Page 34 of Between the Lines

Letting go of one breast, he tapped a finger against her lips. “You’re not the boss here, remember? You’ll get my cock when I say so, and not a minute before.”

She cursed, and he laughed. Sliding his hands down, he parted her thighs wide enough for him to stand between them. She gasped eagerly when the head of his shaft brushed the soft heat of her cleft, but he had other ideas.

“I wish I had another belt in here to hold you open just like this, but since I don’t, we’ll just have to make do.” He slid a finger through her folds, her knees tightening on either side of his hips against the sudden contact.

“You’re soaked.” He lifted his fingers up so she could see her own moisture on them, wetter even than the water pouring down around them. When he slid those same fingers into his mouth and licked them clean, her head fell back, watching him through partially lowered lids.

“You’re the only person who’s ever made me that way.” Her focus stayed locked on him, and he understood that she was sharing something important with him. The weight of her words hit him with the impact of a bulldozer.

He didn’t deserve this, not after the way he’d left. But then, he’d never claimed to be a good man. He certainly wasn’t above taking what she was offering to him.

He thought he just might die if he didn’t.

“Are you warming up?” He ran a hand along her inner thigh. She melted beneath his touch, her muscles liquefying like honey in the sun. She continued to regard him with that laser-like focus, as though she was afraid he would disappear if she looked away.

“Keep looking at me like that.” Moving his hands to brace them on either side of her face, he leaned in, let his cock press against her slick heat. “It makes me so fucking hard.”

“Good.” She gasped when he rubbed against her, her thighs clenching around his hips. “That’s how I want you.”

“Mmm, but this isn’t about what you want. I’m bossy, remember?” Dipping his head, he laved his tongue over her nipple. “It’s about what I want to give you.”

“Damn it, Theo.” She tugged at her bindings, cursing when they wouldn’t give. “I want to touch you.”

“And I want to touch you.” Standing, he reached for the detachable showerhead mounted into the wall. “Guess what? I win.”

So would she, though, and very soon. Adjusting the nozzle of the showerhead until the water flowed in a steady stream, but not one that would be too hard for her sensitive flesh, he aimed it between her legs. Her gasp when the water made contact sent a stream of pure desire through him.

“Jesus.” She writhed on the bench, twisting against her restraints like a wild thing. Her hips bucked, and he wasn’t sure if she was trying to lean into the spray or push away. Steam rolled through the shower, and he couldn’t tell if the droplets of water on her skin were from the water falling around them or sweat, not even when he laid his tongue to her shoulder for a taste.

“Theo. I can’t... I’m going to...” She arched like a bow as he began to move the spray in slow circles between her legs, edging around her clit but not coming in direct contact with it. Her frenzied motions brought her heat into contact with the swollen length of his dick, and he briefly closed his eyes to regain his control.

When he opened them again, he was struck by the visual that was laid out before him. Slim as an arrow, she still curved in all the places that made his mouth go dry. Her milky-white skin was a pretty shade of pink from arousal and heat. Her nipples were cherry red and their tips bunched enticingly, begging for his mouth. Her eyes were still at half-mast, glassy with lust but fixed on the visual of his cock, the water and her parted thighs.

“You surprised me,” he said as he ran a finger through her folds again, letting the water beat around the touch. She gasped, groaning when he pulled away again.

“What do you mean?” She ground this out through gritted teeth. He could tell from the look on her face, the increasingly frenzied movements of her body, that the pleasure was rising high and fast inside her. He loved that he could bring her there so quickly.

Grinning wickedly, he returned his hand to her pussy. This time he tucked two fingers inside, savoring the way she clenched around him as he slid through her liquid heat. “You’re completely bare. That’s new.”

“I...like it...that...way.” He found that special place inside her, rubbed over her and watched the way her eyes blurred. “Jesus fuck, Theo. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You will take it, because I say so.” He kept up the pressure inside her but moved the showerhead so that the spray was focused directly on her clit. She cried out, the sound echoing off the glass walls of the shower, her inner walls squeezing him so tightly it hurt.

“Come for me, Jo.” He’d barely said the words when she screamed his name, her body clenching tight, her mouth open as she cried out. She rocked against him once, twice, then shuddered, every muscle melting like candle wax.

His cock actually throbbed with the need to be inside her, to claim her as his. He wasn’t sure that he could keep her here once they were done, though—he thought she might go rabbiting back home to overthink what had just happened. With that in mind, he ground his teeth and called up every ounce of restraint that he possessed, not yet ready to stop playing with her.

She murmured something as he reached up and unhooked her from the showerhead, then undid the belt around her wrists. She was pliant, letting him pull her to her feet, pressing his front to her back.

She unconsciously rocked back against him, pressing her ass against his length. Grabbing his shaft at the base, he stroked it gently between her cheeks. She shuddered when it pressed against the tight rosette, and he grinned.

“Dirty girl.” She murmured in agreement. When he rubbed the bar of soap over her breasts, she leaned her head back on his shoulder trustingly, and he stilled for a moment.

She might still be scarred from what he’d done, but some primal part of her, something that they’d just tapped into through their bodies, still trusted him. He would hold on to that and pray that the rest of her followed suit.

When her skin was coated with a creamy lather, he set the soap down and squirted shampoo into his hands. The crisp scent of citrus permeated the steam as he rubbed it into her hair, massaging her scalp, her neck and her shoulders.

Once he’d rinsed her clean, he watched as the sleepiness disappeared from her limbs. Turning in his arms, she cast a very obvious glance down at his red, swollen length. “I think someone is feeling deprived. I’d better take care of him.”

She panted out a breath when he yanked her against his chest, hands splaying over her back so that she couldn’t move away. Those watchful gray eyes focused in on him like lasers, questioning, and he slowly rubbed his erection back and forth across her soft flesh.

“You don’t listen very well, baby.” His cock slid between her thighs, and they clenched around its length, making him exhale sharply. “You don’t get to make the rules.”

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