Page 178 of Scoring the Player
His arms wrap around my back when he enters, and we stand that way for a while, letting the water wash over us.
Placing soft kisses along my back, his erection slots between the globes of my ass. “When can I have you?” he asks.
“You want to top?”
“So fucking badly.”
“It’s been a minute since?—”
“Hey,” he whispers in my ear as his hand wraps around my dick and strokes.
I suck in a breath as he nibbles on my ear. “Y’think I want to hear about other men who’ve been inside you?”
I breathe a quiet laugh.
He pumps soap onto a washcloth, then sinks it between my crease and cleans me. “I hate them.”
I know, my feral vampire.
He wrenches the spray nozzle free, and a blast of liquid heat against my rim sends shivers up my spine. “Can I taste you?”
My hips roll forward, easing through his hand. “Yeah.”
“Hold on.” He releases my erection as he places the nozzle back.
I look over my shoulder as he steps out of the shower. I laugh. “Seriously?”
He laps up a bite of ice cream. “I’m sho hngree.”
I pop my head out and open my mouth for him to feed me some.
“Hands on the wall,” he instructs as he slides the carton back on the counter, then steps back in. “Spread your legs.”
I glance over my shoulder as he lowers to his knees, and his mouth and nose slink past my crease.
My hips lurch forward. “Cold!”
The demon laughs as his hands dig into my waist, pulling me back, and he continues licking up toward my rim. Forehead falling to rest against the shower wall, the dizzying heat of water rains down my back, and his icy tongue massages circles before pressing inside.
“Mmm.” He moans low as his stubble drags across my rim.
I grunt as his fingers dig deep into the flesh of my backside.
“Baby,” I moan when his tongue sinks back inside.
He stills, then his head lowers, and he crawls between my legs. By the time I realize what he’s doing, his lips are wrapped around my dick.
His glazed eyes are raw with hunger and possession. He cards a hand through his curls, pushing them back. The dark letters scrawled along his knuckles…the suction, caress, stretch of his lips…Fuck.
I bite my fist as a blast of pins and needles vibrates through me from my fingertips to my toes.
I hear my dark moans as my whole body sinks into Blue’s tight, soft mouth. He pulls me close—so close, the back of his head presses into the wall as his mouth moves slowly, grinding me down his throat. A burning spreads behind my eyes as his throat constricts, choking on my release, and sending a shiver up my dick. I pull out and spread the last drops of my cum across his lips.
“Come here,” I pant, lifting him to his feet. He licks my release off the corner of his mouth, and my tongue chases it, his head dipping back in surrender as I claim him.
“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp.
“No,” he whispers.
