to see Masey slip into the stall with me, naked as the day she was born, and sink to her knees.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, my hands automatically sinking into her dampening hair.
She looks up at me with warm blue eyes. “Voldemort and Caitlyn and a whole bunch of other women may have wanted you for the way you make them feel. I’m sorry I wanted to meet you for the same reason. But I’m with you now because you give me a lot more than pleasure.”
Her fingertips glide up the backs of my legs as she presses kisses down my abs, over my hips, and across my thighs. Water splashes over my shoulders and gently onto her face, clinging wetly to the lashes that now brush her cheeks. She’s completely bare to me—not merely naked, not merely makeup-less. Utterly bare. That barrier I’ve sensed between us since we met, the soft, awkward uncertainty she’s used like a shield to keep me at arm’s length so often, is gone. And she’s beautiful.
“Masey…”
She cups my balls, grips my shaft, then opens her eyes enough to watch me watching her as she sucks me in deep. I toss my head back and groan.
When she takes her first drag on me, I’m a goner. The heat of her mouth is… Jesus. But it’s the warmth, the giving of her affection that’s doing me in even more. She’s not sucking my cock to twist me inside out or as any sort of thank you for the orgasms I’ve given her. Not even so she can show off her well-practiced skills. I’ve experienced all those blow jobs in the past. This is different. This is purely because she wants to pleasure me, give another part of herself to me.
Because she wants more with me.
That sinks in as she strokes my cock up and down with her full lips, covering every surface inch of my sensitive shaft she can. But it’s her devious little tongue that’s undoing me most. It sweeps across my crest with the barest of touches, teasing and lingering as it ignites me.
My fingers burrow deeper into her hair, digging at her scalp as she takes me nearly to the hilt, then sucks out my self-control and my soul slowly, with agonizing efficiency. All my blood rushes to my cock. I’m getting dizzy. I’m on fire. I can’t stop pumping my hips to meet her waiting mouth.
I stagger against the shower stall for support, but I still feel as if I’m swimming through ether. My knees start to give out. My heart roars.
She’s going to blow the top off of my head in seconds. Normally, I’d be thrilled. Hell, I’d salute her for a job extremely well done. But we’ve said so much and come so far together today, I don’t want this orgasm alone. I need to be with her.
I’m less than gentle when I tug on her hair to detach her mouth from my cock. Masey looks up at me, blinking. Questioning. I don’t have the patience for words.
Shoving the shower door open, I haul her to her feet, lift her against my body, and carry her, dripping from the shower, to my bed. I lay her flat, wedge myself between her legs, and thrust my way deeper inside her than I’ve ever been.
Immediately, she wraps her arms around me and digs her nails into my back. “Trace!”
“I have to fuck you.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“I have to be deeper inside you than anyone has been. Ever. God, you feel so fucking good.” I slant my lips over hers and penetrate her mouth as wholly as her body.
Under me, she rocks and writhes, clinging, gasping, and giving every bit of herself back to me with every dirty, surrendering moan.
“More,” she murmurs mindlessly. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I need…”
“To come?” I grab her chin and stare down into her eyes as I bang her body into the mattress. “Is that what you need?”
She nods with a little whine in her throat, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve read her all wrong. Did I convince myself of all the warmth and caring behind her touch because I wanted to feel it? Because I wanted to believe I mattered to her?
“But I need you, too. You make me feel alive again.” She peppers kisses across my face, then onto my neck, nipping her way down my shoulder. “You make me feel whole.”