Page 42 of Leave Me
Chapter twenty-eight
Riley
Movies made shower sex look hot, but that hadn’t been my experience. When I’d tried having sex in the shower with a hookup in the past, everything went wrong. The tiles were hard and painful, the water went cold, and the man I’d been with ripped my shower curtain off the hooks when he got soap in his eyes…before falling onto the bathroom floor.
With Fowler King? Sex in the shower had never felt so good.
Everything with Fowler felt good, and I’d lost track of how many times we’d come together. I was pretty sure it was still the day after we’d arrived, but I slept between knottings, blacking out from the pleasure.
Fowler was there, waiting and ready with whatever I needed.
My body felt like an electric hum was buzzing under my skin, and my hole ached unless I had him inside. Fowler told me I’d reached for him in my sleep, taking him back into my body without waking, but saidI had carte blanche to molest him. I didn’t know how anyone went through a heat without an alpha partner, but I imagined something like the still-packaged dildo helped them through the ordeal.
Somehow, my body kept producing a slick substance to ease the way for Fowler to knot me, and he had a seemingly endless supply of cum. He’d made me eat and drink water between heat waves, but this trip to the shower was my first time out of bed.
Fowler had gotten on his knees and licked his own cum from my hole. “I’ve never come like this from my Alpha cock. I’ve never come like this with anyone. It’s all for you.”
When I’d started whimpering and scratching at the walls, Fowler had taken pity on me and impaled me once again. Banding his arms around me, he lifted my whole body up and down his rigid shaft.
“Gonna get you clean so I can dirty you up all over again,” Fowler growled, nibbling at my earlobe.
He thrust into me from behind, my face pressed against the smooth wall as he held me up, my toes barely touching the ground. Fowler had taken me face-to-face the first time, but he’d had me every which way since. I remembered riding him in the middle of the night like a fever dream.
Taking his knot hurt, but in the way a good workout did. I felt proud I could take his knot, and didn’t know how I’d ever enjoy sex without the stretch again. His thick thighs slapped against my ass, my cock bobbing in the air as I arched my back for him.
“Please,” I begged, knowing I’d said the word a hundred times since the night before. I’d never been one for begging, but I lost all shame with Fowler pounding into me.
“Need me to come again, omega? Fill you and plug you and keep going even when you pass out?”
Even without swelling fully, the knot at the base of his dick felt good pressing past my abused hole. He pushed it in before forcefully pulling it back out, and I came on a shout. Painting the wall, I looked down to see the white streaks washing away. The water was cool, but it felt good on my heated skin.
Pulling back, I whined until Fowler twisted me and lifted me back onto his cock. He shoved back in and bounced me up and down, using the wall to help support me. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Tucking his arms under my legs, Fowler dropped his mouth to mine and licked inside, and he continued pummeling my prostate. I sucked on his tongue, enjoying the sensation of having my lifelong crush fill me from both ends, moaning at the thought of sucking his dick again.
Fowler grunted into the kiss, moaning as he stilled, and I felt his knot swell inside of me. I screamed when he pushed me tighter onto him, my orgasm ripping through my entire body as he refilled my hole.
My orgasm went on and on, spurring his own until I thought I might pass out again. My eyes opened when I felt Fowler stepping from the shower stall to wrap a towel around me. I came again as he started walking me out of the bathroom and to the bed. Fowler paused withone knee on the mattress, his cock twitching inside of me as he followed me in cumming for the millionth time.
Then, everything went black.
When I woke again, the light around the curtains was dim, as if the sun was almost through setting on the horizon. We’d been in the cabin for twenty-four hours. Fowler’s cock had slipped from my hole, and I felt his cum and my slick drying on my inner thighs.
Stirring at the gentle hand rubbing circles on my back, I blinked up to find Fowler looking down at me fondly. “Do you need me again?”
Assessing my body, I didn’t feel the bone-deep need to be filled at the moment. At least not in my ass. I had another need gnawing at me, and I shimmied down his body until I was eye-level with his cock. He wasn’t as hard as he’d been inside of me, but it didn’t seem Fowler’s erection was going to calm down until my heat was through.
Looking up to meet his eyes, I ran my tongue along his length, tonguing around the red tip. “Can I suck on you while I sleep? Feel free to use my throat if I start humping your leg.”
“Fuuuu…” Fowler trailed off, grabbing the base below his un-swollen knot to stave off his orgasm. “Whatever you need, Ri. I’m not going to complain.”
Chuckling under my breath, I lapped at the pre-cum leaking from him. He tasted rich, like a meal I only indulged in when someone else was paying. Sucking the tip into my mouth, his thick cock stretched my abused lips, the heavy weight sitting on my tongue soothing theneed to have Fowler inside of me again. He grunted and petted my head, waiting until he knew I wasn’t going further before I felt his thighs relax under me.
Wrapping my body around his leg, I laid my head on Fowler’s thigh and used him like a goddamn pacifier as I drifted back asleep.
In my dreams, Fowler was fucking me from behind, spilling dirty words like he had been. Telling me how he wanted to breed me. Bite me. Fill me and claim me as Fowler King’s, so no other Alpha can ever touch me.
That little voice I was starting to wonder about, the one I suspected came from my latent shifter side, told me to give myself to Fowler.
