Page 47 of Drunk on You

I whine at the loss—again—but it’s short-lived because a moment later, his fingers push into my ass, making me moan in pleasure. I didn’t think about the logistics of anal in the shower, but thankfully, Julian did, using my juices as lube. He works my ass over for several minutes before he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with the vibrating rubber dick. The overwhelming sensation damn near sends me over the edge.

With it vibrating in my ass, Julian grabs the curves of my hips and murmurs, “Hold on, Red. I’m about to fuck you into next week.”

And then, giving me only enough time to press my hands on the wall so I’m not shoved into it, he thrusts into me from behind.

His cock is thick, and mixed with the dildo in my ass, it’s a tight squeeze. But because I’m so turned on, he moves in and out of me easily, fucking me just how he promised. Over and over, his thick length hits all the right spots, and within minutes, my pussy is contracting around his cock as I climax harder than I ever have in my life.

“Fuck,” he groans, digging his fingers into my flesh as he drains his orgasm into me.

We both stay where we are, catching our breaths, and then the vibrator is turned off and slowly removed out of my ass, followed by Julian pulling out of me. The double loss causes a shiver from the cold to overcome me despite the shower being hot and steamy.

As if Julian can sense what I’m feeling, he pulls me into a standing position and wraps his arms around me from behind, instantly warming my body up.

Wordlessly, he goes about washing my hair and then my body. When he gets to the area between my legs, he turns me around and says, “Lift your leg.”

I place it on the bench, and then he swipes a washcloth between my legs. I’m sensitive, and I wince, and he smirks knowingly. He warned me he would fuck me into next week, and he wasn’t lying. Even sensitive and a bit sore from the double penetration, I’m already thinking about when I can have him again.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks, tapping my leg so I can put it down.

“Huh?”

I’m so lost in the clouds that I don’t realize what he’s asking until he clarifies, “Birth control. I came inside you.”

“Oh.” Jesus, I’ve never had unprotected sex. “Yeah, I have an IUD. We’re protected.”

“Good,” he says. “Wouldn’t want to knock you up before convincing you to take my name.”

I wait for him to laugh or say he’s joking, but he doesn’t. Since I’m sure he’s just messing with me, I let it go, focusing on the other part of having unprotected sex.

“I’m clean. I haven’t had sex in a while, and I’ve been tested since then.”

“Same,” he says, reaching to grab his board shorts—which he shucked off at some point—from the floor and hanging them on the hook next to my bikini.

“And now that I’ve had you raw,” he says, leaning in and nipping my lip, “there’s no way in hell I’m fucking you with a piece of rubber between us.”

Without giving me a chance to respond, he reaches around and fists the back of my hair, pulling my face toward his for a passionate kiss that sets my body on fire and has me wanting round two.

“Not now,” he murmurs against my lips. “We have a dinner to get to. And the next time I take you, I’m going to take my time and explore every inch of you.”

chapter nineteen

JULIAN

When I walked into the bathroom to go pee, I didn’t plan on having sex with Ana, let alone hot fucking shower sex that involved her vibrating pink rubber dildo. But I can’t say I regret it in the least because it was the best sex of my life. And that says a lot because I’ve had my fair share of sex.

I wasn’t sure which woman I’d get—the proper marketing analyst who prefers luncheons over clubs or the feisty woman who deflated my tires and put gay porn on my laptop. Based on the way her eyes lit up at the idea of anal and how she screamed while she came all over my cock, feisty Ana was who I was fucking. And, holy shit, do I want more.

After we finished showering and drying off, I left her to get ready while I got dressed. We’re attending a luau with her dad and Selene, so I’m dressed in a pair of gray linen pants, a long-sleeved white button-down, rolled to my elbows, and a pair of flip-flops.

I’m returning an email when Ana steps out of the bathroom, dressed in a low-cut, long tropical dress that shows off the swells of her breasts with a slit that runs straight up her thigh, exposing her toned, tanned leg. Her hair is down in perfect waves, and she put on a fresh face of makeup, complete with her signature bright red lipstick that matches the color of the flowers on her dress. She saunters over to where a pair of heels are waiting for her and slides them on.

“Do I look like I belong here?” she asks, doing a playful twirl.

“You look like you belong riding my cock,” I say, standing and walking over to her. I grip the curve of her hip with one hand and run my other up her smooth thigh and around to her backside, learning that she’s only wearing a tiny piece of fabric that I’d bet barely covers her cunt and nothing more.

“Please tell me you don’t mind giving head because the thought of you wrapping those lips around my shaft and staining it red might sound cliché, but it’s got me sporting a semi.”

Ana throws her head back with a melodic laugh, and like opposite poles of a magnet, I’m drawn to the column of her neck, peppering kisses along it while inhaling her signature floral scent that, tonight, is mixed with coconut from her suntan lotion she was reapplying all day.

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