Bad Boy Blues, page 28
Stopping in the middle of the bathroom, I face him. “Yup. That’s the plan. I’m going to clean you up. Soap you up real good.”
“Yeah?”
His voice is dark and sensual, just like the rest of him. His body glistens under the overhead lights and I can see every ridge and line of his muscles.
“Yes.”
He tucks a finger in the neck of my nightie, first rubbing it over my skin and then tugging the fabric and using it to bring me closer.
I rest my chest over his, both of us breathing together, and tilt my neck up.
“Shouldn’t you be naked for that?” he rasps, playing with my lace now.
I nod, biting my lip.
Zach fists my nightie at the chest and pulls it over my head before I can even draw my next breath and pushes my panties down.
Like always, he seems mesmerized by my body. My collarbones, my nipples, my belly button. The jut of my hips. That slit in between my legs. My toes.
Everything small and curvy and soft on my body is his favorite thing to see.
And I show him.
In fact, I move closer to him, to his sprung-tight, aroused body. I massage his shoulders and rub his chest. “You work so hard for this body, don’t you? Every morning,” I whisper, circling his collarbone, rubbing his nipples. “Push-ups, pull-ups. Squats. Planks. I don’t even know what else.”
I’m at his ribs now, bronzed and strong. I push my thumbs in, twist my knuckles over the ropy muscles. I feel his hips thrust. Gently, slightly, just a whisper of movement, grazing my bare belly.
“You sweat and gasp and pant. Every muscle in your body vibrates. Your veins stand up. I notice it all. In fact, by the time you’re done, I’m panting. It makes me lose my breath from what you put this body through.”
I clutch his sides before making my way down to his tight stomach with all the grooves. “When you grunt, I feel it between my legs, I swear. I get all swollen and horny just watching you. Watching how hard you work.”
I thread my fingers through the tuft of his dark curly hair that leads down to his dick. Which is straining against his sweats right now.
Looking back into his hooded, slightly wild eyes, I whisper, grazing my needy nipples over his abs, “Can I make you feel good? Please? I want to make you feel good, Zach. Treat you like a prince for being such a hard worker. Let me show how much I love your body.”
Let me show how much I love you.
At my words, he fists his hand in my hair, pulling my head back. His cheeks are jutting out, his jaw rigid and square. His neck is flushed with lust.
He’s a guy at the end of his patience, at the end of his rope.
“Who are you?” he growls.
A girl who loves you.
“Your prize.”
His other hand comes up and wraps around my neck, feeling my racing pulse. He’s harder than ever, hotter and darker and completely wild.
“Take off my pants.”
My hands fall to the waistband of his sweats and, swallowing, I do. He probably feels it under his palm, the jerk of my throat.
I manage to get them down to the tops of his thighs, exposing his hard cock that springs out like a weapon and slaps against his abdomen. Zach does the rest of the work, shoving them down and off his legs.
Then he walks me backward, his dick grazing my upper tummy. I feel its wetness rubbing over my skin.
Letting go of my neck and hair, he grips my waist and picks me up and puts me inside his ceramic bathtub before getting in himself and closing the shower curtain in one go.
Now we’re all enclosed, cornered and hidden inside this tiled space, him and me. He casts a shadow on the wall, covering me completely and leaving no space for me anywhere but inside the contours of his large body.
Zach simply stands there, staring down at me with intense eyes, and in this moment, I’m filled with a purpose.
He wants me to serve and I will.
Clenching my thighs, I grope the wall behind me for the shower knob. When I find it, I turn it on and water rains down on us.
I step into him and push back the hair that is slick on his forehead. Taking his hand, I change our places, getting him under the spray of water. It’s hard to look away from him, from the water sluicing down his muscles making him look so magnificent, but I do it.
I find the bottle of soap, squirt it on my palm before lathering it up. I start at his neck, going up and down the column of it, before moving down to his shoulders and chest. I make his skin all slippery and soapy and scratch his nipples, causing him to fist his hands on his sides.
Bending down, I soap up his torso. Stunningly hard and tight and defined.
Then I come down to my knees and soap up his cock. It’s the most delicate, intimate and powerful thing on his body. Long and thick and proud, it stands as I stroke it. My fingers slip in the soap and I graze my thumb in the slit.
I hear his groan and glance up to see him throwing his head back into the water as I work him.
My entire body feels swollen with my lust and my love for him. This towering dark prince.
He told me once that if he wanted, he’d make me his slave and I’d fall down to the ground so fast, my knees would bleed.
I think this is it.
I’m his slave now, kneeling on the ceramic tub, serving him. Even though there’s no blood on the outside, on the inside, I’m bleeding with his love.
I work his sac next, flexing them, rolling them in my palms.
It makes his cock jerk. A pearl of a drop leaks out from the top of it and mixes in with the bubbles of his spicy-smelling soap.
As much as I want to play with him, give him the relief he needs, I move lower. I need to pamper him first, spoil him before giving him his climax.
I soap up his thighs, my fingers sifting through the hair on them. Slowly, I move down and work on his calves. The muscles on them, Jesus. I never thought calves could be sexy but they are.
