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“Fuck, that’s good.That’s so good, baby.You know how good it feels, your throat squeezing around me that way?You tell me if it’s too much.Slap my leg or something.”
It’s already too much.The sensation is almost too overwhelming to take.Which is why I take it.To please him.To show him I can.
My answer comes out sounding like “aagh” but I only dig my fingers harder into his hips.
My limbs twitch as my hind brain registers panic, but I refuse to tap out.Instead, I push forward a little, accepting the challenge.
PJ backs down before I do.I feel him losing his control as he fucks my face again, faster, until he’s chanting over and over how good I am, how good I’m making him feel, and I’m so caught in the hum of pleasure that’s buzzing in my brain that I nearly miss the swell of his cock and his warning that he’s about to come.
At the last second, I pull back.His release sprays across my cheek.
Wearing a lover’s fluids, the proof that I’ve pleased them, has always gratified me.I settle back on my heels, the tension leaking from my body.
My lips curve upward as my eyes drift shut.I know it’s only temporary, but it feels like ownership.Which… I think I’ve missed it more than I realized.
It’s nice to feel owned again, even if it’s only for one night.
And if Marina’s picture on top of the dresser seems to be judging me right now?Well, that’s something I can freak out about later.When I’m alone again.
PJ’s thumb sweeps across my closed lips, smearing some of him on my mouth in the process.“Holy fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.I didn’t expect you to do that.”
“It was a game-time decision.”My chest is still heaving.My whole body is thrumming with excitement.I took a step tonight that I’ve honestly been afraid to take, and I can’t deny that it feels incredible.
PJ grins, wide and blinding in the dim room—the only light other than what’s coming from the hallway.We never turned on any lamps in here.
“Now you need a shower,” he says.
“Yeah.”I’m a little sluggish pushing to my feet.“Would, uh…would you like to join me?”
His predatory grin returns.“You bet your sweet ass I would.”
Nerves and questions try to rise, but I swallow them down my battered throat.I can do this.Iwantto.
I let myself enjoy the hell out of it as I undress PJ all the way, bit by bit.My fingers brush over the lingering redness where my teeth sank into his pale skin.It might have been a rash thing to do, but in that moment, I wanted, needed that thing I’d witnessed at the club.
“Yeah, you got me good there.”
I meet his gaze.“Are you angry?”
“Nah.I like that you’re a little spicy.”
As I trail kisses across his stomach, I drink in every moan and groan.When I kneel at his feet to pull off his socks and pants, I realize I’m getting too old to kneel on a stone tile floor.Still, my body hums with pleasure.
My struggle comes when it’s time to remove my clothing.I didn’t worry as much with Mistress Shanna.She wouldn’t judge me unless I asked her to.She’s a professional.Under the harsh bathroom light I’m suddenly extremely aware of how my body doesn’t look the way it used to.
I don’t even realize how much I’m struggling until PJ grins at me, blue eyes intense under wet lashes.
“Hey, don’t fucking leave me hanging here all by myself.Never showered with another guy before.Stare at me like that for long and it’s gonna get awkward.”
“You’re lying.”How does a guy who looks like PJ not have a line of men desperately begging to get wet and naked with him?
“No lies.Pinkie swear.”He snakes his last finger around mine and pulls me forward.“Now get that hot fucking body in here, baby.Didn’t know it until this moment, but I’m very into guys with tattoos.”
I resist the urge to argue, to point out how I had more muscle a year ago, before Marina wasn’t around to insist I work out regularly and eat well.Before I stopped sleeping.
PJ’s praise straightens my spine, but I still hesitate at the shower door.Until the pinky finger changes to his whole hand and he drags me against him under the waterfall spray.Every compliment, every time he tells me how good I am, how good I make him feel, wraps me up in a warmth I haven’t felt before.Not from my family, who seem perpetually disappointed in me, not even from Marina.She was more of a “spare the rod, spoil the submissive” type of dominant.
The way PJ can’t seem to keep his hands off of me scrambles my brain.So do his strong fingers massaging my scalp, his kisses while he lathers me up with my favorite mint shampoo.He’s demanding and firm as he washes me off, telling me to turn this way or that.
