The next morning, Cade rolled over and stretched. Alex was sound asleep next to him. His stomach didn’t seem to be rebelling, so he took that as a good sign.
Unfortunately, last night the little bit of toast he had didn’t want to stay down. The tea hadn’t helped either. He ended up getting sick twice more. Talk about mortification.
The funny thing was, he was at his worst and she ended up being at her best.
The only person who’d ever taken care of him before had been his mother. Sure, everyone always felt horrible for him when he got sick like this, but after he found the magical Zofran pill, he didn’t have days like this often. The alcohol prevented him from taking it though.
He’d had every intention of spending the night at Mason’s, but it seemed Jessica wanted time with Mason and since she looked so uncomfortable, it wouldn’t be fair to stay in the house. He was thinking the two of them didn’t have too many peaceful nights. Or they wouldn’t have too many in the future.
He got up and made his way into the bathroom and decided to take a shower but detoured to the sink and brushed his teeth first. Of course he’d done that a few times last night too. At least he felt somewhat human at this point.
He was just rinsing the soap out of his hair when he felt a cold breeze on his ass, then warm hands wrapping around his waist and soft lips on his back. “Do you mind some company?”
Turning around, he put his lips on hers and showed her exactly how much he didn’t mind. She didn’t let him kiss her long, though, before she moved her lips to his ear. “I never got to do what I wanted last night.”
“Sorry about that,” he said. “But I sure do appreciate you taking care of me.”
“Anytime,” she said. “Now I’m going to take care of you in another way.”
He hoped that meant what he thought. She didn’t make him wait for the answer with her lips moving over his chest, then lower when she dropped to her knees. He was showing her that there was nothing wrong with him right now.
She grasped him in her hands and started to stroke up and down, her warm tongue coming out to play. Just licking the tip, teasing him, making him wait for the prize. Making him wait for her to show him what she really had on her mind. He’d been eager for a lot of things in his life, but never as much as right now, waiting for Alex to proceed with her plans.
She didn’t make him wait long for that either, her mouth moving over the length of him, taking him in deep, then sucking and pulling out, moving back down. Shit, he wasn’t going to be able to last long if she kept that up. And he really wanted to savor this as long as he could.
He stepped forward so that the water was hitting his back and staying off of her right now, not that it seemed she minded it spraying over her head as she went to work.
She leaned back and looked up at him, a look full of promise and greed. Then she smiled and dropped back down, taking him fully into her mouth. He groaned, the sound of it vibrating off the walls. She didn’t even pause, didn’t flinch, nothing. Only kept going like she was lost in a world so much like him.
Just the two of them alone. One where no one could bust on him, or her. One where they thought the same. They didn’t have to worry about lack of or no communication. Their bodies knew what the other wanted, the same with their minds.
But right now, she was controlling him in a way he couldn’t remember ever being controlled before. Nor did he ever want it to stop.
Her mouth was moving up and down, her hands in the mix, then she was stopping, leaving him on the edge, starting up again, changing it, her tongue just licking and swirling around the tip.
He had no clue what she was going to do next and every time he thought he was going to lose it, she’d stop, then start up again, doing something different. “Alex,” he said, grinding his teeth. His legs were shaking right now. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on like this.
“Just relax and enjoy,” she said, pulling him back in her mouth.
“I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer,” he said, through clenched teeth.
“No one told you you had to.” Then she turned the dial up another notch, moving faster and applying more pressure.
“Alex,” he said, trying one more time.
“Shut up, Cade. Just enjoy it. You’re killing my mood.”
He snorted. There was no killing any mood for him. Instead she went right back at it full force almost sucking him in with a tension to rival a hoover. His hands went out to the walls and he braced himself, terrified he might embarrass himself even more in front of her if his knees buckled.
“F—,” he started to say when every nerve in his body started to coil tight, but he couldn’t even get more than the syllable out. He was shaking right now, trying to hold back and then asked himself why the hell he was. She’d given him permission to go and he was going to. Not that he could hold back any longer.
She kept it up, kept going until he was positive there wasn’t anything else left for her to swallow or him to give.
“Jesus,” he said, leaning against the shower wall, the steam covering them.
“Just Alex will do,” she said standing next to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’m glad you were able to enjoy it.”
He laughed. “A dead man could enjoy that.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“Totally meant as a compliment.”
“I know,” she said, snuggling in some more. He could get used to this side of her. She didn’t often cuddle or hold him. Most of the time when they had sex it was hurried and frantic. Both of them trying to reach the end. She never let him take his time. Cherish her. Treasure her.
Whenever he tried, she always rushed him on to the end. Like if they took their time, it’d mean more than a booty call.
He wanted it to mean more.
“Cade,” she said, her lips on his neck.
“Yes?” he said, stroking her back.
“I’ve never had shower sex before. What do you say?”
He laughed. “I say yes. I need to get a condom though.”
“I’m protected with an IUD. I’ve had it a few years. Not that I’ve been with anyone for a long time, but it has other benefits too.”
“If you’re sure?” he asked. “I’m always protected. I want you to know that. I know you know I’ve been with other women.” He didn’t want to bring that up right now but it’s not like he could avoid it either.
“I figured you’d be responsible. I’ve always been responsible too. I don’t want you to think otherwise. IUD was a backup plan for me. I just never wanted to risk having kids until I was ready.”
He was done talking about this. He didn’t want to think of her with anyone else, and the thought of her with a child right now—his child—was filling him full of feelings he’d never known he could possess.
He pushed back a step and sat on the bench, then pulled her in front of him, having her straddle his hips and slide down.
“Guess you didn’t need much time to recover,” she said.
“Not likely. I’m not an old man.”
She laughed. “No you’re not.”
Her hands were on his chest now, her fingers spread wide feeling him as much as she could while she started to move up and down. Not fast, not hurried, but slow and controlled for once.
“Touch me,” she said.
He did. He had to. His hand slid down between her lower lips and started to stroke her little swollen bud, flicking it between his thumb and finger, making her his.
Seemed she liked it because she picked up her pace and started bouncing up and down, her chest jiggling the way he loved it so much, so he buried his mouth anywhere he could on her skin, sucking and licking, nipping, pinching, and stroking below, feeling her ride him like he was a bucking bull and she was holding on for more than eight seconds.
When he felt her start to tighten around him, he found her tender flesh and started to flick at it, causing her to moan louder than him. She was so wet and hot, the steam filling around them and their bodies, moving at a pace he wasn’t sure was even possible.
“Cade!” she shouted as she clenched him tight, squeezing him and milking him dry. Her teeth would no doubt leave a mark on his shoulder as his head went back and hit the tile wall. But all he felt was a connection to her deeper than he’d ever felt with another woman before in his life...or wanted to feel with anyone else.