NINE
Kelsey watched the change come over Wyatt with a touch of awe, his cool reserve switching to something wicked, predatory—a heavy coat falling away and revealing what lurked beneath. His laser-blue eyes devoured every inch of her naked body, raking over her in a way that made everything in her tighten and ache. And, to her relief, no fear or hesitation welled up in her. All the worries that were present that night preparing for Colby were blessedly absent. Instead, her chilled bones began to warm as he stepped closer.
“Undress me,” he said, his deep voice like a stroke to her skin.
“Yes, sir.” She lifted her hands to find them shaking ever so slightly and carefully worked the buttons on his wet dress shirt. She’d already been shamelessly staring at the ripples and bumps beneath the thin material, but pushing the shirt open and seeing his naked chest had her tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth. Sweet baby Jesus.
As she suspected, he was honed and hard—the exquisite body of an athlete hiding behind the trappings of a businessman’s attire. A dark smattering of chest hair tracked across his pecs and narrowed to a line down his abdomen, disappearing below his belt. She had the urge to lick his damp skin, to taste those flat nipples, and to trace that line downward. But he hadn’t given her permission, and she knew the rules.
She traced her hands down to his belt buckle, slowly dragging the leather through the metal, enjoying the way his cock twitched behind the fabric of his pants. Soon he’d be inside her, laying claim to her. Her sex clenched at the image, her body begging for what she’d so long imagined. What would it be like to be at his mercy? To give in to his will? No longer feeling patient, she unfastened his button and pulled down the zipper, getting onto her knees and pushing his pants and boxer briefs down in one swift motion.
His cock bobbed free, long and thick and so fucking gorgeous that she almost couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and caressing the sure-to-be-silky skin. She knew most women wouldn’t describe a man’s erection as such. But Kelsey couldn’t help but appreciate the pure primitive beauty of Wyatt’s arousal. Every part of him called to her.
“I like the way you’re looking at me, love.”
“May I touch you?” she asked, a little surprised by the breathlessness in her voice. Hell, she sounded like one of her subs, desperate and pleading. But she couldn’t bank her natural reaction to him.
“Yes.”
She rose up on her knees and took him in her hand, the heat of him almost searing her still-cold hands. He tensed a bit, and she winced, releasing him. “I’m sorry. My hands . . .”
He threaded his fingers along the back of her damp hair. “Then don’t use your hands.”
He guided her forward and she closed her eyes, dragging her cheek along the length of him, the smooth warmth sending a ripple of unadulterated desire through her. He loosened his grip on her, giving her free rein. She nuzzled the trimmed hair at the base of his cock, his masculine scent like a jolt of adrenaline to her own arousal, then she dipped down and ran her lips along his sac, earning a deep groan from him.
“Enough, love,” he said, his voice strained. “I promise to give you full access to explore and taste as you please at some point. But right now, I need something other than your pretty mouth.”
Reluctantly, she pulled away and lowered back to the floor to tug off his shoes and socks so she could remove his pants. He took her hand and helped her back to her feet, then tugged her against him. Steam rolled out from the top of the shower, cascading around them as he pressed a kiss to her mouth. The chill from their stint in the rain became more and more of a distant memory as his palms roamed her back and his tongue worked a slow, sensual dance against hers.
Rain pinged against the skylights, and time seemed to slow as he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her against him, holding her without breaking away from the kiss. His cock pressed against her belly, and her soft whimper was one of lost desperation.
He pulled back for a moment, his gaze tracing over her face, as if he didn’t quite believe she was here in his bathroom, naked and wrapped around him. She knew the feeling. “Water’s ready.”
And so was she. He set her back on her feet and pulled open the shower door. Jets were blasting from more than one spot, and the main showerhead was directly over top—raining down like the storm outside. He guided her in, the water blissfully warm against her, and laid a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Don’t get started without me.”
“Ha. I don’t know.” She turned into the water. “These showerheads look like they could be mighty effective. And you did make me wait all week . . .”
He grinned and smacked her ass with a sharp but playful blow that sent water droplets flying. “I assure you your patience will be well rewarded.”
He slipped out of the bathroom for a few seconds, and she tilted her head back, enjoying the spray and steam, relishing the fact that she felt so comfortable here with him. All week she had built up tonight, worrying that things would be awkward or practiced or formal. Worried that their worlds were too different to ever come together on the same plane. Worried that all she’d endured last year would come rushing back once he slipped into the dominant role. But the minute he’d put his hands on her, all those anxieties had evaporated into a haze of Oh, yes. This.