They so are.
When I’m done, I come to my feet and his nostrils flare. His eyes look stoned. They are dark and drunk, completely wasted.
Before I can turn him around, he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me flush to his soapy body. “What are you doing to me?” he whispers, turned on and angry.
Our chests slip against each other because of the soap and goose bumps wake up on my wet skin. “Serving my prince.”
His grip stutters at the word and I know it means something to him. Me taking care of him like this when probably no one ever did.
When he presses a hard kiss on my mouth, I know it means everything.
I get him to turn around and his arms splay open on the tiled wall, his head bowing down.
I get more soap from the bottle and keep going, massaging and lathering up his shoulder blades and his spine. I poke my fingers in the dimples at the small of his back, soap the taut cheeks of his ass.
Once I’m done, I turn him back around and position him under the spray. I get all the soap off, go on my tiptoes to massage his scalp. I circle and rub his muscles until the water runs clean.
Zach opens his eyes, water rivering down his face, and he pushes his hair back, all sparkly and washed.
Looking into his eyes, I come down on my knees once again.
His chest swells as he stares at me with dominance and possession. Something about that makes me so horny for him. So hungry to bring him relief.
I take him in my mouth. He’s been hard all through this, hard and leaking and I can’t let him take it anymore. His shaft looks pissed off and I need to soothe it.
Balancing my hands on his hard thighs, I suck his dick.
His clean, musky taste makes me want to close my lids and savor this but I don’t want to lose our contact. The connection.
But what I can do is moan over his length so he can feel the vibrations. And I do that.
I moan and suck and blink up at him with needy eyes. I open my mouth wide, wide, wider until I’m inhaling almost every inch of him.
And over me, he’s tensing. His abs flex and he shifts on his feet, restless. His groans are louder than the splash of water against his back and the tub. His fists are getting tighter in my hair and over my shoulder.
Before long, he’s thrusting inside my mouth like he’d thrust inside my cunt.
He’s taking his pleasure from me instead of me giving it to him. And that’s the highest kind of pleasure I can grant him: letting him take from me.
I rake my nails down his thighs, up his juddering stomach. I go back and dig my nails in his hard ass, making the globes twitch.
Then, I do something that I never thought I’d do in a million years.
I trace the crease between his hard, muscular cheeks, finding that dark hole.
Zach stiffens over me, his thrusts in my mouth losing their rhythm. But I take over the job again. I move my mouth, taking him in and out as my thumb circles his tight, clenching hole.
With my other hand, I palm his balls again, squeeze them, tug at them and rub my finger over the delicate perineum. It makes him go up on his toes and palm my right tit.
My heart’s beating against my chest so hard at the illicit way I’m touching him. The way he’s tightened up and twitching and grunting.
God.
It’s the hottest thing ever.
It gives me the courage to pop my wet, slippery thumb inside of him, inside his tight hole, while vacuuming his cock in my mouth with a long, harsh suck.
And with a big jerk of his body, he spurts on my tongue.
But if I thought he’d let me set the pace, I was wrong. He grips my hair and pulls my mouth off with one hand while the other grabs the base of his spasming dick.
Zach aims at it at my chest and I arch my spine and push my breasts for him to come on. His hand circles his cock and he strokes, strokes, strokes, spilling his cum all over my tits.
White creamy ropes cover me and slide down the slope, plopping over my nipples. I don’t know what to watch, his orgasm on my body or him, panting and vibrating.
When he’s done, he opens his heavy lids.
Our eyes connect again, mine submissive and in love and his mean and dominating.
Clenching his jaw, he picks me up and forces me to stand. Panting, I look up at his harsh face.
“You think you can touch what I didn’t give you?” he growls.
I hold on to his shoulders. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”
He studies me for a beat and presses a short, hard kiss on my mouth. “Yeah? Well, I hope you’re ready then.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to really see what it means to serve me.”
Zach doesn’t give me the time to absorb his words before he changes our positions, then spins me around.
I’m facing that tiled wall now, the stream of the shower running down my back. I turn around to look at him when Zach grabs my hips and pulls me back, grinding his dick in the crease of my ass.
“What’re you going to do to me?” I ask with a tinge of trepidation and a whole lot of excitement.
He runs his open mouth along the column of my neck. “I think you know.”
I arch up against his dick that hasn’t gone soft even after his climax. “Fuck me?”
“Yeah. That’s for sure.”
Something makes me ask him, “Where?”
His hands rub over my stomach, go down to cup my pussy in one sweep before traveling up to squeeze my breast. “In your ass.”
I shudder against him and bring my arms up and back, fisting his drenched hair. “Okay.”
“Okay, huh? Is that why you pulled that move on me, Blue? Was that your way of telling me? You wanted to get fucked in the ass.”
I rub my thighs together. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Pinching my nipple, he warns, “But then, this isn’t about you now, is it? You’re here to serve me. Take care of me.”
Biting my lip, I nod. “Yes. It’s about you. Whatever you say goes.”
“It does.” He kisses my cheek lightly, so in contrast with how he’s humping my ass and twisting my nipple. “So I say that I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. But I’m also going to fuck your tight snatch.”
