Fuck. It wouldn’t fit.
“Sorry,” I said.
He tilted my chin up with his hand. “Don’t ever fucking apologize for gagging on my cock.”
I shifted, suddenly aching between my legs at the look in his eyes.
I studied his cock like it was the organic chem test in college I couldn’t figure out. Both excited by the challenge and a little pissed off.
I’d never deep-throated before.
“Relax, baby,” he said, rubbing his thumb across my chin. “Start with your tongue out, and breathe.” He wiped the water from my eyes before tangling his hands in my hair.
I did as he told. Keeping my tongue out, flat, and relaxing my breath.
I gripped him, forcing the curve of his cock to go in the right angle down my throat. It was kind of like a puzzle.
I shoved him farther down my throat until I felt so full, so stretched, that I couldn’t breathe. For a moment I thought maybe I would die like this. Thishadto be all of it.
He groaned, his grip tightening in my hair. “Fuck, Shay,yes.”
And I choked again. Spit mixing with shower water on his cock. My head fell forward, blurry-eyed and heavy. I breathed.
Calder massaged the back of my neck.
“You did so well, Manic,” he purred.
“Did I do it?” I asked, blinking as shower water pelted my eyes. His hands came over my forehead, shielding me, and he shook his head on a smile.
“What?” I gasped. “How much was left?”
His free hand went to his cock, showing me how far I’d gotten.
My shoulders dropped. “Oh my god. I barely got halfway.”
“Come here.” He gripped my throat, dragging me up from my knees and into him, mouth landing on mine.
The shower cascaded on both of us, the water making the flavor of him stand out. Like clean skin andCalder. He knotted his hand in my wet hair, swallowing more of me. Devouring. I gasped and he growled into my open mouth, hand sliding between my thighs, a finger slipping inside me?—
Knock.
“If you’re fucking him, I swear togod, Shay!” my sister yelled through the door, knocking furiously.
Calder paused, his forehead against mine, finger still inside me.
Then, with a heavy exhale, he withdrew it and rubbed my wet hair out of my face.
With another long, deep kiss, but without tongue, he said against my lips, “We should probably pay the piper.”
chapter
forty-three
SHAY
“Chaotic,” Lithie said.
“Sexual,” Olly continued.
