Chapter Thirteen
Carina
We spent so long in the shower together that we had to rush to rinse the soap off and out of all the cracks and crevices when the water went cold. Even while toweling off, I could still feel his fingers gently spreading the folds of skin at the top of my thighs and rubbing his soapy fingers over and inside me until I came again, clinging to him as I struggled to stay standing.
He’d paid almost equal attention to every body part, from my shoulders to my ankles, and when he’d soaped up my ass and warned me to brace myself against the shower wall, I had almost panicked for a moment, until I felt him spread me open a little and slide his soap-lubricated fingers over me without pushing in, just stroking me in a way no one else had ever done. I was breathless from the sheer pleasure of his hands on every part of my body, and when it was my turn, I attempted to do the same for him.
Soon, he was covered in a thick lather that made his skin slicker than water alone could. I gave his hind quarters the same treatment he’d given mine, and reveled in the gasp that escaped him when I slid my hand over his shaft, over his balls as they drew up against him, then slipped my hand back between his legs to wash the rest of him.
I pressed my hands against his hips until he back up and the water ran down his chest and stomach. I rinsed him off, then, while I still knelt in front of him, I licked and sucked on him, while he was soft enough to take all the way in without straining. I kept gently massaging that part of him between his beautiful cock and his ass, while I sucked him hard again, then turned away from him and guided him to me from behind.
I got on my toes and he slid in, then slid in and out of me, holding my shoulder with one hand, my hip with the other. He asked permission to change his aim, and even though I didn’t know what to expect, I nodded in agreement, gasping in combined pain and pleasure as he drew out of me and moved up to my ass, pressing himself inside me where minutes before he’d taken such care to gently stroke and clean me.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he panted, slowly sliding in a little more. He was so big I thought he was tearing me apart, but even as it hurt, the pleasure began to edge it out.
“So, today is going to be all kinds of firsts for me,” I confessed, panting the words out past the fullness of him inside me, “but, I don’t want you to stop,” I added as he froze.
“I’ve never done this either, so you have to tell me if I’m doing it wrong.” He edged in a little more, and I realized he was completely sheathed in my body, as he pressed his hips against the backs of my thighs. When he was still, it felt so good to hold him in me like that, and I tightened around him, marveling at the sensation.
“I thought it would hurt more,” I said softly. “I want more. Give me more.” He took a deep breath, and slowly began to move in and out of me, while I reached down and used my fingers on myself from the front. It only took seconds before I was crying out uncontrollably, bracing against the tile with one hand and my forehead, an orgasm ripping through my body along with enough pain to make me wonder if it was more good or bad.
I squeezed down on him hard, trying to make him slow down even though I couldn’t speak past the torrent of sensations rushing through me, and I felt him throb and spasm inside me as he came, holding himself against me, until thankfully, the pain subsided, leaving only the sweet edge of pleasure behind. He breathed hard in my ear, then cursed, before pulling out of me so fast it tore a gasp from my throat.
“Jesus H. Christ, the water’s turning to ice!” he exclaimed, half-laughing as he quickly washed himself again, trying to splash a tiny amount of water on me too. “You do not want to be under this,” he added.
I snickered at his quickly bluing lips. “You’re right, I don’t. But, get out of my way and let me do this quickly. You get out and get warm.” I washed quickly, wincing a little at the tenderness of my behind, while I simultaneously gave myself a mental high five for doing one of the few things I’d always been a little nervous to try. If only the world knew the secret lives of nerds, I thought to myself, and laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Jackson called out. I’d forgotten he might still be in the room.
“I was just wondering what the world would think, if non-nerds knew what us nerds are really doing.”
He laughed and agreed. “Well, I’m not going to lie. I hadn’t even fantasized about that particular something until we were in the shower together.” He poked his face around the corner of the frosted glass and looked at me while I turned the water off and wrung out my hair. He held out a towel for me, a chagrined expression on his face. “Did I go too far?”
I started a little at the question, and gave it some thought. “I don’t think I’m down for it being an everyday kind of thing,” I said slowly, “but, this whole week is supposed to be about us doing things we’ve never done, especially together. Besides,” I added after a pause, “If everything else we do ends up being as good as the sex…” I let the question trail off without answering it, and he nodded his head.
“I’m not just here for the sex,” he drawled, “but I’ll be damned if keeping my hands off you isn’t the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, even for a minute.”
I wrapped the now damp towel around my head like a turban and followed him back to our clothes. “I guess if you still feel that way in the morning, after we’ve shared an actual meal, and been forced to talk to each other, if for no other reason than sex in the middle of restaurants is usually frowned upon, then we should feel justified in being… Well, if I’m being a whore, what are you being?”
He gave me a startled look. “Then I guess, I’m being a man-whore,” he replied. “But C.J., I don’t see you that way. I mean, both of us could have been dating people for the weeks that we spent talking to each other instead. I’m not going to jump the gun on labels, but aside from that especially eye-opening hot shower sex we just had, nothing we’ve done was too quick or, um, well, slutty. I’m not going to let the world look down on what we have just because most people don’t get how technology can be just as telling, just as good as sitting across a table at a restaurant.”
Impulsively, I wrapped my arms around his neck in a hug. I wouldn’t have been caught dead on a dating site, mostly because my name was recognizable and I had enough stalker weirdos in my life as it was. But, Jackson was right. I liked him, and I had liked him from the first moment he had sent that stupid flirty text while I was in the middle of streaming.
“Are we going to have a lot of experimental sex?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
“Absolutely!” He exclaimed. “So long as you pick the next kind of ‘experimental.’ Too be honest, I felt a little ungentlemanly back there, no pun intended,” he added as I barked out a surprised laugh, “and I think you should be the boss next time.”
I felt an evil grin spread across my face, as I pondered the costume pieces, props, and toys I had in my dressing room. “If I get to be in charge next, we should go eat now,” I suggested, “before I really wear you out.”
“Nerds,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Dirty perverts, the lot of them.” I giggled and he gave me a quick hug, before pulling his shirt back over his head. “Dinner, hardware store, then home. Although, stopping for rubber hose and metal brackets just took on a whole new, frightening meaning for me.”
I laughed so hard I made myself sneeze, which set him off laughing too. Even though I thought we might be under threat of starving to death before we ever got around to eating again, I had never been so happy to spend every second together without the stresses or strains of whatever it was we might become.
While he finished dressing, I pulled my wet hair into a ponytail and fed Stiles a can of his favorite food. When I shut off the light, I could see into the open bedroom where the light from the window fell on the mannequin and the winged costume. We were at the beginning of what was to be a very strange and (I crossed my fingers) wonderful week. I locked the door behind me and Jackson took my hand, as we set off into the wilds of Los Angeles, looking for adventure… or at least some good nachos.