I twist out of his hold, walking backward until hot water cascades over me. He stalks after me like a furious god while I sneak a few pumps of conditioner into my palm. When he’s within range, I drop to my knees.
Water collects on my lashes, drenching my hair and beating into my shoulders. Fleeting fear tries to surface at the memory of unyielding tile beneath me, but I focus on the ray of light in the form of a man above me. I’m willing. Sober. With the one and only person I’ve ever wanted.
I’m safe here.
Smoothing my conditioner-coated palms up his thighs, I hold his curious eyes. They widen as one hand moves back to his ass to tease between his cheeks, the other cupping his balls.
“Don’t go easy on me,” I murmur. “I want you to punish me for leaving you. Choke me with this perfect cock and don’t stop until I’ve swallowed every drop.”
His mouth hangs open.
“Wha—"
His question dies as I devour him. His cockhead hits the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex, but I push past it, fueled by the guttural groan he releases. His taste floods my mouth, my tongue swirling and massaging and flicking with every bob of my head.
“Oh fuck, Win— I don’t— It’s been too long since— I’m not gonna last if you—”
I pop off, panting while rolling his balls and taking in his debauched expression.
“I said fuck my face, baby. You’re not moving.”
He shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re fucking crazy.”
I suck his sack, earning a slew of curses. My cheeks ache from fighting a smile while I tongue his heavy balls. The finger that’sbeen rubbing above his rim circles it in time to the stroke of my hand on his shaft.
Finally, his hips begin to rock and I eagerly swallow his cock again. He cradles the back of my head, threading his fingers through my soaked hair. With every gentle thrust into me, I take him deeper down my throat.
But he’s still going way too easy on me.
“Fuck my throat, baby.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he protests.
My sunshine boy still won’t give me what I deserve even after everything I put him through. It swells my damaged heart.
“You won’t.”
He hesitates.
Time to give him a little push.
Literally.
My fingertip presses against his hole, nudging inside. His ass clenches at the invasion as the hand in my hair curls into a fist. It stings deliciously. Grinning up at him, I lave at his tip.
“Have you ever?”
He shakes his head.
“Not even to yourself?”
Again, he denies it. I nod, sucking on his cock for another minute to relax him. Once he falls back into it, I push past the first ring of muscle.
“Oh—fuck.”
“Is that a good or badfuck?”
He glares at me and thrusts hard into my mouth.
