Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(33)

I scream out while wrapping my legs around his waist, causing him to thrust harder, rolling his hips in and out in perfect rhythm.

My grip on his bicep, tightens, me wanting him harder and faster. I can’t get enough of this man right now and I want him to feel this.

With each hard thrust, I scream out and dig my nails into his skin, only making him go harder and deeper, until we’re both moaning out our pleasure, him coming right after I squeeze him tight.

“Fucking shit,” Styx breathes against my lips. “I wanted to take care of you first. I’m dirty and sticky from the club, but I can’t deny you of shit.”

I laugh and suck his lip into my mouth, biting it gently, before releasing it. “I couldn’t wait. I’ve been thinking about touching you all day.”

Pulling me away from the truck, he walks us toward his opened garage, fisting my hair with his free hand as I straddle his waist and hold on tight.

The garage door closes behind us and I find myself melting into Styx as he walks us through the house and to the bathroom.

Opening the glass door, he reaches in and turns on the shower water, before setting me down to my feet and pulling his condom off, tossing it outside of the shower. “You’ve had a long night at work now let me fucking take care of you.”

He begins stripping my bra off and all I can think about is the fact that he should be at work, yet here he is, catering to me. He lowers down to his knees, running his hands up my legs.

“Styx . . .” I grab his hair and meet his gaze. “Shouldn’t you be going back to the club? I don’t want you losing your job over me.”

He shakes his head and kisses up my thigh, stopping before he gets where I want him. “I’m not going back tonight. Forget about the club. It doesn’t matter right now. I’m here with you. You matter.”

Butterflies fill my stomach and a happiness that I haven’t felt in a long time has me smiling so hard that I can’t fight it.

What is this man doing to me?

I step under the water and close my eyes as the warmness runs over my skin, relaxing me. He’s right. It’s been an extremely long day at the hospital and I need this right now.

His hands rubbing soap over my skin, his lips kissing me in places that gives my whole body goosebumps. I need this.

He’s gentle in the way he touches me now. The way he washes my hair. The way he massages the thick soap into my shoulders, making my whole body feel so damn good.

I lean into his hard body as his hands snake around the front of me, rubbing soap over my hard nipples, before disappearing between my legs.

One hand pushes my legs apart, while his other hand brushes over my sensitive pussy, making my body crave for him to take me again.

“Styx,” I moan out. “I love the way you touch me. I might get too used to this if you keep being so damn good at it.”

He stops just long enough to dip a finger inside me, before he goes back to rubbing my clit with his other fingers. “Maybe I want you to get too used it. Maybe I want you to be familiar with my touch,” he whispers from behind me. “So if another man touches you, you’ll crave for the familiarity of my fingers pleasing you and making you come undone.”

I lean my head back and cry out as his movements speed up and his erection presses against my ass, teasing me. “Maybe I like the idea of you coming undone only for me . . .”

As soon as his teeth dig into my neck, I come undone under his touch, gripping onto his arm as my orgasm rides out.

“Hooooly fuuuck . . .” I breathe into his arm and squeeze it. “It’s like you know exactly what I need and you give it to me, but even better.”

He laughs into the top of my hair. “Is that why you stalked me at the club that first night? Just one look at me and you knew I’d be damn good at pleasing you.”

I teasingly bite his arm and laugh. “You like the idea of me stalking you so much, that you decided to stalk me back, Styx Sterling.”

He holds onto me with one hand and reaches for the soap to rub down his own body now. “You like me so much that you’ve learned my last name.” He stops and turns me around to kiss me. “Fuck, I love that,” he whispers against my lips.

“Good,” I whisper back, before jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “You know what I love?”

“Tell me,” he growls, before biting my lower lip.

“When you make me feel wanted and protected.” I press my lips to his, while reaching behind him and turning off the shower water. “The way you held me the other night. The way you kiss me. The way you touch me and the way you fuck me. I could keep going on.”