Page 55 of Caught Stealing

His back collides with the wall of the privacy screen, and I take my turn to devour him right back. My teeth skate over his jaw as I rock my hips into him again, letting him feel just how desperate I am for him.

A raspy chuckle leaves him when his elbow knocks the knob into an on position, causing water to start pouring from the shower head above us. And if I thought he was sexy before, it’s got nothing on the way water cascades down his face and body. Catching on his eyelashes and dripping off his lips in a way that…I just have to kiss him all over again.

“You really like slamming me into things, don’t you?” he muses when we come up for air.

“Are you telling me you don’t like being manhandled?” I rasp against his lips and loosen my hold on his thighs, finally allowing him to stand. “Or would you rather be the one manhandling me?”

The cord lights running along the top trim of the enclosure are the only thing illuminating his face, but it’s more than enough for me to watch his teeth scrape over his bottom lip.

God, he’s beautiful. Beautiful and finally fucking mine.

“I want both,” he finally says slowly, fingers dancing down my bicep. “I want you to drive me to the brink of insanity only to stop and let me return the favor.”

A hellish smile curves my lips before I whisper a single word against his mouth.

“Done.”

And with that, I drop to my knees and pull his trunks down past his ass; waiting to get my hands on him is no longer an option. His cock pops free from the waistband, hard and ready for me, and I wrap my fist around it and stroke him slowly.

Phoenix sinks his teeth into his plush, kiss-swollen lower lip again as he watches me, a hunger in his eyes that I’m positive mirrors my own.

“Are you planning to suck it or not?”

“Maybe I want to play with you a little first.” My lips curl up in a smirk as I roll my thumb over the nerve beneath his swollen head. “I already know how much you like this.”

Fire and lust darken his gaze as he continues staring at me through the water raining down on us, and I realize being on my knees for him like this only adds to the potency.

It’s enough to spur me into action, and I flick my tongue out over the head, swiping the precum up with a single lick. The salty tang bursts on my taste buds, and I beg my memory to recall something. Anything to fill in the gaps. But all I get is a growing need and desire—both of which quickly become too strong to withstand, and I wrap my lips around the head to take my first long pull of him.

His length slides over my tongue until he reaches the back of my throat, eliciting a throaty, tortured gasp from his lips.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans.

His hand grips the back of my head, fingers sinking into my hair, and he rolls his hips forward. The motion sends him even deeper, and I hollow my cheeks as he inches down my throat.

I pull back, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, before taking him again—this time to the hilt. Tears prick at my eyes as I continue working him over like this, the water cascading from the shower rinsing them down the drain immediately.

Despite wanting to unravel him my own way—despite Phoenix asking for just that—I allow him to take the reins when his hand tightens in my hair. The way he takes control is undoubtedly one of the sexiest things I’ve experienced. His hips set the pace for us, giving me slow, deep thrusts while he slides over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.

My hands roam up and down his calves and thighs, mapping and memorizing every inch of his skin. He picks up speed, now fucking my face like it’s his dying wish. Hell, it might be mine as well, since I can’t seem to get enough of it.

Of him.

God, I wantallof him.

I moan around his cock when it twitches between my lips, my own aching behind the confines of my board shorts. But just when I think I’ve got him there—that I’ll finally get to taste him again—he tightens his hand and forces me to release him.

“We have to stop,” he gasps after he drags me up to stand in front of him.

I shake my head, water flinging off the ends of my hair. “Not until we’re both wrung dry,” I murmur the words against his lips before sealing my mouth to his again.

I knew I was drunk that night—at the Kappa Sig house. Knew I blacked out, too, seeing as I woke up the next morning in a stranger’s bed with no recollection of the night before. Yet, I had no clue justwhatmoments were evading my memories until now.

Now? I wish I could remember everything.

In vivid, explicit detail.

But if I can’t? If they’re truly gone for good?

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