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"Nope," I said lightly. "Hey look, a shower. I could use a wash."
"I could use some food," Brinley said. She gripped E'rel's hand and pulled him toward the door. "Come on, let's eat."
He looked pained, but left anyway.
"Do you need to eat?" I asked J'avet.
He shook his head. "No." He looked hungry, but not for food. "Come here."
I looked at him sideways, but stepped forward. The moment I was close enough, he tangled his hand in my hair and pushed me to my knees.
"I know one way to shut you up," he growled. With his spare hand, he undid his pants and pushed down the front. His public plate slid aside to reveal his already erect cock. He dragged me forward until he was able to shove his cock into my mouth.
Yep, he was right. I couldn't talk like this.
I ran the tip of my tongue over his cock and tasted his juices.
He groaned and pushed his cock in deeper.
"Suck," he ordered.
Normally I don't like being ordered around, but since I was already there, I might as well.
I sucked gently, while my hand crept up to search his groin. I wasn't sure what I would find there, but my fingers touched balls that felt like those of any other guy I had been with.
He moaned. "Harder." His hips moved back and forth as he fucked my mouth deeper and deeper.
I sucked harder at the same time as I cupped his balls and toyed with them.
I thought he was about to come when he pulled out of me.
"Shower," he said. Apparently the blood abandoned his brain to the point he could only say one word at a time.
He pulled me to my feet and all but tore my clothes off before we were both immersed in hot water. He pressed me against the wall and hooked one of my legs around his hip.
Without another word, he slid three fingers inside me and started to rub me with firm, hard strokes.
In approximately three point two seconds, I was ready to come. I guess I needed this more than I knew.
I panted out a moan and threw back my head, narrowly missing the wall before I stopped. Knocking myself unconscious would be a really crappy thing to do in the middle of sex.
J'avet stroked me harder still, so hard he grunted with the effort.
My hips bucked frantically several times before I came. A fierce growl of pleasure slipped out from between my lips. If anything squirted from my other lips, it was washed away in the water.
I hadn't even started to come down when he drew his hand out of me, bent me so my face was under the flow of water, and slammed his cock into me from behind.
The water was too hot and the pressure so strong, I had to move my head to the side every so often just to get a breath.
His hand, which had left my hair while we undressed, wound into my curls again.
He held me firm under the water while he pounded again and again with no hint of restraint.
My head felt light. I was forced to pull him, hand and all, to the side so I could breathe.
He didn't go easily. I thought he might tear out a handful of hair. The pain was both terrible and exquisite. If he was anyone else, I might have told him to stop. I knew he would if I asked.
That was exactly why I didn't. I let him dominate me, and that permission, which I could revoke at any time, gave me the power. I had as much say in all of this as he did. If I didn't want him to hammer my entrance, he wouldn't. If I hadn't wanted a throatful of his cock, I wouldn't have had one. I knew he knew all of this, even though he hadn't hesitated for a moment.
