AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“A little privacy please.”
“What are you doing, Wicked?” He perched against the doorframe of the water closet, arms folded over his chest.
“I have things to do. Will you turn on the shower? The hot water might help.”
With reluctance, he did as I asked. “Don’t get up,” he called.
I kicked my panties off of my ankles and waited. He started when he found me still sitting on the toilet.
“I can do as I’m told,” I said saucily.
“Miracles never cease.” He slid his arms under my armpits and easily lifted.
I turned to flush the toilet, and my back screamed in pain.
“I’ll get it.” He steered me out to the shower and peeled my shirt over my head. “You need to bring your own stuff over here. Then you wouldn’t always have to be wearing mine.”
“You like it.”
“So do you.” He held open the glass door for me, and steam hit my face.
I closed my eyes as the water hit my back, loosening some of the muscles.
“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” Patrick stood close, eyes heavy lidded as he looked at me. His cock was hard, the head an angry purple. I pressed my thighs together.
“You know I can’t do anything about that?” My voice was breathy, desperate even, as need coiled in my center.
He fingered the elastic holding up my hair. “Want me to wash it?”
“Please.”
When he loosened the tie, my hair fell down my back. He guided me farther under the spray. I moaned when he massaged shampoo in my scalp. His erection poked my stomach. Automatically, I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around the thickness.
His movement halted. “Wicked.” He began to lather my hair once again, his movement jerky when I fisted his length. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“It hurts worse not to touch you.”
“Why can’t I say no to you?”
“Why don’t you stop talking so I can enjoy jacking you off?” I popped my eyelids open and flashed a grin at him.
He groaned when I squeezed the head. I ran my thumb over the slit, spreading the pearl of liquid around.
“This is a bad idea.”
“Why?”
“I can’t see it ending without me fucking you.”
I backed against the wall for support, taking him with me. I worked up and down his shaft. His palm slammed against the wall beside my head.
“Do it.”
“No.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Shut up.” His lips crashed down on mine.
