“What, do you want me to fuck you right here on the concrete?”
“Yes,” he pleads, with a tone that goes straight to my cunt.
“That’s too bad,” I croon in his ear. “Because the lube isallthe way on the other side of the house. So, let’s get you rinsed off.”
I step out of the pool, supporting Jamie’s weight with my hands under his ass as he tightens his arms around my neck, breathing hard in my ear. His skin is burning hot, but he’s shivering.
I start the shower, and a cascade of gentle rain pours from the oversized showerhead.
I lower Jamie to the floor, and he’s shaky as he shifts his weight to his feet, so I keep him leaned against my chest and stomach.
With a gentle touch, I tip his head back. I rake my fingers through his hair, give him a thorough rinse, and help him peel off his shorts. He’s too far gone to do anything with his newly freed cock.
His arms prickle with gooseflesh despite the warmth of the water and the heat radiating from his skin.
“You aredeepin heat, aren’t you,” I purr.
Jamie whimpers in response.
The beast is eager, but I bargain with her. A little longer.
“I bet I could make you cum again just by doing… this.” I grip the base of his cock and press my fingertips against his perineum, working his prostate from the outside again.
He gives the most delicious series of moans, his breath quickening, and he bursts under my fingers, ass clenching hard.
“Oh no, did I make it worse?” I tease. My voice is even, butfuckI’m getting off on this. I clench my inner muscles, enjoying a surge of pleasure.
Jamie can hardly hear me.
“Fuck, you’re fun.” A moan creeps into my voice. “So many buttons to push…”
I bend Jamie over and brace his hands against a teak stool, then coat my hands with soap and run them up his ass, giving him a thorough cleaning.
He moans and shakes all the while, stoking my own arousal.
“Please, please, I need your knot, I—”
He yelps as I turn the shower wand on his ass. While he’s still trembling, I crouch and circle my tongue around his rim.
Jamie’s entire body lights up. “Please please please—”
I plunge my tongue inside, enjoying the reflexive clench. I pry his ass cheeks apart with my fingers until he’s gasping and pull back to tease his rim before diving in even deeper.
Jamie sobs with pleasure. He reaches for his cock, and I slap his hand away. He gasps, spine tensing as he braces his hand back against the stool. Thirty seconds later, he tries again and earns the same punishment.
I lean back, catching my breath. “What happened to good, obedient Jamie?”
“I don’t know,” he whines. “I’m… trying… it’s hard to… remember…”
“If you want my tongue in your ass, keep both hands on the stool.”
Jamie grips the wood with both hands, and I start in again. He lifts one and I stop. His hand drops. I start again.
Whenever he gets close to the edge, he lifts his hand, delirious with need.
Each time, I stop short, edging him.
He drips onto the shower floor, clear and sweet. I’ve never seen someone drip like Jamie, and I love it.