Cool palms slid along her waist, startling her for a second. She opened her eyes and leaned back into Wyatt. “Everything okay?”
He kissed along her shoulder, working his way toward her neck as his hand reached out and adjusted the cascade of water to a more manageable level. “It’s better now that I’m in here with you. Just wanted to make sure we had everything we need.”
She glanced at the shelf of shampoo and soap and noticed that he’d added a foil packet and a bottle of lubricant. “How very thoughtful, Mr. Austin.”
“Mmm.” He grabbed the soap, sudsing his hands, then moved his palms along her ribcage in slow, methodical circles. His cock pressed against her back, a hot promise. “Is it wrong that I love hearing you call me that when we’re like this?”
She tipped her head back against his shoulder as his hands made their way up to the bottom curves of her breasts. He dragged the slippery suds up and over her nipples, massaging and gently pinching. She groaned as a fresh wave of heat flooded her sex. “Wrong? No. Dirty? Maybe.”
He chuckled, low and dark.
“And I have to tell you,” she said, arching into his touch. “You’re not going to need any lube if you keep doing this.”
He pinched her nipples a bit harder, making them go dark pink and hard beneath the soap suds. “Is that right? You’re that wet for me already?”
“I’ve been wet for you since I left you last week, sir. And even before then.”
A low sound of approval passed his lips, and he traced one hand down her side, finding his way to the curve of her ass. He backed up a bit, sliding his hand between them and dragging the soap along her crack. “I don’t think it’s your place to tell me what I may or may not need to use on you, love.”
Hot goose bumps tightened her skin as his finger found her sensitive back entrance, teasing lightly. Her knees went liquid, and she couldn’t hold back the soft, achy gasp.
“See,” he said against her ear, “our training time together is going to be about exploring you, finding out what buttons get you to make that noise you just did, what I can tease and reward you with. Plus, I’ve been thinking about this ass way too long to not touch it now that I have you here.”
The tip of his finger, still slippery with soap, pushed gently inside, sending a wash of sensation across her nerve endings. Her clit pulsed in time with his ever so slight movements. Her hand went out in front her, bracing herself against the shower wall—both to keep herself steady and to stop her from relieving the pressure in her clit. She’d done anal play a time or two before, but the guys she’d been with had never had any finesse about it. And by some miracle, Davis hadn’t violated her there. But somehow Wyatt had instantly distilled her most forbidden and indulgent hot spot. He moved his other hand between her thighs, gliding over her mound and providing adept pressure. Then he plunged the fingertip in her backside a little deeper.
She moaned hard then, yearning. She’d gone a week with no orgasm, a week filled with dirty, delicious Wyatt fantasies. And she’d gone a year without the real thing. She was feeling every bit of that deprivation now. Her other hand landed on the wall, fully braced now. Water sluiced over her as she rocked into Wyatt’s dual touch. “Wyatt, please . . .”
“Come for me, Kelsey,” he commanded, his voice harsh against her ear. “Show me how bad you fucking want it.”
The effect was instant and overwhelming. She let out a sharp cry that bounced off the shower tiles and rode his fingers without care or concern for how wanton she must look. The orgasm was almost painful in its intensity, all the built-up tension bursting in one explosive moment. Her fingers curled against the hard tile and she called his name in a long gasping pant, rocking into the sensations, until her head sagged between her shoulders.
When her cries quieted, he didn’t give her a second to even grab a lungful of oxygen. He shifted his hands and grasped her waist, turning her in the large shower until she faced the back wall, which was covered with jets he hadn’t turned on yet. “Lean forward. Hands back on the wall. Don’t move them unless I tell you.”
She followed his order, flattening her palms against the tile, her chest still rising and falling with her quick breaths. Her head buzzed with half-formed thoughts, but she vaguely registered the sound of the foil wrapper over the sound of the water. A few more dials were turned and the overhead shower went off, but the jets in front of her came to life. Wyatt adjusted the knobs, lining her up until two smaller jets hit directly against her nipples. She arched with the awareness.
“Let’s see how effective these really are, shall we?” he said, wickedness in his tone.
He adjusted one more lower knob and the spray of water landed right against her mound, a breath above her throbbing, sensitive clit. “Oh, Jesus.”
“You don’t get to come again until I do,” he said. “You understand?”
“Yes, sir.” But already she could feel the beginning of another orgasm building. The first a mere appetizer apparently.
