Chapter 39

39

JJ

Whack-whack-whack. I spank her on alternate butt cheeks without stopping, without giving her time to recover. She yells, tries to move away, but I lean my weight on her back to hold her in place. I continue to spank her until her honeyed skin blushes pink, until her ass is so hot to the touch, it rivals the temperature of the water from the shower. I massage her backside, and she moans. I slide my fingers down the cleavage between her butt cheeks, to her slit, and find her wet.

"You're a filthy little slut, aren't you? You like it when I spank you."

"Fuck you," she spits out.

I laugh. "So much fight in you. It's a bloody turn-on, you know that?"

"Well, you're not turning me on," she retorts.

I chuckle. "Not what your body is telling me, baby."

"Don't call me baby," she says in a petulant tone.

"Do you always deny yourself everything you like?"

"What's this, a lesson in pop psychology?" she scoffs.

"More like a chance for me to learn your body, little one."

I grip her waist, and plucking her off of my lap, I gently place her on her feet. "Does that hurt?" I survey her features.

"Not as much as my butt, you bastard."

I chuckle.

Her frown deepens. "Can I leave?" She shoves her hair back from her face.

"Not yet." I rise to my feet so she has to tilt her head back to look at me. Reaching behind me, I flick on the tap so the water pours over us.

I grip her arse, and she flinches. Fuck if that doesn't turn me on further. The fact that I marked her is the reason she's in discomfort now. It's the reason she's so turned on that her pupils are dilated until they resemble the sun when it's high in the sky. I'd pluck the moon and the stars for her if she were to ask me. I shake my head. Where did that thought come from? I'm not falling for her, am I? Sure, there's a connection between us. It's why I fucked her, regardless of the fact that she's my son's girlfriend. Was my son's girlfriend. Doesn't mean I'm in love with her. Impossible.

It's the sex that's addled my brain. And admittedly, my orgasms with her have been out of this world. Come to think of it, as long as I'm fucking her, everything is okay. I have no time to think, and then I don't have to worry about these soppy sentiments that insist on intruding in my thoughts. Best to keep our interactions to shagging. I mean, that's why I decided to fuck her more than once, didn't I? It's why I brought her here.

"I've never brought any of my women here," I murmur.

"Eh?" She glances up at me, her anger forgotten. "You mean to say?—"

"You're the first woman in this room, in my bed... In this shower, for that matter." I scowl down at her.

She relaxes a little. "You don't seem happy about it."

"Can you tell?" I twist my lips. "I'm trying to understand why it is that I can't get enough of you."

"Sexual attraction. It happens. You can't always choose who you have chemistry with," she says in a soft voice.

Tell me about it. "That's why I'm going to take your arse."

She stiffens and I squeeze her shoulders. "Relax. I'm going to make sure you enjoy it."

I walk around to stand behind her, then slide my hand down her knee and push it up so her foot is balanced on the bench.

"You okay?"

She nods.

"Speak to me, tell me you're fine with this."

She glances at me from the corner of her eye. "I'm fine with this."

"Good girl." I push her hair off the nape of her neck, then press a kiss there.

She shivers.

I take her arm and place it against the wall of the shower.

Her shoulders stiffen. That won't do at all.

I reach around and cup her breasts in both of my hands. I balance them, weigh them, then use my fingers to run circles around them. I tweak her nipples, and a shudder runs down her body. "I fucking love your tits." I slide my fingers down her stomach to her pussy. I play with her clit and she gasps. She leans back and into me. I stuff two fingers inside her, and her body jolts. I continue to tweak a nipple, then curl my fingers inside her.

The water pours down on us and steam bellows out. My cock throbs between us, but I ignore it. I continue to finger fuck her, move my other hand down to her pussy to scoop up some of her cream, then bring my hand up to her face. I slide my finger inside her mouth. She sucks on it while her pussy clamps down on my other fingers. "You're so damn tight, girl." I bend and press my cheek to hers. "Gonna stuff my cock in your arse and make you come until you feel me there for the next few days." I slide my fingers out of her, reach to the side and grab the conditioner. I step back and pour it into the valley between her arse cheeks.

"Jack." She swallows. "Will it hurt?"

"I hope so."

She scowls up at me. "That's not reassuring, asshole."

"You walked into that. Again." I smirk.

She glowers at me.

So fucking adorable.

"Relax, baby." I squeeze her reddened butt cheek. Red because she still wears my palm prints. Satisfaction heats my chest. My cock thickens further. "I promise, you'll want more of it when I'm done," I murmur.

"Somehow, I doubt that."

"Don't you trust me yet?" I toss the conditioner to the side then slide my fingers between her arse cheeks. I work one of them into her puckered hole, and she tenses.

"Shh." I kiss her temple then ease my finger farther inside.

"Oh," she gasps.

"How's that?"

"Not too bad," she admits.

I pinch her chin and turn her head toward me, then bend and take her lips. I nibble on her mouth until she sighs and relaxes. I continue to kiss her as I slide my hand down to her clit and apply pressure. She shudders, spreads her legs wider, and I slip a second finger inside her back hole. I continue to kiss her, thrusting two fingers inside her pussy. I curve them and she arches up and against me. I manage to thrust a third finger inside her back channel. She freezes.

