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I grin at her. “I’m going to try.”

She moans and throws her head back. I take a lop-sided picture of her with my free hand, then pick her and the towel up and move her a few paces over while she giggles at being carried. I place her gently at the base of the smooth stone shower, the towel offering some protection for her back, and tuck a lounger pillow under her head. I take down the showerhead, and, making sure the water is warm, I start spraying her body with it, taking care not to wet her face. When I see that she’s enjoying it, I turn up the pressure.

“That feels so good,” she says as I shower her limbs, her stomach, her breasts. I go under her arms, below her ears, under her feet while she sighs in pleasure. The water’s pressure and warmth are a good combination, and soon she is jelly again. She’s ready.

CHAPTER 32

Gush

IVY

Holy fuck. It’s another world. I feel like I’ve died and gone to some blissful warm ocean that is caressing me in all the right places. I realize I sound melodramatic—it’s just an outside shower, not an orgy—but with the spiced rum in my veins, in the hands of this sex god, it really does feel awe-inspiring. I know why he’s put me in the shower. It’s so that I’ll be comfortable in letting go when I feel the build-up to ejaculating. It’s supposed to feel like wanting to pee, so a lot of women hold it in, but the only way you can squirt is if you let go. Would I do that in an expensive bed, on Egyptian cotton million-thread-count linen? Nope. Would I do it outside in a villa shower where the mess won’t matter? Alistair seems to think so. He did admit he was good at this particular trick.

“Wait,” I tell him. “Fuck my throat first.”

I love having his cock in my mouth, especially when it’s so hard.

He places the showerhead in my hand, and I instinctively spread my legs wider and aim the water at my clit. It feels amazing. Then he kneels on either side of the pillow and angles his cock into my mouth. The fuse to my orgasm is lit—the warm water pounding my pussy, Alistair’s delicious rock-hard cock in my mouth, and my whole body humming with longing.

I open my lips wide, showing him I’m ready to take him in deeper. I massage his balls as he tilts his hips to allow more of his length inside. I open wider, wanting every last inch. Alistair is watching me carefully, ever the tender lover, to make sure I’m not uncomfortable. Sometimes I wish he wasn’t quite so careful. Sometimes I want him to treat me like a rough-loving slut. I will bring that up at our next champagne-fuelled yes-no-maybe meeting.

For now, I just want more. I lock eyes with him and nod, opening my mouth as wide as it will go. Alistair gets the message. One hand on the wall to steady himself and one hand in my hair for leverage, he begins to rock his hips, his huge cock going all the way into my throat so that I can swallow his tip. It feels so erotic to me that I almost come. My clit pulses under the flow of the warm water. As Alistair gently fucks my throat, my orgasm begins rolling in. I keep it at bay, wanting the moment to last for as long as possible. I start seeing stars and know I need to breathe, but I don’t want him to stop. I get dizzy and think I’m going to pass out but Alistair withdraws, allowing me air. I’m giddy when he puts his fingers back inside me and begins stroking my G-spot again. I know when my bladder sings like this I’m close to squirting, but I’ve never gotten there. Alistair increases the pressure and the tingling intensifies. It’s almost too much. Instead of resisting, I lean into the odd sensation, strumming my clit to help me get there. I’m so wet, plus there is the shower water, so I wonder if we’ll even notice if I ejaculate, but then I have the strongest urge to pee and I know it’s coming. I breathe through the urgency, trying to let go, but my pre-orgasmic body is so tense it feels impossible.

“You’re close,” whispers Alistair. “So close.”

Speechless, lips apart, I nod. I can feel it. He goes harder, I go faster. Soon there is no doubt in my mind that I’ll squirt because it feels like all the fluid in my body is making a beeline to my urethra.

“Come for me, Ivy.”

“Fu-uck,” I whimper. Fuck-fuck-fuck. I’m going to come. He had better not stop. He had better—fuck!

I surprise myself by screaming as the weird sensation skewers me. My muscles spontaneously push Alistair’s fingers out and I crunch forward as it takes over, dropping the showerhead.

“Yes, yes, yes,” hisses Alistair.

An incredible release cascades through my body. A hot fountain. I gush all over his expelled hand, all over the wet towel and smooth stone floor. I must look shocked because Alistair chuckles.

“You okay?” he asks.

Still not capable of speech, I nod. He puts his fingers back inside me and I’m about to protest because I’m pretty sure there’s nothing left, but immediately I feel that urgency again.

No way. But there it is, right there. I let out a guttural moan and start rubbing again.

Alistair joins me in the low-tone moaning, working his fingers like the god he is, and it’s just seconds before I squeal and gush again.

“FUCK!” I exclaim. It feels like my whole body is a warm puddle.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he murmurs in my ear.

“I need you,” I reply. Despite the intense release, squirting has made me hornier than ever. “I need you to fuck me senseless.”

Alistair grins. “It will be a privilege and a pleasure.”

“I want your big beautiful cock inside me right now.” I would do anything, say anything, I am so desperate for it. I grab him and kiss him hard, and he returns the passion.

The doorbell rings.

I don’t care who it is. It could be the fucking king of Thailand for all I care. “Ignore it!”

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