Wild Addiction (Wild #2)(46)
Author: Emma Hart

He leans over me again and sucks lightly on my pulse point. It’s thrumming, pounding, pulsating beneath the gentle caress of his tongue. My body is alive and waiting, anticipating, ready.

He wraps his arms around me and lifts me to standing. “Time to get wet,” he whispers, pushing me toward the bathroom.

I ache as he leads me into the room and then the shower. My breath catches when he turns the water on full force and steps out of his boxer briefs.

His erection pings free, standing upright and resting against his stomach. I swallow at the sight of it. God—it’s long and hard and I know exactly how that fucking tastes.

My tongue darts across my bottom lip, and I know he catches it because he wraps his hand around himself. He walks back into the shower, his fist stroking his cock and his eyes on me.

“Come here.”

I walk into the shower cubicle and he closes the door behind me. The water is hot and sprays down on us forcefully, but that thought is quickly discarded when Tyler’s mouth descends onto mine once more.

I’m quickly swept away in the intensity of his kiss.

“Against the wall,” he whispers between kisses.

I step back, jolting when my back hits the cold tiles. He steps forward and lifts my arms over his head.

I’m bound, my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

He moves his hand between us and runs his fingers along my wet pussy. “So easy,” he murmurs. “So quick to get wet and ready for me.” He pushes a finger inside me that’s quickly followed by another. “You’d take my cock now, wouldn’t you? You’re ready for me to lift you and fuck you deep, aren’t you?”

I breathe out a yes. His thumb finds my clit and flicks.

“Is that what you want? Tell me, Liv. Tell me if you want me to wrap your legs around my waist and force myself inside you.”

I can’t speak, my body overcome with waves of delight from the movement of his hand. His fingers stroke me quicker than he speaks, his thumb going around and around and around…

He drops his hand. I ache for him, for his touch. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, Ty. I need you.”

“Need me where? Here?” He touches my breast. “Here?” He runs two fingers along my cunt. “Or here?” He rubs the head of his cock against my clit.

“There,” I cry, dropping my forehead onto his chest.

“Just there? Like this?” His cock presses the spot above my clit and he circles, barely brushing the swollen spot begging for attention.

“No, you bastard,” I hiss, wishing I could reach down.

“What, Liv?” His breath across my lips eclipses the heat of the water. “Where do you want me, babe? You can’t show me so you’re going to have to tell me.”

“Your cock—inside me.” My breath hitches as that teasing rub nudges my clit. “My legs around your waist. You inside me. Please.”

“You begging, love?”

“You bet your dirty British ass I’m begging.”

He cups my ass, pulls it from the wall, then slaps the wet skin. The sharp noise rings out through the room, but all I know is that his hands are curving my thighs and lifting me, settling my legs around his waist, and his cock is nudging my entrance.

I tilt my hips forward and take him inside me. He fills me with a swift thrust and I moan, his hard cock red hot against my sensitive folds.

“This what you want?” he whispers against my neck.

“Exactly this,” I reply, grabbing his hair the best I can and opening myself to him.

His hands are on my ass, holding me steady as he fucks me. And he fucks me harshly, relentlessly, pounding into me until my heartbeat matches the pace of his thrusts. Until I only know the steady beat of our bodies syncing perfectly.

Until our hearts, our breaths, our thrusts match to the ninth degree.

Until we come together for the first time, our releases a mixture of names and cries and sighs. Of clenches and thrusts and grips.

Until he slowly lowers me to the floor, pulling himself out of me, and holds me to his chest.

I rest my cheek against his chest and wave my arms awkwardly. He laughs loudly and tugs the panties from my wrists.

“Thank you,” I murmur, wrapping my now-free arms around his waist.

“Any time,” he replies, his arms creating a safe and comforting cocoon around my body.

We stand beneath the spray of water until my legs stop trembling. Tyler reaches for the soap and runs his hands over my body, caressing my breasts lovingly and massaging my back. He kneels when his hands curve over my behind so he can do my legs.

I watch him with a smile, amazed at how he can switch his demeanor so quickly. Minutes ago, he was fucking me like our lives depended on it, and now, he’s touching my body like I’m a goddess worthy of worship.

I reach up and kiss him when he stands and grab the soap myself. I wash him down, running my fingers over the ridges of his abdomen and the tightness of his backside and thighs. Over the broad shoulders that eclipse me and the arms that hold me so steadily.

When step under the spray together, I scrunch my face up at the onslaught of water. He laughs, grabbing shampoo and attempting to wash my hair beneath the spray. I shake my head repeatedly. I’m not opening my damn eyes with shampoo washing down my face.

He finally gives up, and after a moment longer of standing under the water, presumably to wash all the shampoo off me, he pulls me out.

“Shit! Towels!” he snaps.

I finally open my eyes and laugh. “I think I’m rubbing off on you!”

He comes back into the room, dripping wet and still totally naked, and wraps me in a large, warm towel. “Then we’re all fucked.”

I smile and snuggle into the towel. Hot. Fluffy. Soft. Mmmm.

If he gets you towels straight from the dryer, he’s a keeper.

I follow him into my room, my eyes fixated on his butt as he walks. Holy crap, he has a nice butt. Especially when there are water droplets running over it.

Hello.

“You’re staring at my bum again, aren’t you?”

I look up and grin, unashamed. “It’s a nice bum.”

His expression matches mine. “Come here.” He grabs the towel from me, dries himself, then sits me on the bed. He climbs up behind me and covers my head with the towel.

I laugh as he rubs my head playfully, getting most of the wetness out of my hair. He grabs my brush from the floor and runs it through the wet locks before bringing the towel up again.

He repeats this three or so times and I giggle my way through it. When he’s finally satisfied that my hair is dry enough, he yanks the covers from beneath us and throws me back for a second time tonight.