Page 59 of Reaper Released

“I’m going for a shower if you wanna join me!”

“Ray!” His warning tone is meek at best. I chuckle as I head for the bathroom. When I turn over my shoulder, he’s scrubbing his hands in his hair and down his face as if he can wipe the desire away. His eyes meet mine as I peel my long sleeve T-shirt over my head, flick off my bra, and palm my tits. He groans as I step into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I climb into the shower. I’m gonna have to sort myself out, as I have given myself blue lady balls. I scrub myself clean, and as I rinse off, I take the shower head and point it at my clit, leaning back against the shower wall. I change the setting on the head to the solid jet. I gasp as it changes and hits my clit, “Fuck!” I gasp out as I reach up with one hand and pinch my nipple. I rock my head back so it’s resting on the tiles while I angle the shower head so it’s destroying my clit, I gasp as it hits the spot, and I rock it left and right, rubbing the jets across my now swollen clit. I hear the door click open.

I turn and give him the filthiest grin. “You joining in or just watching?”

He takes a deep breath. “Watching!”

Turning my head back to lean on the wall, I pinch and pull at my nipple, cupping and squeezing my tit, directing the jet back across my clit and pushing it a little closer. It’s barely an inch from me, and I flex and rock my hips as if riding the shower head. Fuck, that feels good. I close the distance as I ride the head, pinch my tit and tug and grope, and rub the shower head again, getting faster with the motions as I pant. I’m literally grinding on the thing now, and there’s no stopping my orgasm. It hits me like a freight train. It’s a good job I’m leaning against the wall, or I would have collapsed.

I keep the shower head there while I freeze and pant through it before I let myself come down fully. I turn and look at Steel. His breathing’s heavy, his pupils blown. The bulge in his jeans doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Without breaking eye contact again, I angle the shower head to that sweet spot and bring myself to the peak again, pinching and tugging at my tit and grinding down harder on the shower head. I never break eye contact, and neither does he. He’s frozen in the doorway, and I can’t take my eyes off him. Fuck, he’s sexy, jeans tight on his thighs, barefoot, bare chest, messy black hair from where I’ve scrunched my hand through it, sparkling grey eyes swirling as he watches me.

I start gasping and writhing against the shower head, my vision blurs, I see stars, and once I start to orgasm, I have to close my eyes to concentrate. At the peak of it all, I feel hands run up my body, my eyes fling open, and he’s there, right in front of me. As I continue to come undone, he cups and pinches my tit and slides his other hand behind my neck as he leans in and kisses me, making me gasp and pant all over again as my breaths come in shorter. As I come down from my orgasm, I drop the shower head to the floor, and it’s spraying up against us as he presses me against the shower wall, pushing his body against mine, teasing his thigh between my legs. Still holding my neck in one hand and my breast in the other, he kisses me like a drowning man.

He runs his hand from behind my neck down my body and between my legs, running his thick, rough fingers through my lips, pressing them inside me, pumping in a few times before pulling his fingers to his lips and rubbing them across his before sucking them in and licking them with his tongue. He removes his fingers and repeats again, running his hands down my body and pumping in his fingers.

“Fuck, Steel, I need you so bad.” He freezes and then takes a step back, looking me up and down before stepping back towards me again, thrusting his hand inside me and pumping while flicking his thumb across my clit. It’s all too much after two orgasms already, but also not enough at the same time. I feel so empty. I need to feel him pounding into me, I reach down to undo his jeans, but he grabs my wrists together with one hand and forces them above my head, pinning me to the wall.

“Steel! …Fuck’s sake!” He rubs punishing circles across my clit and pumps inside me. He flicks his fingers, and fuck, he hits my g-spot, and I’m flying. I scream out his name, but he continues. I can’t tell if he’s punishing me or worshipping me, and my brain doesn’t care. It’s completely fried. I ride his hand while screaming out around his mouth. I try closing my legs, too many sensations all at once, but he lifts his thigh higher, keeping my legs apart for him as I buck and writhe against him, catching against the wet denim. I see stars and fireworks, and I’m pretty sure I black out at least twice before my legs buckle, dropping me onto his thigh as his body crushes me against the wall of the shower, water still spraying up around us. He cups my face while I pant and try to blink my eyes into focus.

“Fucking beautiful!” he breathes into my lips. “You’re fucking perfect!” As I blink at his face in wonder, he picks me up, shuts off the shower, leaves the head swinging, and carries me over to the towels. Grabbing one, sliding it around me and carrying me out to the bedroom, he sits on the bed with me sideways across his lap as he tucks my hair behind my ears, smiling at me with those swirling eyes with promises of forever, those devastating dimples and that filthy mouth. I sigh as his eyes shoot up to meet mine. I cup his face.

“I fucking love you!”

He smiles back. “I know!”

I huff a laugh at him. “Twat!”

He grins and kisses me so that I know without saying a word how much he loves me! We stay like that till there’s a bang on the door.

“Stop fucking. You’re late. I’ve been waiting outside for ten minutes, Ray. Hurry the fuck up!”

“Fuck, Dice, I’m coming!” As I jump off Steel and run around, grabbing and throwing clothes on, he lays back on the bed, still in his wet clothes, ankles crossed, back against the headboard, resting his arm behind his head, and I freeze. “Fuck me. You are beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” He laughs.

“Yep, absolutely. Fucking devastatingly beautiful!” Leaning down, I give him a kiss. “I’ve gotta go! Miss you already!” I laugh and head out the door.

“‘Bout fucking time!” Dice does not look happy. “I’m fucking starving, so hurry up and get your ass on my bike, ya twat!”

I throw my arm around him and kiss his cheek. “Love you too, Dice!”

“Yeah, yeah, I fucking know!” he barks back out. We head out to the car park.

Climbing off Dice's bike, he looks at me. “So, what’s this all about then?”

“Beats me?” As we head inside, Pa Bernie is waiting.

“Everything alright? You guys are late!”

“Someone”—Dice points at me—“wouldn’t put another someone down for two minutes!”

“Figures!” Pa huffs as we sit at the table. Pa takes a deep breath.

“Okay, what I say can go no further. You both understand that?” We both look at each other and then back at Pa and nod. “Okay, so you know a bit about Ray’s pas and me?”

“A tiny bit, but no specific details.”

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