Page 46 of Warped

Chapter Twenty

V

I didn’t want to talk anymore.

I’d done enough talking for one day. I was pleased X was starting to get his memory back, though a little apprehensive at the same time. Did I think he’d want to leave me if he could remember everything? I didn’t know, but this X wasn’t the same as the one I’d first met. He’d lost a little of his edge, and I wasn’t sure how much I wanted him to get it back. Plus, though it was selfish and childish, I felt like if he couldn’t remember, then we were somewhat reliant on each other. The minute he remembered everything, he could take off to his old life, and I’d be left to deal with everything alone.

To stop him talking, I pressed my mouth to his and reached between our bodies for his cock. He was already at half-mast, and instantly lengthened and hardened at my touch. The water slicked the way, but didn’t do much in the way of lubrication. I reached behind him and fumbled for the small bottle of body wash I’d seen. I released him for a moment to add a healthy dollop to my palm and then applied it to his dick. The soap allowed my hand to slide up and down his smooth skin, the motion gliding, and making him groan against my lips. He felt amazing, his girth wide enough that my fingers were nowhere near meeting my palm as I pumped him. He was hard as stone, with a silky glove. The head was dark and swollen, the glans straining to meet my stomach, a slight bend upward.

I wanted to taste him.

I quickly washed off the soap then dropped to my knees. I edged out of the flow of water slightly, so I didn’t drown as I sucked him off, and then opened my lips and slid my mouth over the top of his glans. He groaned again, his hand reaching down to fist my hair. I looked up at him, admiring the way his dark lashes clung damply together over the top of those piercing blue eyes. Despite the hospital stay, his body was still cut—perhaps even more so from the weight loss—so every muscle in his abdominals and pectorals was defined. His scars littered his skin, more now, since the shooting. I didn’t care. He was still stunningly beautiful to me, and hard as hell.

And he’d told me he loved me.

I pushed the thought from my mind and continued to work his cock. Using my hand on the base of him, I pumped him a little in time with the bobbing of my head. I took him as far back in my throat as I could manage without wanting to gag then swirled my tongue around him and pulled back off again. The taste of his salty pre-cum coated my tongue, and I wanted more.

“Ah, fuck, Vee,” he said, reaching out to steady himself against the shower wall. The tension caused his bicep and forearm to strain, the muscles popping and making him look even sexier. I felt my own arousal tighten between my thighs, the low pressure swirling and building like a twister. I wanted him.

Even though he may not have wanted me to, I released his dick from my mouth and got to my feet. I kissed him again. “I want you.”

X spun me around, so I was facing the wall. He shoved his hand between my thighs, discovering me already wet and ready for him. He edged me out of the water, so it wouldn’t wash away my natural lube, and then bent his knees. His cock nudged at my entrance and I stepped my feet farther apart. I pushed my hips back on him, and he breached me, pushing inside me with a long, strong stroke. I moaned, loving the feeling of being full and stretched. My position had my face and tits pushed up against the surrounding tiles, the cold crinkling my nipples. The contrast of heat against my shoulder and hip from the shower, and from X’s body behind me, left my body hyper-sensitized. X’s hands were on my hips, his fingers hard against my flesh. He pulled out and thrust again, the motion forceful, shoving me forward. I pushed back on him, wanting more, and we quickly established a rhythm, hard and fast, the water pouring down around us, thundering in our ears in the small space.

His mouth pressed against my shoulder, his teeth nipping my skin. His hand reached around my body to rub my clit, propelling me to a whole new level. My mind spun and tipped, my legs growing shaky. My thighs trembled as the pleasure built at my core. I was close, so close. Our wet bodies slapped together, his other hand on my ass, squeezing my flesh. It felt so good, I couldn’t stop myself.

I shattered around him, my mind going blank as my orgasm broke. My inner muscles pulsed and I felt him jerk inside me, holding me tight against him as he came as well.

We twisted in each other’s arms, him pulling from my body. Chilled, we both stood beneath the water again, and I moved into him the way I had when I’d first stepped into the shower, my arms around his body, his around mine, my head on his wet chest. My hair dripped down my back, touching the base of my spine. It was always longer when it was wet.

X pulled away from me and looked down into my face. “You okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I will be.”

My heart swelled with emotion for him, and I clung tighter.

I could forget about everything when we were like this. Just me and him. None of the other shit that went with it. For the first time, I entertained the possibility of a future where it might be just me and him, together. Far away from all of this. My heart hurt at the idea of leaving Nicole, but I couldn’t live the rest of my life pandering to her selfish whims, could I?

X moved me so I had my back to him, and then he used some shampoo to wash my hair, and the gel to clean my body, his fingers lingering between my legs.

“Keep going like that,” I warned him, my body already swollen and sensitized from what we’d just done, “and I’m going to want a repeat.”

But the truth was, I was exhausted, I just needed to sleep now.

He kissed my shoulder, rinsing the soap from my hair. “You need some rest. We both do. It’s been a long day.”

We got out of the shower and toweled ourselves dry. We didn’t have much in the way of clothes, so I put my t-shirt and sweatpants back on, forgoing my dirty underwear. X wore his t-shirt and a pair of Jockey shorts. I curled up against him, his arms around me, my head rested on his chest. Nothing felt better in that moment. I never felt safe, yet right at that moment, I did.

Safe, content. Happy.

***

I woke to the sound of an unfamiliar ring tone.

I blinked awake, confused. X was already sitting up in bed. He nodded to the desk where I’d left the disposable cell phone he’d bought.

“You’re ringing.”

“Shit.”

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