“I couldn’t help it. I like you wet.”
“I’ll get as wet as you want, just let me take my clothes off first.”
“Great idea.” He starts stripping me naked. Pulling my sweater over my head and peeling off my drenched jeans. He tosses my wet clothes onto the floor in the corner, and then proceeds to explore my body with his hands and his tongue.
“You were gone way too long.” He licks my neck.
“I’m sorry. I was getting ready. I wanted to look nice for you.” I sigh as his hot skin presses against mine. “A vain attempt.”
“It was,” he agrees, brushing my hair back with both hands then cupping my face. “But I couldn’t resist. I was thinking about that time you let me watch you touch yourself in the outside shower and wanted to relive the moment.”
“Is that why you dragged me in here? So I can masturbate in front of you?”
“And come,” he adds.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Like what?” He smiles audaciously.
“Me coming.”
“Just about as much as I like to come. Now, show me.” CJ steps back giving me ample room. If it’s a show he wants, I’ll give him one. I step under the running water and let it rain over my hair and body. I then, slowly, seductively, drag my index finger down the center of my chest and abdomen until I reach the apex of my legs. CJ’s eyes dilate as I spread my wet folds andexpose the pink pierced flesh to him. Methodically, I circle my middle finger around my clit purposely avoiding playing with it, knowing my piercing is a panic button. One tiny touch and this performance will be over before it begins. I work myself up to an achy peak, massaging one breast and teasing a nipple, keeping a bearable pace around my inflamed nub.
CJ stands a foot away from me, hungry as a rabid dog, feverishly stroking his cock as I touch myself. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like the sexiest, most desired woman on the planet. It feeds my building need all the more, like gasoline on a wildfire. CJ takes a step closer to me, evaporating the distance between us. He pins me up against the wall, trapping my hand on my pussy. He’s breathing erratically, the feel of his jerking fist stroking my bare belly.
“Do it,” he commands with a clenched jaw. “Do it, now,” he repeats as if he’s dying.
Half dangling already, I move my fingers to the most sensitive part of my body. To the reactive little bull’s-eye that kicks me straight over the edge. As soon as I touch the engorged, throbbing flesh, I expel an incoherent moan as I unleash the orgasm I was holding at bay.
While lost in the black abyss of ecstasy, I faintly sense CJ tense and feel warm spurts of cum coat my stomach.
“It’s official.” CJ heaves in my ear.
“What is?” I ask with hazy thoughts.
“Our arrangement. I marked you so you officially belong to me.” He nips at my earlobe.
I laugh lightly, still drained from my climax.
“This deal is nothing to laugh about,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you in every inch of this hotel room. I’m going to make you come on every piece of furniture. I’m going to make you scream so loud, the neighbors are going to think I’m the second fucking coming. So be prepared.”
I pop my eyes open and look at him. His expression is fierce, and I feel the conviction in each word reach the deepest most depraved parts of me.
“I am prepared, and I’m looking forward to it.”
One side of CJ’s mouth curves up.
“Tell me a secret, Tara.” He traps my face between one palm and his lips.
I smile to myself.
“Next time, I want to watch,” I divulge.
“Little firecracker,” he whispers, tickling the shell of my ear with his hot breath.
He steals a quick kiss then drags me under the spray of the water, washing away the remnants of his orgasm from my stomach.
After my second shower of the day, CJ and I proceed to get dressed. How we are actually able to put clothes on without ripping them right back off is a miracle. I swear the sexual attraction passing between us is thick enough to choke a horse.
