I shiver hard under the water. I’ve never felt so wanted. So filthy and cherished at the same time. He spins me back around and rinses the soap away with his hands. Then he grabs the shampoo. His fingers work through my hair massaging my scalp in firm circles. The scent fills the steamy air. I close my eyes and lean into him completely. His hard cock presses hot and heavy against my stomach but he doesn’t rush. He just keeps washing me. Caring for me. Talking dirty the whole time.
"Such a good girl letting me take care of you," he says, his voice low and threadbare. "You took my mouth so well last night. Came so pretty on my fingers. Next time I’m going to bury my cock so deep you feel me for days."
I love every second of it. The heat. The steam. His voice. His hands. The way he makes me feel safe and wild all at once. When he finally rinses my hair I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again. Passionate and grateful. He holds me close under the spray like he never wants to let go.
14
Kraken
I shut off the water and lift Tia out of the shower. Hot steam swirls thick around us. Water streams down her body in shining rivulets that trace every curve and make her skin glow pink under the bathroom light. I grab a thick towel and wrap it around her first. My hands move slowly as I dry her off. The soft terry cloth drags over her wet skin while I can’t stop staring. Every curve gets burned into my memory. The soft heavy swell of her breasts. The gentle dip of her waist. The flare of her hips that fits my hands perfectly. Those toned legs that wrapped around me so perfectly last night. Her pink nipples stay tight and pebbled from the heat and my earlier touch. The way her pussy looks flushed and slick between her thighs already glistening with fresh arousal.
"Fuck baby," I rasp. My voice sounds rough in the steamy room. "You’re perfect. Every inch of this body makes my cock ache so bad I can barely think straight."
She blushes deep red but doesn’t look away. Good. I want her to see exactly what she does to me. I dry her back and ass next. Mypalms squeeze the soft warm flesh there hard enough to leave faint red marks. I kneel in front of her and dry her legs with long strokes. I press a hot open mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh right next to her pussy. She trembles hard. My dick throbs heavy between my legs. Hard as steel. Leaking steadily at the tip. Aching to be buried inside her.
I toss the towel aside and scoop her up again. Her bare skin feels slick and warm against mine. She wraps her arms around my neck. I carry her straight into the bedroom. The cooler air raises goosebumps on her arms. I deposit her right in the middle of the bed. The sheets bunch under her. She looks up at me with those wide trusting eyes. I climb over her. My knees bracket her hips. One hand braces beside her head while the other wraps around my thick cock. I stroke it from root to tip right above her. Her eyes follow every movement hungry and wide.
"See what you do to me?" I groan. "Been hard for you since that beach. Since you asked me to hold you in my bed. This cock wants inside that hot pussy so bad it hurts."
I lean down and kiss her hard. She moans into my mouth. The sound vibrates through me. I rub the fat head of my dick along her slippery slit. She’s soaked. Dripping. I push in just the tip and groan at how tight and hot she feels. "So fucking wet. This greedy cunt is sucking me in already. Begging for every thick inch."
I thrust forward in one smooth powerful stroke and bury myself to the hilt. Her tight walls grip me like a fist. She cries out loud and her nails dig sharp into my shoulders. The sting feels good. I stay deep for a second letting her adjust to my size. Her pussy flutters and squeezes around me. Then I start moving. Hard. Deep. Wild. The bed creaks loud under us as I pound into her with long powerful strokes.
"That’s it baby," I rasp against her ear. My breath fans hot over her neck. "Take every thick inch of this cock. Your pussy was made for me. So tight and hot and dripping down my balls like a good little slut."
I hook one of her legs over my arm and spread her wider. The new angle lets me hit even deeper. She moans louder. Her walls flutter and grip around me. I slam into her again and again.
"You feel that?" I demand. I grind deep and circle my hips. My balls slap against her ass with every thrust. "This dick owning this pussy. No one else gets this. No one else touches what’s mine."
"Kraken. Please,” she moans.
I kiss her again. Messy and desperate. Our tongues tangle. I taste her moans. My hips snap faster. I reach between us and rub her swollen clit with my thumb in tight firm circles. She tightens around me like a vice. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel this pussy come all over me like the desperate girl you are."
She shatters hard. Her walls pulse and squeeze me tight. Wet heat floods around my shaft. Her cry echoes in the room. I keep thrusting through it. Chasing my own release. The pressure builds fast at the base of my spine. I praise her name low and bury myself deep one last time. I come hard. Rope after thick rope of hot cum fills her up as pleasure rips through me.
I stay buried inside her while we both catch our breath. My forehead rests against hers. Her pussy still flutters around my cock. She feels so good wrapped around me. Soft and warm and full of me. I pull out and roll to the side. I drag her against my chest and hold her tight.
We stay like that for a long minute. The ocean crashes steady outside the window. The world waits with all its threats. But right now nothing else matters. She’s safe. She’s full of me. And I’ll burn everything down before I let anyone take her away.
15
Tia
We stay tangled together in the big bed for a long time afterward. Kraken’s strong arms wrap around me tight like he never plans to let go. His chest rises and falls steady under my cheek. Our skin still feels warm and a little sticky from everything we just did. I trace one finger slowly over the kraken tattoo on his ribs. The ink feels raised and alive under my touch like the tentacles might move if I press hard enough.
I tilt my head up to look at him. His stormy-gray eyes meet mine in the dim light. “How did you grow up? I mean before you became the big scary president everyone listens to without question.”
He runs his hand slowly up and down my bare back. His rough palm feels good against my skin sending little shivers everywhere he touches. “My dad was Royal Bastards. Key West chapter through and through. That life was always my future. Club in my veins. In my blood from the day I was born. I grew up around engines that roared louder than thunder and guns that got cleaned at the kitchen table. Men who lived hard andlaughed harder. Learned early how to throw a punch and how to take one without crying about it.”
His voice stays low and rough like gravel under tires. I listen while he talks. It feels important. Like he doesn’t share this part of himself with many people. “Dad died on a run gone wrong when I was eighteen. Fresh prospect at the time still trying to prove I belonged. Watched them bring his body back wrapped in a tarp. That night changed everything for me.”
I squeeze him a little tighter and press my face into his chest. “I’m so sorry Kraken. That must have been awful.”
He shrugs one broad shoulder under me. “Jameson from the New Orleans chapter pulled me aside after the funeral. Looked me dead in the eyes and said one day I would run the Key West chapter. Told me the club needed men like me. Told me to accept my fate. So I did. Never looked back. Built everything I have with these hands and this patch.”
I can picture him young and angry and already carrying the weight of the world. It makes my chest ache for the boy he once was. I press a soft kiss right over his heart. “You carry a lot on these shoulders. More than most people could handle.”
He grunts and tucks me closer. His hand slides down to rest on my hip. Fingers flex like he needs to remind himself I’m really here. “What about you? Tell me about growing up. Your mom. Your dad. I want to know everything about the girl who talks to plants and apologizes to vending machines.”
