Page 135 of Something So Strong

I look over my shoulder. “Why the fuck are you all the way back there?”

His hands are the first to make contact. They slide around my sides and up my soapy torso.

His chest skims against my back, then he pushes between my thighs.

The head of his dick knocks against my balls. Then again. And again.

Teeth sink into my shoulder before his lips press against the indents, and he sucks.

Groans vibrate against my skin, far stronger than all the water raining down on me.

I want to move against him, but my body is dead weight, and it takes all my focus to reach my hand over my shoulder to give Kai what I know he wants.

There’s no pain apparent until he releases my flesh and the blood is freed from beneath my skin’s surface. The sting is so fucking good, but I’m even more turned on by the satisfaction of knowing how big the bruise will be in the morning.

Now it’s my fingers’ turn, and the second they press down on Kai’s tongue, I feel his entire body relax.

His hands are still strong.

His dick is still using me however it wants.

But knowing all it would take to have him crumble at this very moment is to tear my fingers away, gives me back the assertiveness I’d momentarily lost.

I go to move, but am met with resistance.

I start pulling out my fingers, but Kai bites down—his teeth scraping over my knuckles.

Pausing, I try to move again. But he’s stubborn and drives his cock harder between my thighs.

Fuck the pain.

I tear my hand free.

Kai’s voice is whiny like a starved man’s and I take the opportunity to spin, slap my hand against his throat, and slam him back against the shower screen—the glass panel shaking.

“No more.”

Lines form between Kai’s eyebrows as he pushes them together. “No more, what?”

Taking possibly his favorite things in the world, I make a show of sucking on my fingers. “Mmm,” I hum. “That is good. It’d be a shame if you never got to feel that again.”

Kai’s eyes twitch with lust and panic.

I’ve become like air for him.

“You,” he huffs, all breathy and pure sex. “You’re it.”

His eyes close, and the focus of mine is snatched by his fingernails scratching up his outer thighs. It’s so hard the red lines are instant, and the most visible as he scraps them up his sternum before gripping the hand already around him and forcing it so hard against his neck his voice can only come out in a raspy pant.

“You’re it for me… That… That pretty face. Those gorgeous freckles…”

He draws in a shaky breath, and his eyes almost roll back in his head.

“Fuck,” he shudders. “You fucking own me, Jesse...”

I try to remove my hand, but he only tightens around my wrist.

“Tell me I’m a good boy.”

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