Rickie licks into my mouth with the finesse of a man who already knows that he's won. The slide of his naughty tongue against mine delivers another jolt to my overtaxed hormones.
He makes a soft sound of pleasure, and his wet hands lift my top over my head. “Come on,” he whispers between kisses. “Cool off with me.”
My last rational decision is to kick the bathroom door shut.
Twenty-Two
Rickie
Until I met Daphne, I didn’t know it was possible someone could look so vexed and so turned on at the same time. She hates the fact that she’s so attracted to me. And when she actually starts to like me, she’ll hate that even more.
I can’t fucking wait.
In the meantime, I quickly undress her. And when I lean her against my body so she can step out of her panties, she lets out a hungry whimper.
“That’s a good girl,” I say between kisses. “Now come here.”
She lets me guide her into the shower. I tug the curtain closed, and then I pull her into my arms. She makes a noise of pleasure as the tepid water rains down on our overheated skin.
“You see?” I whisper. “Isn’t this nice?”
“So nice,” she breathes, her fingers sliding across my pecs.
“Now she gets it.” I kiss her on the jaw. On the ear. And on the neck. She runs her tongue along my shoulder and my groan echoes off the tile walls. My hands are full of her sweet ass. And my cock is poking her rudely in the stomach.
Daphne doesn’t mind. She presses her wet, sleek body against mine and shivers. I need her mouth on mine again, so I take her in another deep kiss. She gives in, letting me run the show, and I take sip after sip of her hungry mouth.
We are nothing but slick skin and questing hands, deep sighs and deeper kisses. I let myself touch her everywhere—cupping her breasts, trailing a thumb down her ribcage until she shivers. Sliding my fingers in a teasing rhythm between her legs as she moans into my mouth.
It’s been a long fucking time since I felt like this—heated and invincible. Halfway to debauched.
But—as usual—Daphne walks her own path. She moves her pussy out of my greedy reach, and kisses her way down my chest, as the water beats down on her back. She wraps a hand around my hard length, and I let out a gasp of shocked pleasure. Before I can even get a breath, she takes my cockhead into her mouth and sucks.
“Fuuuck.” The noise causes Daphne to lift her face, which only gives me a better view of her lips wrapped around my cock. I have to brace my hand against the tile wall and remember how to pull air into my lungs.
She’s pleased with herself, too. Maybe it’s the stunned look on my face, or the shaky breath I take to try to calm myself down. But those brown eyes burn with victory. She doubles down, sucking and licking and running her hands up my thighs.
Holy hell. I need to calm down, or this is going to end well before I’m ready. I close my eyes and restate the Münchhausen trilemma. But then Daphne teases a finger across my taint and I forget my own name.
“Okay!” I bark. “If you’re trying to prove something, you win. Whatever it is.” I wrap my hand around her wet hair and tug.
She glances up, and I am saved from humiliation by the water turning cold. The sudden spray of icy water calms my body right down. But it takes an extra beat for Daphne to notice the chill. Her dark eyes take on a look of distracted confusion, until she finally pops off my dick.
Hastily I turn the water off. Then I push the curtain aside and grab a towel, which I wrap around her body as she rises. “Oh my God,” she breathes. “What are we doing?”
There goes her squirrel brain, barging in on my fantasy. “Look.” I pull her close, whispering right into her ear. “I’ve put some considerable effort into convincing you to let me have my evil way with you.”
She gives me a startled smile.
“And I know how much you appreciate honesty. So I’m going to be very clear about what I want from you. Are you ready?”
She gives me a slow nod.
“First, I want you to lie down on my bed. On your back. And don't dry off first, because