Page 32 of Wild Obsession
I fucked his mouth, setting my own pace, hard and steady, and he took every inch of me without flinching.His eyes watered, spit slicked his lips, and the sound he made around my cock was pure, filthy encouragement.But he never broke eye contact.Not once.Those green eyes locked on mine like he wanted me to see exactly what this was doing to him.
I tried to hold back, but there was no shutting out his grunts or the vibration of his mouth or the brutal, perfect pressure that was pulling me apart from the inside.
The orgasm ripped through me, hard and sudden, and I let out a strangled shout.I held him in place, forcing him to take every last drop.
“Fuck me,” I panted, finally letting him go and pulling myself free.
Sean sagged back against the wall, still catching his breath, but he was wearing a bold, fearless grin.Wiping a hand over his face, he chuckled.“Sorry.Can’t fuck you right now.I just came in my own hand.”
My shoulders shook with a silent laugh as I turned into the spray.He was a fucking troublemaker with a big mouth.And fuck, did he know how to use it.
The water hit my face, washing away the sweat and the salt and the lingering taste of his kiss on my lips.
I heard him move behind me—water sluicing as he pushed off the wall, the slap of his feet on the tile as he stood.Then his hand brushed my hip, light and almost tentative, like he was checking whether he was allowed.
I didn’t pull away.
He stepped closer, sliding both arms around my waist from behind, his chest pressing flush against my back.His beard scratched my shoulder as he rested his chin there, and for a long moment he just held me.No words.No ask.Just the steady weight of him at my back and the sound of the water around us.
I’d never felt so relaxed.
So open and fucking vulnerable.
Shit.I needed space.
That moment of letting go was as much as I could give.If I didn’t get my walls back up now, I’d lose more than control.I’d lose myself.And I’d already done that once.Never again.
I stepped out of Sean’s arms without a word.
The air outside the shower hit cold against my wet skin.I grabbed a towel and dried off fast, efficient, mechanical.Then I swiped my boxers off the floor and pulled them on, not looking back at the shower once.
Sean still hadn’t said a word.The water cut off behind me as I reached for the door.
“I’ll go start the barbecue,” I said, my voice rougher than I wanted it.
Sean didn’t answer right away.The silence stretched long enough that something twisted in my chest.
“Sure thing, sir.”
The word hit differently now.Less teasing.Less cocky.Like he was giving it back to me deliberately, handing me the control I’d just reclaimed because he knew I needed it.
I didn’t answer.I walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
