I bite his shoulder hard and Cain’s chest shakes with laughter.
“Minx.”
I bite him harder. He grunts and shoves into me.
Goddamn. He’s huge. Big enough so that I bite my lip hard against the pain, but the moment he lets out that deep sound when he hits the back of my pussy, I forget all about pain. All of a sudden it hits me how dirty this is. I’ve never been fucked in a public shower before. One of these days, Cain, you need to fuck me on a bed. Or a couch. Something normal. I shove that thought back. I need to not be thinking about future sex sessions with this man. That leads nowhere good.
Freedom. There’s that stray thought again. It shatters as Cain thrusts hard, claiming my body. It hurts, especially after last night, but God, it’s a good pain. I clutch his back so hard I swear I can feel my nails biting through his skin, but he just takes it and keeps fucking me. His cock throbs inside me as my wet back hits the wall, and he buries his mouth in my neck, his lips teasing my flesh. It’s as though every thrust of his hips hits the breath right out of my lungs.
“Why can’t you admit that you came here for my cock?”
“I—oh!”
I’m distracted by the swell of him inside me, his hot mouth on my neck, and every inch of me screaming for more of this man. He pauses, buried to the hilt.
“Cain, please!”
His grinning face pulls back, his dark hair plastered to his head from the water. It streaks down his face in rivulets, making his skin flush from the heat. For a moment my chest tightens. I always thought he was attractive, but he’s never quite stolen my breath like this.
“Did growing up a Spada make you too proud?”
His tone is slightly mocking, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
I bet the bastard does.
“Don’t stop!”
He nudges his hips a little and I let out a high gasp, blushing hard when he laughs.
“I asked you a question.”
Fine.
“I wanted more,” I burst out in a hoarse voice. “I wanted a good, hard fuck and I knew you’d give it to me.”
He thrusts hard before I finish my sentence, ending my last word in a yell. My back slams against the cold tiles, and then he ruts me deep. I feel his cock throb as he anchors inside me, letting out a grunt that sends an electrical shock up my spine. I look down and see his slick cock, pulsing in and out of me. Then he bends his head and takes one of my tits in his mouth, biting down hard. I can feel it when he comes, the heat pulsing inside me. I’m riding right on the edge, though, and there’s no way I’m going to make it over with him. I let out a sound, a sort of loud wail. I feel like weeping. But he clutches me hard to him, finishing, and then kisses my mouth.
Then he slides free of me and goes to his knees, easing me down the wall at the same time, until my feet touch the floor.
And I’m right over his face, and he’s got his tongue inside me, licking, thrusting, stroking over my needy clit. “Oh God,” I breathe. Water runs into my eyes and I squeeze them shut. Cain’s face pushes right up into my pussy, his nose rubbing my clit while his tongue goes inside me, then his tongue rubbing over my clit while a finger goes inside me, and suddenly I’m a white starburst of sensation, my body pounding in wave after wave of climax.
Holy shit.
It feels like an hour or so before the pulsations finally stop. When they do, I realize I haven’t stopped breathing, after all, and Cain is on his knees in front of me, holding me against him, one hand stroking my lower back while he presses his chin against my stomach. He’s looking up into my face with a look so smug my first inclination is to slap it off his face.
He laughs. “You hated that.”
“Yes. Every minute.”
Slowly he eases back then comes to his feet and pulls me against him. He holds me like that for a few seconds. Kisses me. This time it’s warm, not so hard and possessive. A tingle runs through me, and this time it’s not sexual arousal. It’s something else. Something I’m not sure what to do with.
Then Cain starts talking, and I remember why he’s a bad idea.
“You’re starving for cock, aren’t you?”
I try to push back from him, but he’s got me enveloped in those big arms. I’m wrapped in cords of muscle decorated in black, red, and green ink. And a little purple. Right there. There’s a lion’s face looking back at me from the curve of his pec.
“I’ve never seen a girl throw herself into it like you do.”
I make myself look into his eyes. Does he mean that? I have no idea what to say.
He strokes a strand of wet hair back from my face then reaches behind us and turns off the water. It’s starting to cool down, though it’s still far from cold.