Page 154 of Wicked Angel
I knew it was too late when he tensed, groaned, and yanked me against him, tight. His hips snapped up. The length of his hard cock flexed inside me as he started to ejaculate. “Fuck, Angel.” He moaned as he lost it, helpless to the climax I’d unleashed as he jerked inside me, loading me with cream, and I fucking reveled in it. I moved my hips in an undulating rhythm, getting him off completely as he groaned and growled in bliss… then gradually slowing as he relaxed.
“You weren’t supposed to make me come so fast,” he panted, his words slurring with sated pleasure against my sweaty skin as he kissed my neck. He actually had the nerve to complain to me after that fabulous orgasm.
“Are you kidding? You fought that off for hours.”
He ran his hands gently up and down my curves, sending delicious tingles through me. “Could’ve kept going for hours.”
Fuck, I could barely even see the man through all the steam and he was so damn sexy.
“Icouldn’t have.” I kissed him, then wriggled uncomfortably, too hot to actually get up. “Shit, it’s way too hot in here now,” I complained. “I’m gonna faint.” In response, he gripped my ass with strong hands and lifted me against him as he got to his feet. How he managed that without passing out, I’d never know. “Are you human?”
“Unfortunately. Being your personal sex robot would be a good gig.”
I giggled, our sweaty bodies slipping as he carried me out of the steam room and into the showers. Good thing he was strong. I just climbed him and held on.
“I’m not even gonna try to imagine why there are like five shower heads in here,” I mused as he set me carefully on my feet.
Johnny gazed down at me as he got one of the shower heads running for us, then steered me into the warm water. “Multiple people can use the pool at once.”
“And shower together afterwards?” I inquired.
“You assume this showering happens in a naked free-for-all.”
“There are no partitions for privacy, so yeah, I’m gonna assume.”
I turned slowly under the wide stream of warm water, letting it soak me completely, while Johnny loaded up his palms with body wash. Then he smoothed it all over my curves, concentrating on my thighs like he was taking care to wash me free of any of his come that had gushed out. It was rather sweet.
Until I imagined him doing the same thing to other girls he’d brought in here, and jealousy prickled in my gut.
Strange…
I’d become so accustomed to watching other girls get with the guys I’d wanted from afar, over the years, that jealousy wasn’t really a big thing for me. I knew there were prettier girls, girls there was no point competing with. Girls like my sister. I’d learned to accept it, and in accepting it came a kind of peace and self-assurance of its own. If a man didn’t want me for me, why put myself through the pain and turmoil of trying and losing out?
But. Standing here in Johnny’s multi-person shower did something strange to my insides. I felt peeled inside-out. Exposed and raw. I didn’t like thinking of him spending a whole evening with me doing what we just did—all the kisses, all the deep eye contact, all his focused attention on me, never mind the explosive sex—and then him turning around and doing it all over again with someone else.
The thought made me feel quite sick, actually.
No point running from it if it’s gonna happen, I told myself.Better to face it head on.If there was one thing I’d learned from my long, slow breakup with Flynn, it was that heartbreak would be better in fast forward. Why draw out that inevitable hurt?
Just get it the fuck over with.
When Johnny didn’t say another word, instead just watching me shower with hooded eyes, I forced out, “Okay, I’ll just ask you. Why are there five shower heads in here?”
His eyes, in their slow travel over my body, met mine. When that deep, dark aquamarine locked onto me, I felt helpless. Like whatever he would say… it wouldn’t change a thing. I wasn’t sure why that didn’t scare me more.
“If I said it was for orgies, would it change how you view me?”
“No. Because I already assumed it was for orgies.”
His expression turned thoughtful. “How many people does it take to constitute an orgy?”
“Don’t get cute about it. Five definitely constitutes.”
“When I designed the house,” he said carefully, “I anticipated multiple people wanting to shower at once. If my friends want to have an orgy in here, I’d prefer they shower afterwards.”
I laughed. “That explanation is so seamless, I almost bought it.”
“It’s true.”
