Page 70 of Clean Slade
I turned the dial from cold to warm and leaned against the tiles with a sigh, reaching for my cock.
He materialized before me with such ease it scared me into believing he was really there. He slid the shower door open, already completely naked, and walked in with lust-filled eyes.
I stroked myself as he knelt and the water rained down on his pretty little face making his plump lips look even more swollen and kissable. The blond strands stuck to his forehead, and I imagined parting them to the side so I could look into his eyes as he lashed his tongue against my tip before taking me into his mouth.
He got into a rhythm, as did my hand, and as I sped up, so did the claws of my orgasm spiking at the pit of my stomach, but I wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
And then, suddenly, King wasn’t on his knees anymore but in my arms, with his legs hooked around my hips while I was balls deep inside him.
The water trickled down my body, its temperature changing and giving me goosebumps. They only added to the build of desire inside me, and my fantasy became fragmented, changing up moment by moment until we were both fucking and coming and sucking and cuddling.
In every version, though, he shouted my name louder and louder until it was all I could hear, and my need shot out of me without my permission.
The strain eased within my body, leaving me feeling hollow and unsatiated.
“That was a long shower.” King was standing by the door when I came out, making me jump.
I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, the fantasy truly a pale comparison to the real thing, and my chest filled with renewed desire.
He looked at my naked chest with a half grin and narrowed eyes, and I stood a little straighter to allow him to memorize every dip and curve of my body.
“What can I say? I guess I needed it,” I told him.
He sighed. “I just feel sorry for my water bill.”
I shrugged. “Maybe you should join me next time.”
Not only was he not scandalized by my suggestion, but the bastard dared to lick his lips.
“Maybe I should.”
I may have just come, but I could feel my cock beginning to pulse again already, so before I got hard right in front of him, I walked away.
“Promises, promises,” I sang as I did so.
Maybe I should have let him see me get hard. I should allow him the pleasure of witnessing the tent in my towel, or heck, I should accidentally drop it to the floor altogether.
But I couldn’t. Not with a child in the house.
A half-hour later, we met in the kitchen, where Mac was making a sad attempt at finishing her breakfast cereal.
“Not hungry today, Mac?” he asked his daughter as he avoided my gaze.
“I guess not,” she answered.
“I offered to make pancakes, but she turned them down.”
At hearing that, King grabbed his daughter’s head and checked her temperature.
“Are you sure you’re okay, sweetie? You’re not feeling sick or anything, right?”
“No, Daddy. I’m okay.”
King shot me a quick grimace, the one reserved for when he was worried Tony’s visit had affected his daughter, and I offered my best smile as reassurance.
If she’d been affected, she hadn’t shown it. King had tried to explain why she suddenly had a bigger family, but he’d done a poor job.
What would he say anyway? That her grandfather was a very bad man that Daddy didn’t trust, so he’d run away and hidden her from them?