“Oh God…” I moan out when he utters that word.
That dirty, filthy, nasty word. The word that really makes me feel like his slut, a maid hired just to serve him and his base needs.
As if they’re paying me for this. So he can have a body to slake his lusts in.
They are all fools, then.
They don’t need to pay me. I’ll be his, body and soul, for free and forever.
Zach gives a hard thrust of his pelvis. “Are you ready for that? Are you gonna let me bang all your holes tonight, Blue? Both of them.”
The shower is wetting my skin but I still feel like my pores are parched.
“Yes. Anything you want.”
A harsh breath escapes him and he drops his forehead on the crook of my neck on a groan. “Christ, you’re driving me crazy, baby.”
I turn my face and kiss his hair. “You drive me crazy too.”
He looks up then, his eyes hooded. Kissing me, he steps back and away from my body.
Keeping our eyes connected, he searches for the soap, finds it and squirts it on his palm. He lathers it up, breathing wildly. But unlike me, he doesn’t wash my entire body.
No, he goes for my butt.
“Thrust out your ass,” he commands.
Looking away from his intense eyes, I do it. I’m staring at the tiled wall when I feel his soapy fingers on my crease.
I gasp when he goes to my tight, clenched-up hole and circles it with his fingers. I feel him pulling the cheeks apart to get better access to it and I barely suppress my groan. My nails are clawing on the wall when he asks me to relax.
Still working on my hole, he presses his chest to my back and sucks on my earlobe. I moan, dropping my head back and resting it against him.
Maybe I’m relaxed enough now because he pops his finger inside, swirling it.
“Zach, I…”
“Shh, relax. I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Push back.”
It takes me a second to realize that he means push back, not with my body, but with my internal muscles.
I burn with embarrassment as I obey him. As if by magic, his finger slips inside even more.
It’s weird, the fullness, but I don’t hate it.
In fact, it makes me want to rub my clit. It starts up an ache somewhere deep in my core.
Zach kisses my cheek softly and brings one hand to play with my nipple. That gets me going even more.
My pussy is juicing up and I shift on my feet, lodging his long finger inside my ass even deeper.
“You like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Thank fuck,” he mutters.
I don’t know how I can smile at a moment like this, when he’s working his finger inside my butt, but I do.
He starts up a rhythm, in and out, loosening me up somewhat, and I rock against him. A second later, I feel the pressure doubling up and I realize Zach has managed to pop in another finger. He’s scissoring them inside me, stretching me out for his cock.
I don’t think anything can prepare me for his thick, long erection but I love him for trying. For making me like it.
Lustfully, I cover his hand on my breast and press it. Zach moves his down then, leaving me alone to toy with my mound, and goes to my clit. He strums it, making me moan.
My orgasm takes me by surprise. It happens so quickly, so suddenly, as soon as he touches my clit. It’s not explosive though. But it’s enough to clench all the muscles in my lower body and relax me.
I miss his body heat when he moves away from me.
With heavy eyes, I see him soaping his dick and I know this is it. This is the moment he’ll enter my ass. He was just waiting for me to relax.
Looking up at me, Zach bends me forward even more and positions his dick. “Relax, okay? And push back.”
I nod. “Okay.”
Something somber washes over his face. Something that looks like gratitude. “I won’t hurt you, Blue.”
He’s said it to me before but this time, I feel it down to my soul. I know he means now. He means he’ll go slow. But I pretend he means emotionally, and he means forever.
“I know,” I reply. “Now put it in.”
A lip twitch.
And then, I feel the pressure. I have to turn away from him and rest my forehead on the wall.
Maybe I’m clamming up in fear because I feel Zach trying to enter but he hasn’t breached me yet. I feel him come forward and play with my clit again. It makes me jerk with how hypersensitive I am.
“Push back, Blue,” he whispers. “Let me in, baby.”
Something about the cajoling tone of his words and that wicked finger on my clit loosens me up again, and he manages to stick the crown of his shaft in.
“God,” I groan, panting.
Zach drops his forehead on my shoulder and bites at the skin. “Fucking Christ…”
His hips move, only a short jab but we both feel it too much with the way we’re moaning.
“You’re so tight. So, so tight. I can’t…” he rasps.
I hear the agony in his voice. It reminds me so much of the night he took my virginity and was so worried about hurting me that I reach back and caress his hair.
And I push back more, welcoming him deeper.
Zach curses, his hips slowly, very slowly, rocking into me. In and out. It’s barely there, the rhythm but still, I feel like I’m bursting at the seams.
I feel like I could come like this. With his fragile, careful pumps and his finger on my clit.
But then, he leaves my clit to grab my hips and keep me steady. Until then, I didn’t realize that I was swaying, that my legs were too weak to hold me up.
With his hands on my hips, Zach finds a better rhythm. His pumps are longer now, deeper, but still gentle and slow.
I can hear his raspy breaths. He’s strung tight like a bow. The pleasure is too much for him but he’s holding back for my sake.
That purpose I’d felt when I started washing him up floods over me again.
