take this moment to enjoy the feel of each other being close.

It feels good. So much better than I ever imagined and that scares me, but I don’t want to leave.