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Chapter Eighteen
Latham
I knew she’d be pissed; that was a given. But I wasn’t expecting the fireball of lust to slam into my gut the moment I saw her. She’s completely covered in glitter, and I know from recent experience that shit isn’t coming off very easily. Desire mixes with my need to touch her, which is why I’m stalking off to the shower like my life depends on it.
Inside the small room, I let her slide down my body and reach for the shower knobs. It’s a small water heater and won’t stay hot for long, but that’s all the more reason to hurry up and get to phase two of my new plan: sex. It wasn’t even on the radar as I placed the glitter bomb in her driver’s side air vent, nor when I heard her pounding up my steps. But when I saw her in that dress? That fucking short dress that barely covered the stockings she tried to hide underneath? I was a fucking goner.
She reaches down to grab the hem of the dark material, but I stop her hand. “Allow me.” My fingers tingle with anticipation as I hold her wide gaze and slowly lift. Not wanting to miss a second of this reveal, I look down and watch as inch by glorious inch, I start to uncover smooth skin. And black lace.
The stockings are held by a garter belt that already has my cock raging with need. The tiniest strip of lace covers her gorgeous pussy, and something tells me there’s nothing to the backside. I’ll have to check that out soon. As the dress continues to inch up, I find only a sliver of her abdomen before spying more black. I groan in anticipation. My hands are hurried as I pull the dress the rest of the way up and over her head, tossing it somewhere in the room and raining sliver glitter over everything in the process.
And there she is.
The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
Wearing a black and red bustier and garter belt.
I almost come in my pants.
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I continue to memorize every square inch of her delectable body. “Holy shit,” I whisper, drinking my fill of the vision before me.
Harper shakes her head, sending more particles from hell all over my bathroom floor. My cock is so hard it’s painful, but there’s no way in hell I’m missing this moment. Stepping forward, I reach for her waist and pull her against me so she can feel exactly what she does to my body. With my index finger, I gently run it from the hollow of her throat down to the cleavage pushed up and out by the bustier. Dipping my head down, my tongue follows the same path. She gasps and sways my direction, the hard beat of her heart pounding in her chest.
“You wore this for me.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.
“And if I did?” she asks, her blue eyes wide with anticipation.
“Then you will be rewarded.” I nip at the tender flesh of her breast. “Multiples.” A flick of my tongue into the cup of her top hits pay dirt when it meets hard nipple and a ring. “So many you lose count.”
She shivers against me.
Reaching behind my neck, I pull my shirt up and over my head and let it fly over my shoulder. Harper’s long fingers frantically work my belt, trying to get to the button beneath. I kick off my boots, sending a silent prayer upstairs that I wore my slip-on ones to work today. When the belt is released and the button unfastened, she dives for my zipper. The bite of the teeth pounds through the small room and sends my blood flowing to my cock.
Before she can grip the waist and push them down, I kneel before her and grab an ankle. These shoes are dangerously high, little straps wrapping around her delicate ankles. “These will go back on later too,” I inform her before unclasping the buckle and tossing the shoe. The second one follows. Quickly.
As soon as I stand back up, her hands dive into my waist and my pants are pushed to my knees. My dick is practically weeping in my pants, begging to be released from its confines and touched. Then her hands move into my boxer briefs and wrap around my shaft. Pleasure and pain courses through my blood, stealing my breath and vision. “Fuck,” I ground out, biting back the release that is dangerously close.
“Oh, I plan on that too,” she sasses, a smirk on her gorgeous face.
I rip off my socks, unsnap the little buttons at her lower back, and help remove the rest of her outfit. When we’re both completely naked, she grabs my cock and pulls me toward the shower. I go very willingly.
Inside, the hot water pounds at my back, covering our bodies. Mouths fuse together, tongues battle, and hands grasp. We’re a heated frenzy of lust and desire, recklessly teetering on the edge of sanity. She strokes my cock, a deep growl rips from my gut. My hand reaches for her pussy, my fingers sliding between the wet folds easily. Two fingers plunge inside her warm heat and she gasps, causing my balls to tighten painfully.
“I’m going to eat this pussy later, Harper,” I inform, letting her know there’s no room for argument. My mouth craves her taste, her release. Her eyes are wide and wild, her hand gripping my shaft and working it over hard. I’m almost to the point of losing control. She almost has me ready to come, just by grabbing my cock.
I reach for her hips and lift, her legs wrapping around my waist. I drive into her tight body in one fluid motion, my body elated with satisfaction. Until the need for more overcomes the immediate sensation of being home.
Home.
I push that thought out of my head as her hands wrap around my neck and she grinds against me. I pull her up and then bring her back down again. Hard. Her body is tight with the need to come, my own anxious to follow suit. It only takes a handful of pumps before she’s there, coming on my cock and milking it for all it’s worth. My release follows immediately. My spine tingles and my pelvis thrusts. My balls ache as I come hard inside her sweet, tight body.
My legs wobble, but I don’t set her down. I hold her in my arms and touch every inch of her body with my hand. The other helps anchor us to the wall and keeps us from falling. Her lips are soft and pliant as I take them with my own in a gentle kiss that promises more to come.
Her legs start to slide, so I gingerly set her down. Her hair is up, yet matted to her face as the water cascades down every inch of her sparkly body. Without saying a word, I remove the clip and pins from her hair, watching as it falls around her shoulders. Glitter falls everywhere. I guide her back until the water is hitting the top of her head, making sure it’s completely saturated. Then I grab my shampoo and squirt a healthy glob in my palm. I’ve never done this before, and as I lather up the soap in my hands, it makes me happy I’ve saved yet another first for Harper.
As my fingers start to work into her hair, her eyes flutter closed and her mouth gapes open. A soft moan slides effortlessly from her lips as I use my fingertips to scrub her scalp, hoping I can remove as much of the glitter as possible. I already know it’ll take several washes to get it all off her scalp. The sadistic side of me hopes she gets all worked up and pissed every time she combs her hair and sees the sparkle. Maybe she’ll think of me.
And probably want to cut off my balls.
