Incredulous, he shot her a look over his shoulder. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
She pursed her lips and didn’t say anything. As a matter of fact, she stared him the fuck down. Finally, after an internal struggle with himself, he turned back around and placed his hands on the wall. Leaning in, she washed his back, then moved the soapy washcloth over his ass. She cupped the muscles there as she rubbed her wet breasts against him.
That was enough.
He turned around, sweeping her into his arms and regaining control. She’d had her fun—now it was his turn to play. His mouth swooped down on hers, refusing to be told no. He cupped her ass and started to lift her against the wall, but she pulled free and shook her head.
“I’m not done yet,” she breathed.
“Kayla…” He dropped his forehead to hers. “If you don’t stop this torment soon, payback will be a bitch.”
“Then I guess I better earn it, huh?” Sinking to her knees, she looked up at him through her lashes. “Don’t move if you want to be inside of my mouth.”
He stared down at her, his cock begging for what she was about to do. He didn’t move a muscle. “Fuck yeah, I want it.”
With the washcloth, she rubbed his balls, taking her sweet time. By the time she was finished, he was panting erratically and his eyes were shut, and he was ready to beg.
Him. Begging. He didn’t fucking beg, for Christ’s sakes.
Dropping the washcloth, she pulled him forward into the water again. Once all traces of soap were gone, she ran her fingers over his cock. Then she flicked her tongue against the head, cupping his balls with her hands, and sucked him in so deeply he almost died.
He froze, his hands entwined in her wet locks. “Kayla.”
“I know.” She ran her tongue up his cock, from the bottom to the tip, and he groaned. The noise sounded way too tortured for his liking. She was trying to break him…and succeeding. “But it hurts so good, doesn’t it, Cooper?”
Her pink tongue darted out against his cock, driving him insane. Her eyes met his, and then she licked him again, this time running her tongue up his whole length. His voice raspy and rough, he said, “Do that again.”
She did, and then she flicked her tongue over him, this time closing her fingers around him and squeezing. Swirling her tongue over the head of his cock, she took him deep into her mouth, sucking gently, and he almost came right then and there.
His thighs trembled and he collapsed against the shower wall, inviting the cold tile against his back. Maybe it would help him keep his head. But then she moaned and took him in even deeper. Without giving her a warning, he picked her up and set her on her feet, leaving about a foot between them.
When she took a step toward him, her eyes on his cock, he held a hand out. “No. I’m not coming in your mouth, damn it. When I come, I’ll be buried so deep in your pussy that you’ll forget what it feels like to not have me inside of you.”
She bit down on that lusciously swollen bottom lip of hers. “God, yes.”
“And you’ll be screaming that, too.” He spun her around, his hands roaming over her full breasts, and then he pressed her forward against the cool tile wall. Just like she’d done to him. “Now it’s my turn to play, sweetheart.”
He slapped her ass lightly, then nibbled on her neck. She cried out and squeezed her legs together. “Oh my God.”
He slapped her ass again, then spun her around to face him. Next, he framed her face with his hands and kissed her, devouring her mouth hungrily. She gripped his forearms as she returned his kiss.
Her tongue danced with his and a soft cry escaped her. He grabbed the washcloth she’d used earlier and slid it over her shoulder, slow and gentle. He squeezed her nipples through the fabric, tugging on them until she whimpered. Then he ripped his lips from hers and washed her stomach, his fingers dipping close to her clit, but not touching her. She needed to wait for that a little while longer after those tricks she’d played earlier.
Payback was a bitch.
He nibbled on her neck and ran the washcloth over her wet curls, then traced the curve of her ass. Man, he loved that ass of hers.
“Now,” she demanded, lifting her leg so he could wash it. “Please.”
He washed her inner thigh, slowly inching up to her pussy. Dropping her leg, he lifted her other one. “Not yet.”
Lowering his head, he closed his mouth around her nipple and scraped his teeth against it. She cradled the back of his head, pulling him closer. He dropped to his knees and nibbled at her hip, dipping the washcloth between her legs. Loving the way she looked from down here, all soapy wet and glistening.