His hands captured her hips, tilting her just so, and then he was spreading her, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. Her body attempted to resist—Wyatt was big and it’d been a long time for her. But when his stubble brushed over his shoulder and his lips tickled her ear with a whispered, “Open for me, love,” all tension seemed to drain from her. He pushed forward, and her body melted around him like butter over flame.
“Ah, that’s it, beautiful,” he said, his voice pure appreciation. “Christ, you feel good.”
She bit her lip, her eyes watering with the pleasure of it all and the feel of him inside her. The lights flickered above them, the storm still raging outside. But it was no match for the intensity of what was happening inside. Wyatt stayed still behind her, giving her time to adjust, but the lack of movement was ratcheting up her need to an almost unbearable level.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what, Kelsey?” he challenged in that low, taunting tone. “Tell me.”
She wagged her head like a restless mare, his stillness pushing her to desperation. “More, sir, please.”
“So pretty begging,” he said, grazing her shoulder with his teeth and then sinking them into her neck. “You want to be fucked? Is that it?”
Wyatt thrust forward, burying himself deep and stretching her until his balls tapped her skin. A moan vibrated past her throat and her eyelids snapped shut. The sense of fullness was so fierce, so perfect, she almost came on the spot—the jets holding her on the brink already. But she clamped her teeth together and forced her eyes back open. Focus. She knew from being on the domme side that delayed gratification could be well worth it. The longer the tease, the bigger the payoff. But as he pumped forward again, she wondered if she had the strength to hold off.
She stared at the water sliding over the tiles, trying to cling to her last vestiges of self-control, but then the lights blinked and the room went black. She gasped in surprise, but Wyatt didn’t falter. “Ignore it, love. I don’t need light to make you feel good.”
The walls of the shower flickered with the white lightning flashing through the skylights, the strobe light effect matching the disorienting feeling of having the man she’d so long lusted after pumping inside her.
“You know how many times I’ve thought of this, Kelsey? How long I’ve wanted you? How many times I’ve imagined taking you in the back of your restaurant, lifting up that sweet little skirt and having you just like this, bent over and at my mercy?”
The words landed hot on her, making her sex clamp around him, aching, begging. The picture he painted was one that could get her off almost by thought alone. This is what he’d been imagining when she’d served him omelets? Had she known that, she would’ve never been able to get through a shift without ruining her panties. She loved how dirty and deliciously deviant this seemingly buttoned-up man could be. “I would’ve let you, sir.”
He gave a harsh grunt and gripped her waist hard, his fingers pressing into her skin with near bruising strength. Owning. Claiming. He thrust into her, rocking her into the shower jets. The bottom one was now hitting her clit with every forward thrust. Wham. Wham. Wham. Like some relentless hot tongue flicking at her in the dark. Pressure built low and fast, the stimulation making the ability to form thoughts go haywire.
“Hold on for me, Kelsey,” Wyatt ground out. “I want you to go over with me.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
“Good girl. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
“God, yes,” she moaned, her control slipping.
His pace increased and he fucked into her with abandon. Now she knew she’d have bruises on her hips. She didn’t care. Bruise her. Brand her. Fuck her. He could do whatever he wanted right now. Her fingers had to be white against the shower wall as she pushed back against the onslaught of his erotic assault. Her nipples tingled in a constant state of arousal from the water, and every inch of her seemed to be glittering with bright need. Her body rocked against the shower spray, his cock pistoning into her, and her every molecule seemed to whirl and tighten. She wasn’t going to be able to wait . . .
“Wyatt!” she cried out, her orgasm an unstoppable train of sensation and brute force.
A loud, rumbling groan tumbled out of him as he went over the edge with her, his cock swelling inside her and pulsing with his release. He rode the rocket launch with her, pumping inside her as unintelligible sounds passed her lips and her muscles began to shake with the power of it all. The feel of him, the water, the heat. Her head swam.
He banded an arm around her waist and swiveled her over and away from the jets, as if he’d known the exact moment when it all became too much for her. He held her against him, her back to his chest, his cock still inside her as she sucked in deep breaths, slowly finding her way down from all that intensity.
“Shh,” he soothed. “You’re okay, beautiful. Just take your time. I’ve got you.”
The words were like warm balm to her twitching body. He slipped out of her, while still holding her upright, and tossed the condom to the shower floor. Then he led her back to the bench on the far side of the shower. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, the steam wafting around them and the lightning still flashing through the skylights.
She curled into him, glad for the water and the dark. At least he wouldn’t see that she was crying. Crying from relief, from physical exhaustion, and from the fact that she now knew there was no way she’d walk away from this unscathed.
This man could undo her.
This was gonna hurt.