Page 76 of From the Ashes
Fuck, I’ve missed this.
Walker trails the fingertips of his injured hand along my exposed flank, making goosebumps rise along my skin in their wake. His left hand is stroking me over my shorts, causing a hitch in my breathing.
“I want you so fucking bad, Phoenix. I never stopped wanting you,” Walker pants against my skin. “Please don’t pull away from me again.”
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. And if I’m honest, DeVille, I don’t want to. I’m tired of fighting it.” I speak the words to the tattoo covering his side because I can’t look away.
“That’s music to my fucking ears.” He chuckles, now skating his fingers along the sensitive skin just above my waistband. When he dips those same fingers inside my swim shorts, an obscene groan tears from my mouth.
“Fuck, yes, Walker. Touch me.Please,” I beg, unable to help myself, my eyes finally closing.
His hand wraps around my shaft and fireworks explode behind my eyelids. Suddenly his lips are at my ear. “And here I was concerned thatIwas going to bust a nut first.”
Slamming my hips into him, I trap his hand between our bodies and grind my dick into his. “Challenge accepted.”
Walker just laughs in response, pulls his hand out of myshorts to grab my wrist, and starts pulling me toward the stairs. “As much as I enjoy your couch, we’re both six feet tall or taller, and I’ve been dying to get in your bed since the moment I arrived.”
Entering my room, I fight the urge to throw his ass on the bed. I know instinctively, he’d throw a hand out to catch himself and that it would most likely be his injured side. So, I refrain, choosing to walk him backward by crowding his space until he enters the bathroom connected to my bedroom.
Raising a brow, he watches me reach into the walk-in shower and turn on the water. “Feeling particularly dirty, Phoe?”
“Always,” I confirm before adding, “but also, my mouth is about to devour every inch of your skin, and if there’s any chance you follow suit, then I’d rather you not get treated to the flavor of lake water and ass sweat.”
Walker laughs and it lights up his eyes. “No argument here.”
I push my swim trunks down and kick out of them, watching as Walker mirrors me. He struggles slightly, but ends up getting the hang of it when he uses his thumb to inch the swimsuit down his powerful thighs.God, I hope he uses those thighs to crush me.
Walker’s cock is deliciously hard as it points right at me, his balls heavy and begging to be in my mouth.
“Goddamn. It’s even more perfect than I remember.” My voice sounds far off as I reach forward and stroke his thick cock. He bucks into my hand immediately. “Still so responsive,” I praise. “Is it like this for everyone, baby? Or just me?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over his swollen, leaking tip.
“J-Just you,” he stammers, using his left hand to grip my forearm to keep himself steady.
Before I close the glass door to shut us in the shower, I gently peel his wrist brace off, and toss it into the sink.
Then I get to work.
Lathering up my hands, I run them across his pecs, my mouth watering and my brain shorting out as I do so. I dip them lower, across his abs, and down the “V” at his tapered waist.
His left hand runs up my shoulder and around the back of my neck while he pulls his right wrist across his chest to keep it close and out of harm’s way.
I only make it about thirty seconds before I move him out of the spray of the shower and drop to my knees on the tile shower floor, angling my head so I can pull one of his balls into my mouth. His left hand lands on the back of my head at the same time.
His right hand, meanwhile, cautiously cups my chin and gently forces me to look up from my spot on the shower floor.
“This isn’t just about getting off,” Walker says. “I’ve wanted to be this close to you for so fucking long—so close that I can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
“Me too. So let me get us there,” I plead, gently peeling the fingers of his injured hand off my chin so I can resume my task of making us one.
Gripping the backs of his thighs, I pull him into my face, feasting on his flesh like I’ve dreamed of doing for almost a decade. My moans are obscene and I don’t even care. I just want more. After spending adequate time savoring each of his balls, I swallow his cock, making him moan so fiercely, the noises would rival those of a porn star.
Finally, he pulls himself away from my mouth. “Phoenix, I don’t want to come like this.”
“Then you have three seconds to tell me how youdowant to come,” I warn.
“Fuck me.Please,” he begs, unraveling me.
God, yes.“Not in the shower,” I say. “Water isn’t enough lube.”
