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A wave of fire leaves me burning as he strokes me so rough and hard, I hiss, but it only makes me harder, his strong grip loosening my protesting hold on his arm.

“Fuck my hand, baby,” he instructs, pulling us back into the wall behind him.

I shouldn’t. I should fight out of his hold and force him from my house. Get a restraining order. I should do everything logical right now, but…

I grip his thigh and forearm and lean back into him, slowly thrusting.

“Mmm,” he hums against my ear, pulling my head back to his shoulder and out of the water. “You’re going to make us both come.”

His hand moves to splay on my chest, and I shudder as my dick slides through his tight grip, my ass rubbing against his thick length.

What am I doing?

“That’s it.” His words are followed by a moan that reverberates against my back, flows into my ear, and sends my brain into oblivion. “Fuck, Rome,” he groans. My lips part and lids fall shut as I press my ear harder against his mouth. “Do you like it?” he whispers, but it’s so goddamn loud. “When I talk to you?”

I nod, trying to press my ear harder. Pleasure rolls through me, triggering my thrusts to become harder and more erratic. I should be embarrassed, so fucking ashamed that I enjoy hearing his filthy voice in my ear and feeling his dick slide against my ass.

My eyes spring open when he releases me to grip my hips and spin me. If his hold weren’t so strong, I would’ve certainly slipped. I hold his shoulder for stability as he pulls me closer, and saliva drips from his lips as he wraps his hand around both our dicks.

“Fuck,” he orders.

I place my other hand on the tile and begin thrusting again, the new sensation much better than the last. “Oh fuuuck.”

“You like your cock rubbing against mine? Hmm?” he asks against my ear.

“Yes, fuck yes.”

I thrust faster. It’s good. So fucking good.

I wrap my arm around his neck, getting lost in every sensation—the water on my back, his dick against mine, his hand around us, his heavy breaths in my ear.

“Keep going, baby,” he groans. “Just like that.”

His voice sends an eruption of goosebumps across my heated skin and I moan, “Count.”

“Mmm, what was that?”

“Please, fuck,” I beg through my teeth. “I like it.”

I shudder as he licks the shell of my ear.

“Five,” he starts. My jaw and brows drop. “Four. Three. Two.” My entire body tenses, ready. “One,” he whispers.

I slam my hand against the tile as I’m blinded once again. Moans crash through my teeth, and my thrusts become jerked as I come all over both of us.

“Baby, fuck!” he shouts.

I force my eyes open and push his hand away, before dropping to my knees and wrapping my lips around him, rolling my hand along his length.

“Oh shit,” he breathes.

I’ve never done this. My dick was always in Connor’s mouth. I don’t know what I’m doing. His fingers thread into my wet hair, and I look up at his expression, a mixture of pleasure and shock.

“Perfect,” he rasps. “You ready? You’re going to swallow my fucking cum. You spill it, you lick it up.”

I give an affirmative moan.

A groan shakes the steam-filled air as his eyes hood, and his stomach tenses as he pulses. So much cum spills into my mouth, I’m sure I’ll need to swallow while he continues. I slow my hand, sucking him clean of the salty taste before forcing myself to swallow. He slides down the wall to sit in front of me while I pant, still coming down from my high.