He straightened, kissing his way up my neck and finding my mouth with his. As his wet body pressed close to mine, I felt his cock growing hard between us. Sheathing it in my hand, I let it slip through my fingers, nice and slow. His hands traveled down my sides, one coming to rest on my ass, the other reaching between my legs. I moaned as his fingers rubbed slow, wet circles on my clit, rising up on tiptoe and tightening my grip on his erection.
“God, that feels good,” I said. “But I think we’re supposed to be in here getting clean, not getting dirty.”
“Mmm. First one. Then the other.” He slipped a finger inside of me. “Dirty first.”
I took his other hand and brought it to my mouth, slipping a finger between my lips and slowly dragging it out. “But it’s my turn.” I kissed his collarbone before moving down his chest, running my mouth over ink and muscle, brushing my lips down the ridges of his stomach and the trail of hair beneath his navel, kissing the points of his hip bones. Sinking to my knees on the tiles, I slid my tongue along the V lines on his lower abdomen—up one side, and down the other, my heart beating hard and fast in my chest.
“Oh my God.” Nick’s voice was deep and rusty. I smiled up at him, and he brushed some wet strands of hair off my face. He looked so good standing above me, dripping and hungry-eyed and breathing hard. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“You just like me on my knees.” I vaguely remembered the fumbling blow jobs I used to give Nick in college, but they were usually over really quickly (Nick said that was his fault, not mine), and I was always a little tentative. Scared of hurting him with my teeth, of choking myself, of not doing it right. And it wasn’t as if I thought myself an expert now, but I had learned a thing or two in the last few years, and I was eager to demonstrate my progress.
“I like you every way. But this is… Oh fuck.” He put a hand on the wall as I teased his cock with my tongue, making it dance in front of me. I ran my hands up the back of his legs, over his muscular calves and tight thighs. I squeezed his ass before dragging my nails around his hips and taking his solid flesh in both hands.
“Fuuuuuck.” Nick swore again softly as I swirled my tongue over the tip, then licked around the sides. Murmuring softly, I ran my tongue up one long, hard side of his shaft and down the other, then from the thick-veined bottom all the way up to the velvety top, smiling when his cock jumped, as if it couldn’t wait to get inside my mouth. “Coco,” he pleaded.
Yes, beg me.
I eased the first couple inches between my lips, continuing to whirl my tongue around the tip before sucking gently.
“Yes. Jesus.” Nick cupped my head with his other hand as I sucked him harder. “You’re fucking amazing.”
I slipped his cock from my mouth and grinned up at him. “I’m just getting started.”
“Oh my God,” he moaned when I slid him in deep, all the way to the back of my throat. Keeping him there, I used my hands. Firm, rhythmic pulls that had him pounding on the shower wall, his groans echoing off the tiles.
I looked up again, saw his eyes going even darker as he watched me rub my lips back and forth over the tip, then brush it across my cheek, down my throat, over my chin. “I like it when you hold my head,” I said, my voice soft.
He threaded both hands into my wet hair, and I slid him to my throat once more, hugging his hard length with my lips and tongue, sucking him hungrily. At first he just held my head steady, but as I took him deep again and again, he began to get rougher, thrusting into my mouth and pulling my head toward his body.
I moaned to let him know I liked it, and he cursed again and again, the words lashing from his lips between strangled breaths. His cock grew even harder in my mouth, and I could taste the salty sweetness dripping from it. He was close, but I still had a couple tricks left.
I reached between his legs, exploring, teasing, boldly stroking and sliding my fingers anywhere he’d let me. Nick’s groans grew louder, his fists tightening in my hair. His legs trembled. “Fuck, Coco…I’m gonna come…so if you…where do you…fuck!”
I’d grabbed his ass with the other hand, letting him know I didn’t want him to pull out like I used to in college. Back then he’d warn me and I’d finish him off with my hands, letting him come on my breasts or stomach or legs, and even though I’d love to watch him do that again for old time’s sake, this time I wanted him to come with my mouth on him, they way he made me come with his mouth on me.
With one final thrust, Nick’s hips stopped moving and he went rigid, but I kept my lips and tongue sliding over him, bringing my hand from his ass to his cock and jerking him into my mouth. Liquid warmth streamed to the back of my throat. I waited for his fingers to relax in my hair before taking my lips from him and swallowing. There. See what you missed by leaving me?
The thought came out of nowhere, surprising me with its cool resentment. Had it been in the back of my mind all along? That this was an opportunity to make him even sorrier for what he’d done?
Stop analyzing, Coco. It was a blow job, not a Great American Novel. You enjoyed it, he enjoyed it. The end.
Nick tipped my chin up. “You can’t leave. I’m never letting you leave my shower.”
I laughed, and he helped me to my feet. “You have to. In fact, we better hurry or we’ll miss the appointment to see the house. This is a one-time deal, remember?”
He groaned. “You mean I will never experience this nirvana again? You vixen. I want to revisit the rules.”