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“Baby, take your clothes off. You need a shower.”
“You called me baby,” he says, his voice thick. I turn toward him and feel like I’m seeing him for the first time.
“Yeah, I guess I did,” I say, smiling softly. “Please? Let me take care of you.” I hold my breath, readying myself for him to reject me. But he doesn’t. Without a word, he peels his clothes off as I turn the shower on. I hesitate before sliding my shirt and panties off and tossing them to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t want my clothes to get wet,” I say as I pull the shower curtain back. “Get in.” We stare at each other, the steam from the hot water filling the room. He climbs into the tub and holds my hand, steadying me as I follow in after him. “You might have to crouch so I can wash your hair.” I turn him toward the water and watch the red liquid leave his hair.
“I can do this,” he says, but I ignore him as I grab the shampoo. When I look back at him, he’s staring at me with guarded eyes. “Why are you doing this?”
“Crouch down,” I murmur. He stays staring at me for a long time, then he sits on the edge of the tub, bringing his head level with my chest. I pour the shampoo into his hair and massage his scalp as I wash all the blood out. He lets out a long, tired sigh, and I dig my fingers in more, wanting him to relax. When I finish, he stands and rinses the soap out, his eyes on mine the whole time.
I make him add conditioner to his hair as I grab Ian’s body wash. As I lather the soap over his body, washing the blood away, more of his scars, fresh cuts, and bruises reveal themselves.
“I thought you said you weren’t hurt,” I say, gently probing at one of the bruises. He hisses and grabs my hand.
“It doesn’t hurt unless you touch it,” he says. “Kens—” I kneel in front of him, not letting him say anything else. I lather the soap on my hands and start washing his legs. When I look up at him, his cock is standing straight up. It’s long and thick with a vein throbbing underneath. My mouth waters as I stare at it. “Sorry.” He roughly clears his throat, but never takes his eyes off me.
I hesitate before reaching up and lightly gripping his cock. He rests his hand on the wall, bracing himself. Slowly, I slide my hand up and down, squeezing gently.
“Is this okay?” I murmur, and he nods. I keep my eyes on his as I pump my hand over him, his thighs flexing with each stroke.
“Your mouth,” he grits out. “Put it in your mouth, baby. Please.”
Leaning up, I wrap my lips around him and slowly take him deep into my mouth. He groans and leans his head back, letting some of the water spray down his body and into my face. His other hand moves to the back of my head, gripping my ponytail tightly.
“Let me fuck your throat,” he groans. I open my mouth wider and he tips his head down to look at me, his eyes hooded. He pushes his hips forward, his cock sliding into my throat. He hesitates before pushing further. My eyes water, but I keep them open and on his. “Fuck, you look good with my dick in your mouth. Stand up, I need to fuck you.”
“Not yet,” I breathe as I slide off his dick. “I–I’m not there yet.” His jaw tenses, but he doesn’t argue.
“Play with your pussy then,” he says as he pushes his cock back into my mouth. “I want you to come.” I slide my hand between my legs, whimpering when my fingers connect with my swollen clit. “That’s right. Don’t take your eyes off mine.” I barely nod before he thrusts forward, making me gag. I move my fingers faster, feeling my thighs tremble as he uses my mouth the way he wants. “Take it. Fucking take it, Kennedy.” His voice is guttural and it makes my body tighten.
His movements become faster and rougher, making me gag with each thrust. He wraps my hair around his hand like a rope and forces my head back so he can slide his dick deeper.
“Are you close?” he grits out. I nod as much as I can. He starts thrusting harder and I feel his cock thicken. “I’m about to come. Swallow it all, love.”
My heart squeezes.
It’s the first time I haven’t felt repulsed by him calling me love.
I move my fingers faster and feel my orgasm rise. “Fuck, I can’t hold back. Shit.” His thighs tense as he thrusts faster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My eyes roll back as I come, whimpering around his cock. “Oh, fucking God.” He pushes deep inside my mouth as he comes, his hand in my hair tightening to the point of pain.
My body convulses as I come, and I have to force myself to focus on swallowing. Finally, we relax, but instead of taking his cock from my mouth, he starts thrusting again. It’s softening, but still fills my mouth completely.
“I’m not ready to take it out,” he murmurs, gently stroking my head. “Suck on me some more, baby.” I run my tongue over his sensitive head, making him groan and lean against the wall. His eyes are heavy as he stares down at me gently sucking him until he’s fully soft. But still, he doesn’t pull out. I keep sucking until he leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes.
“Ez?” I ask when I slide off.
“Hmm?” His eyes barely flutter open. He looks so tired, so vulnerable and so unlike Kiwi that my heart melts for him.
“You want some food, then you can get some sleep?” He nods and helps me stand, then dips down to kiss me gently.
“Thanks for that,” he murmurs against my lips. “I–I needed you.” His eyes stay closed, like he doesn’t want to see my reaction.
“I needed you, too, Ez.” I rest my hand against his firm jaw, feeling him flex under my touch. He rests his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath.
“I’m going to kill someone,” he whispers, his eyes still closed. “And I’m going to enjoy it, Kens.” Finally, he opens them and stares deep into my soul. “I’m going to fuckingenjoyit.” I swallow hard at the promise in his voice.
