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“I’m not hearing a but or a no...” she arched a brow, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Fuck... How about in the shower?”

She hummed. “Sounds perfect. Coffee first, though. Then fucking your sweet ass.”

CHAPTER 6

There was something off with Wyatt. She felt it the minute she opened her eyes, and he was kneeling beside her. A franticness filled his mercury-colored eyes with a pinch of guilt and anger. What could’ve happened? It was only a little after eight, and if the silence of the hotel suite—apartment—whatever the place was, had been any indication, no one was up yet. She stared at him a moment longer before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Any word on if we can at least use the facilities today?” she asked, spying a glance at him over the rim of her cup. “I’ll go stir crazy here without getting on the ice at some point.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. We can find out, though.”

“I’d like that.” She stood then, going straight to her bag where she’d kept everything. “Give me five and join me?”

His features brightened. The guarded excitement, however, knocked her off-balance. Something happened. She could feel it in her bones. The one thing that made them such a great ice dancing pair was the fact they were in tune with each other. She picked up his subtle mood clues and adapted to them. He did the same for her.

Taking her coffee with her, she closed the bathroom door behind her before dropping everything on the counter. The bathroom wasn’t opulent nor was it cheap, like a roadside motel. The tiled shower was huge, and the toilet was in a little cubby room. To the side was a garden tub big enough for easily four people, if not more. And, like the living room, a huge window overlooked Telluride.

Sasha turned on the shower, setting it to medium hot for now, then took one more sip of her coffee before undressing. Once she was naked, she donned the harness and cinched it up to her groin. They hadn’t done this much, but when they did, the experience left her with this sense of power and euphoria. The cock they chose together along with the vibrating cock ring butted up against her clit, stimulating her while she fucked Wyatt.

A shiver of anticipation rolled down her spine as she turned on the modest sized toy. Not too big it wouldn’t fit, and not too small, Wyatt wouldn’t enjoy himself. That was the other thing they meticulously planned too. Everything was for their pleasure, not just his or hers.

When the door opened, Wyatt stood there, naked and hard. The shadows in his beautiful eyes were gone, but there was still a wall between them. Something they didn’t do to each other, especially with their pasts. Mainly because they trusted each other. She stared at him for a moment longer before placing her cup on the counter and grabbing the vibrating dildo. She slipped the toy into the O-ring, watching him the whole time. His nostrils flared. Heat lit his mercury eyes as he stroked himself in lazy pulls.

“Do you want me to prep you or...?” Sasha asked, picking up the bottle of lube.

“I did.” His cheeks flushed as he glanced away, but not before she saw the hunger there.

“Perfect.” She drizzled more lube over the dildo before she turned it on and groaned. “I know something happened, Wyatt. It’s okay. Whatever it was, we’re okay. I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

He stared at her as he opened the shower door. “Can we talk about it later?”

“Yes.” Instead of feeling better, her insides twisted half in anticipation, half scared what he might say to her.

Later she’d find out what was going on with him. Right now, they needed this. Probably had since they arrived at the hotel, and everything went to shit. He followed her into the large, decadent shower, but before she could say a word to him, he had to her pinned to the wall. Her nipple hardening against the cool ceramic tiles while his fingertips dug into her hips.

“I’m sorry, I need this,” he whispered against her cheek while kicking her feet apart.

Already wet with excitement, the ache of arousal and expectation exploded within her the second he pushed into her. They groaned. Her eyes closed as he flexed his hips. His shaky exhale as he withdrew only spiked the pleasure within her. “Fuck, Wyatt...”

His fingers tangled with hers above her head while he fucked her in short strokes, keeping her on edge. The funny little flip her stomach did, like tiny butterfly flapping their wings all at once unfurled within her. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes. He was too much. Too hard. Too gentle. Too everywhere. Whatever happened while she’d been sleeping, turned her passive partner who enjoyed being fucked by her, into this demon—no that wasn’t the word, but desperate man didn’t fit either.

“I’m not going to last long,” he muttered, lowering one of their joined hands to the dildo strapped to her body. “Fuck... Show me how you masturbate, babe.”

Wyatt wrapped her palm around the toy and pumped her fist with each stroke. Sasha was delirious with need and shocked at her reaction to him. She gasped, matching his pace. The situation was spiraling out of control, and she couldn’t find a reason to care. Each of Wyatt’s thrust pushed her higher. Her world spun on its axis. Her heart pounded. The headiness of lust and arousal swirled and tightened in her belly until she cried out from the pressure, so close to climaxing, she pressed her forehead to the shower wall, desperate for that one thrust that would send her crashing into her climax.

She sobbed his name working the dildo harder and faster, until Wyatt shoved deep and choked out a groan and the heat of his release filled her, setting her off. Her breath hitched in her chest. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Euphoria washed over her in drugging waves until she slumped against him, panting for air and delirious. In that moment, their dynamic changed. It was almost like he was proving himself, which he didn’t have to, but he’d done so anyway.

He pulled out slowly, muttering a curse to himself as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to the small bench within the stall. “Fuck...”

“You keep saying that,” she said, trying to slow her heart.

“Because I’m still horny. I just fucked you against the wall of our shower and the sight of my cum dripping out of you, turns me on.” He kissed her neck. “I should be pissed at myself for doing that, but I can’t find the ability to even be mildly perturbed.”

“Good thing I’m on birth control, huh?” She teased glancing over her shoulder.

He moaned her name, placing her hand on his semi-hard cock. “This is what you do to me.”

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