Chapter 11

Leo

I have no idea what possessed me to kiss her.

Maybe because I’ve wanted her since the moment I laid eyes on her. Or perhaps, it has to do with her being wet and naked in my arms.

Regardless of the reason, it’s happened…and, fuck, does she ever taste good. It makes me wonder if the rest of her tastes just as good, too.

I try to tell myself that now isn’t the time to indulge and find out, but my body refuses to listen to my mind. And Kristen’s wandering hands aren’t helping matters either. Her grip around my cock through my pants is making me growl hungrily for more.

I set the blonde down on her feet and push her up against the wall of the shower. My hands begin to undo the buttons of my shirt as her hands begin working on my pants.

There’re no words between us, and our longing gazes never falter—it almost feels as though we don’t dare blink.

My wet shirt and pants fall to the shower in a wet heap as Kristen lowers herself before me. She wraps both of her hands around my thick cock and bites down on her bottom lip as if contemplating if it will fit. Much to my delight, she takes the velvety head and pops it into her wet, hot mouth.

With one hand, she cups my balls and massages them, as her other hand moves in between her thighs to play with her clit. Her own stimulation makes her hum and moan around my cock and makes it twitch against the back of her throat.

I grab a fistful of her wet, blonde locks with one hand as I use the other to lean against the shower wall.

Kristen’s head bobs along the length of my cock as her tongue works expertly along the underside. Every flick and lick of her tongue is accompanied by a gentle, yet firm squeeze of my balls that forces a growl from my core and has me tugging on the fistful of her hair in my grasp. Every tug I make makes her suck harder on my head and shaft.

The two million I just dropped on her is all worth it, just for this moment here and now.

I’ve gotten head from a lot of women over the years, but none were ever able to instinctively hit every spot that drives shivers down my spine nor make my knees weak enough that they threaten to buckle.

And the way she looks up at me as she teases me with a gentle flick of her tongue is maddeningly erotic and sexy.

I try, futilely, to tell myself that this needs to stop here and now before things progress, but then Kristen slides her tongue up and down the length of my shaft and all rationale goes out the window. My hand clenches against the tile just as my stomach clenches, too. A low, deep growl comes up from the depths of my core through clenched teeth.

Kristen seems to sense what’s coming, and she wraps her lips around the head of my throbbing cock. She squeezes the base as it comes. With another growl, I punch the wall of my shower and close my eyes as tightly as I can.

I explode inside her mouth and feel her swallow every drop of cum.

I gulp hard as I open my eyes, but the world is a giant haze—and it’s not because the water of the shower is in my eyes.

Kristen has the look of a cat that just managed to sneak away an entire carton of cream as her lips pucker against the tip of my cock for a kiss. She licks her lips as she gazes up at me, and I pull her up so that I can kiss that look off her face.

Her arms wrap around my neck, and my hands grab the back of her thighs. She giggles playfully as I lift her up and into my chest. I back out of the shower—what I want can’t take place in our current situation.

It’s tricky maneuvering, but I know every room in this house like the back of my hand. I set her down on the vanity, and she lets out a small gasp as the cool marble top touches her exposed ass.

Our lips part, and I lick down her body, following the droplets of water as they cascade over her curves. I stop at her hard nipples long enough to take them into my mouth and pull on them with my fingers. Her fingers glide through my wet hair as she moans approvingly at the attention her stiffened buds are receiving.

“So, is this the part where you fuck me on the counter?” she coos in a husky, lustful voice.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I bet that’s what you were fantasizing about. My cock…buried to the hilt inside you.”

I feel the smirk on my face widen as she bites down on her lip, and nods her head in affirmation.

It’s an enticing thought, one I’m almost inclined to deliver. But there’s something that I’m just dying to know…

I waste no time moving further down her body and taking her clit into my mouth. She lets out another gasp that blends with a throaty moan, and her fingers grasp at my scalp as I give it a firm suck.

Next, I move my tongue down slowly between the folds of her wet pussy, and I find myself savoring her honeyed taste. But it’s not enough to sate me, not in the least.

I slide one of her legs over my shoulder, then I slip my fingers inside her. Slowly, at first, but then I thrust them deep into her. She lets out another gasping moan—exactly as I intended.

My tongue slides back up and flicks at the underside of her clit before I wrap my moistened lips back around her swollen clit. With each exacting thrust, I twist my fingers and suck on her clit in the same feverish tempo.

“Oh…fu…fuck,” she manages to say as she pulls at my hair between her fingers. “Don’t…don’t fucking…stop. Right there.”

Oh, I’ve got no plans of stopping anytime soon, Kristen.

My tongue lashes out at her clit, and she yanks forcibly on my hair. Her head lolls back, and she lets out a ragged whimper as I feel her clench around my fingers.

Then she lets out a scream as she finally explodes, and I smile triumphantly, feeling a hot surge of wetness around my fingers and dripping down my chin. Her nearly pulling out my hair does nothing to deter the final licks and flicks of my tongue—not until I’ve had my fill.

I stand up from her legs and grin as she struggles to catch her breath. I slip my fingers into my mouth and lick her clean from them. I savor her sweet taste and find it’s a craving I never knew I had until now.

My smile grows wide in triumph, and at the satisfaction of finally learning the answer to my burning question…

“What are you grinning about?” she asks, having regained some semblance of composure.

“Oh, nothing…”

Except that the rest of you does taste just as good as I expected.