"Shh," I whisper against her lips. "Let me in, baby."

A whine spills from her lips. I continue to rock my fingers inside her pussy and her back hole, continue to finger fuck her until she clenches down. The water pours over us, and her cum moistens my digits inside of her. I press kisses up her cheek to her ear, swirl my tongue inside, and she shivers.

"Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" she groans.

"Just getting started, little girl."

I pull my fingers from her puckered hole, then replace them with my cock. When she stiffens, I grind the heel of my hand into her clit while I continue to finger fuck her pussy. Instantly, she relaxes, and I slide my dick inside. She gasps and clamps down on my cock.

"Easy, baby, easy." I rub my cheek against hers, then kiss the edge of her lips. She turns her head, and I lick her mouth. She trembles. I slant my mouth over hers. She parts her lips, and I sweep my tongue inside to tangle with hers. I curl my fingers inside her pussy and a moan wells up. Her entire body seems to grow languid. Her muscles melt, and I slip in through the ring of muscle of her sphincter. She groans, then wraps an arm around my neck. I pause, allowing her time to adjust to my size. I kiss her deeply, and she pushes herself further into my chest. She digs her fingers into my scalp, pushes out her butt, and I slide in farther. She whimpers, and I absorb the sound. The water from above continues to pour down on us. The contrast of the droplets hitting my shoulders, the honeyed taste of her mouth on my tongue, and her tight channel holding my cock in a vise-like grip is too much. My dick swells even further, pushing against her walls, and she moans.

"I need to fuck you, baby." I pull out slowly, then thrust inside her. She shudders. Moisture bathes my fingers as I finger fuck her pussy with greater intensity. I tilt my hips and bottom out inside her. She trembles. I begin to move, ramping up my speed. Long smooth movements where I can feel every millimeter of her melting walls. Each time I lunge into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh mingles with the sound of the shower droplets crashing onto the floor. The pressure at the base of my spine tightens, and my thigh muscles spasm. Her pussy quivers around my fingers, and I know she's close. So am I.

I pull my mouth from hers and take in her features, her forehead folded into a grimace of pleasure-pain. I pull out one last time, then thrust forward. Her mouth opens and shuts. She throws her head back and cries out as she shatters. I hold her close, absorbing the shudders of her body as I continue to fuck her. The ball of tightness at the base of my spine coils in on itself, growing even more taut, more rigid. One last time, I thrust forward and bottom out inside of her. My balls tighten. Just like that, my orgasm rams through me, and I come with such force, flickers of darkness dot my eyesight. I manage to keep myself upright and hold her close. The aftershocks ripple through her and me. Through us. As they fade away, I become aware of the water pouring down on us.

I pull out of her, then turn her around and lower her onto the shower bench. As I begin to wash her, she wraps her arms about my waist and slumps into me. I reach for the shampoo and work it into her thick, beautiful hair. I unwind her arms from about me, lean her back, then pour out the soap and run my palms down her shoulders and to her breasts, down her stomach, between her legs. The water washes it away.

"JJ." She stirs then. "What are you doing?"

"Washing you." I squat down in front of her and kiss her between her thighs.

"JJ." She shudders.

I swipe my tongue up her slit and she moans.

"I want to eat you out until you come on my tongue again."

She grips my hair and tugs, but it's a half-hearted attempt.

I continue to fuck her with my tongue until, with a little cry, she squirts all over my mouth. Then, I wash her some more, until her clit is engorged and she's holding on to me. I rise to my feet, and cup her cheek.

"How are you feeling now, baby?"

"Like I'm flying." Her voice is heavy with lust, her shoulders slumped. She's well and truly relaxed. Good. I squat down, then kiss the inside of her thigh. She shudders, and I straighten. I soap myself quickly, then run my fingers through her hair, washing away the last of the shampoo suds under the water. Then I massage conditioner into her hair, and she sighs. When we're both clean, I turn off the shower. I walk out of the cubicle and return with a towel that I wrap around her. I draw another over her hair and begin to blot it.

"I can do it," she protests.

"Let me," I insist. I pat down her hair, fold the towel around her head in a turban, then draw her to her feet, tuck the other towel under her arms and secure it above her breasts. I quickly dry myself with a towel before I toss it aside. I scoop her up in my arms again, and she laughs.

"I'm fine. I can walk."

Ignoring her, I walk over to the bed, then place her down. I pull off the shower protector on her foot, then unknot the towel from around her.

"Get in," I pull back the covers on the bed, and she slides in. I walk around to the other side of the bed and slip under the covers. I pull her over and curve around her body, spooning her.

She sighs, "This is nice."

It really is. Warmth sinks into my body. My limbs grow heavy. When was the last time I was this relaxed? And it's not only because I came three times in the last few hours. It's her proximity. Having her in my bed with my arms around her. Her head tucked under my chin. My cock nestled in the valley between her butt cheeks.

"JJ, we do need to talk." She yawns so loudly I can hear her jaw crack. "JJ?"

"Not now." I pull her even closer. "Sleep now."

When I awake, I'm alone in bed.