I watch their gurgle before raising my hands to Demi’s hair to remove the conditioner from her thick locks. As her hair returns to its previously glossy appearance, I pray like fuck my moral compass doesn’t follow the shower gel’s descent to hell.
This is cocky for me to admit, but fuck it, I’m not ashamed. My dick is so hard, it stabs into Demi’s stomach like it can burrow its way to her pussy via her belly button. It’s that desperate to penetrate her, it is willing to take any hole on offer.
The humor my inner monologue hits me with chops up my words when I say, “There you go. All clean.”
I angle my head to the side when Demi thwarts my attempt to shut off the shower faucet by stepping into the path. “If I want to be treated like a queen, I sure as hell need to consider you as my king.”
My cock almost takes out her eye when she bends down to gather the shower gel from the in-built bench her foot was precariously balancing on moments ago. She could have reached it without bending her knees, but she’s a tease and more than happy for me to know it.
After squeezing a large dollop onto her palm, she raises her eyes to mine, licks her lips, then proves no matter how much I try to subdue the sexual chemistry between us, it will never fully extinguish. She doesn’t start her scrub of my body at my ankles. She commences it at my dick. And she doesn’t just scrub it clean, she tugs it, strokes it, and massages the vein feeding it with the pad of her thumb.
“Demi… fuck. We can’t.” I’m telling her no, but the rock of my hips is on the other end of the spectrum. My body doesn’t want to deny her any more than I don’t want to disappoint her. “I want to take care of you.”
I should be immediately shutting this down, pulling back, doing anything but encouraging Demi’s defiance by rocking my monster dick in and out of her circled hand, but my response can’t be helped. The shower gel replicates the silky softness of her mouth when she gives me the best head I’ve ever been given, and her unclipped nails replicate the grazes her teeth make when she drags them over the crown of my cock.
“Youaretaking care of me,” Demi counterbids, her words as smooth and precise as the strokes she does to my cock. “And I am taking care of you.” She lifts her eyes to mine. They’re beautiful and free and oh-so-wickedly deviant. “I just happen to love youandyour cock equally, so I’m killing two birds with one stone. It’s what makes me a great multitasker.”
Fuck morals. Her smile has me convinced repenting my sins for eternity will be easier than giving this up.
“At the first sign of trouble, I’m out.”
Demi grins victoriously. “I wouldn’t expect any less.”
After pressing a kiss to the middle of my chest, she lowers her eyes to my cock, eager to watch it sliding in and out of her hand. Within a couple of strokes, the muscles in my thighs tense before my hips begin to gyrate in rhythm to her strokes. It feels so fucking good, and we’re not hurting anyone, so I throw back my head and get caught up in the sensation, lessening the amount of weight I’m carrying on my shoulders.
It is amazing how liberating something as simple as being given a hand job in the shower can make me feel. My stomach has been a twisted ball of nerves all week, but right now, I feel like I could walk into a lion’s den and walk out without a scratch. That’s how freeing Demi’s touch is to me. She makes me feel invincible.
“Fuck yes, just like that.”
After increasing the pressure of her thumb on the vein running down my shaft, Demi adds a sexy twist to her pumps. Every inch of my cock is covered, and just when I think it couldn’t possibly feel any better, she finds my lips in the steamy conditions and nibbles on them like she usually does my balls.
While groaning through the sensation gripping every inch of my sack, I plant my hands against the tiles on either side of Demi’s head before bending my knees. Not only can I now grind my cock in and out of her hand as if it is her pussy, but she can also reach my mouth without overstretching her spine.
I wouldn’t necessarily say we kiss as she pumps my cock for its spawn. We more grunt into each other’s mouth, pant, and share the minute bit of air that hasn’t been gobbled up by the electricity brewing between us.
“In case you’re wondering, even now, on the cusp of blowing my load all over your stomach and fantastic tits, I’m still thinking about how sugary your pussy tastes.” I lick her lips before plunging my tongue inside her mouth, hopeful as fuck the warm welcome it always receives will stop me from falling to my knees and confirming her pussy tastes as sweet as I’m recalling.
As Demi duels her tongue with mine, she strokes me faster. Harder. Oh-so-fucking perfectly. I never knew a hand job could feel so good. I stroked my cock over her for years. Not once did it feel this good. Demi has a way of making the most mundane tasks seem as if they are unachievable by the average man.
“I’m fucking close,” I mutter a couple of seconds later, my wish to come heard in my tone.
“I know,” Demi murmurs over my mouth as she pants and grunts. “So am I.”
The knowledge she’s close to orgasming by doing something as simple as stroking my dick has cum racing from my balls to the crest of my cock. Its sprint is too furious for me to contain. I come with a hoarse moan while chanting Demi’s name on repeat.
As hot spurts of cum hit her chest, Demi grips my cock tighter, her pursuit relentless even with her pushing me to the pinnacle of perfection. She works my dick so well, the veins in my shaft soon throb as if it didn’t seek release only moments ago. While matching her strokes grind for grind, I lower my eyes to the murky white streams of cum extending from the generous curves of her breasts to the sexy dip in the lower half of her stomach.
Caught up in the moment, I gather a large splat of cum from her breast, then lower my hand to the apex of her thighs. When I rub the still-warm byproduct of my climax into Demi’s clit with my thumb, she fans open her shuddering thighs, welcoming my touch. I suck in the moan she pushes out when I slip two fingers inside of her. Her promise that she was on the brink of climax is proven honest when my fingers find the sweet spot inside of her. It usually takes a couple of strokes of her G-spot to set her off. Today, it only takes one gentle rub.
After burrowing her head between my pecs, Demi massages my fingers with her vaginal walls. She chants, moans, and comes undone while grinding her clit against the palm of my hand. The pure bliss of her face when she climaxes thickens my cock to the point it is painful. I’m hard in an instant, and it takes everything I have not to curl Demi’s legs around my waist and drive home.
I doubt I would have held back if the removal of my fingers from Demi’s snug pussy didn’t occur with a heap of redness. She’s bleeding, and once again, it’s my fault.
“It’s okay,” I assure Demi when the idyllic look on her face is gobbled up with horror. I’m dying a little on the inside knowing I hurt her, but I’ll never let her know that. “It’s nothing that can’t be cleaned up with a bit of water.”
I shove my hand under the spray, gulping when Demi’s blood rolls down my fingers before it circles the drain. Logically, I know that isn’t our baby, but there’s a fucked-up part in my brain that hasn’t worked that out just yet.
Proof Demi knows me better than anyone is undeniable when she whispers, “That isn’t our baby.”
