Page 17 of Are You Gonna Run?
“I can see that. It surprisingly smells good in here. I thought the mix of everything would make me run back up, but it smells like you know what you’re doing. Where’s the dumpster vomit thingy?”
Scrunching up my nose, I point to my trash can. “It’s the brown wax at the top.”
Biting his lip, he grabs it with intentions of roasting me written all over his face, but the second he inhales the monstrosity and gags, I know it’s far too bad for him toeven joke about. “What the fuck did you mix? Baby shit and onions?”
“I told you. Just put it back where it belongs and seal the lid,” I mumble. “I was distracted.”
“You said you made this one today?” He does as told then smells a few more, each candle bringing him closer until he’s standing in front of me with a smile. “I was distracted too.” He shows me a deep purple bruise on the back of his left hand next to his thumb. “It was because we didn’t fuck again, huh?”
“What’d you do?” I ask, reaching out to gingerly touch it. “It looks like you took a hammer to it.”
“My brother tossed me a hammer when I wasn’t looking. We can just blame him, right?”
Shit. “I don’t think that has anything to do with us fucking, so yeah. We’ll blame him.”
“He claims it’s on me because supposedly he called my name three times, but whatever. I just wanted to be inside you. Come shower with me.”
It’s hard not to laugh in that girlish, excited way that makes my cheeks hurt. I hate that for me because of what it means,but right now? I’ll take it over sitting here wondering if I fucked up by letting him go.
“Deal.”
Eris takes my hand and tugs me along, taking the lead in everything we do until we’re both clean. I’m still hung up on the fact that he washed my hair when he drops down right there and drapes one of my legs over his shoulder. “Don’t fall.”
That’s easier said than done when his hot, skilled tongue swipes straight up my center. The warm water cascading down my back keeps me grounded as I grab the wall and the curtain rod, but all I want to do is lay down and lose myself in him.
My legs shake, making him huff a laugh. “Not leaving this shower until you come for me, woman.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth and grips my thighs with both hands, nearly lifting me off my feet. It’s so fucking intense all I can do is close my eyes and trust that he won’t let me fall.
“Eris,” I gasp, feeling my core tighten and heat rush south. “Don’t... don’t stop... please.”
I nearly slip when it hits me, but his strength surprises me when he holds all myweight with ease and continues licking me through an orgasm so intense, I forget everything else.
He looks almost sheepish as he gets to his feet again, his lips shining with my cum before I watch him lick them clean with a huge smile. “I couldn’t wait. Let’s get out of here before the water runs cold.”
He kisses me a few more times as we dry off, and while I try not to argue, I can’t help it. “I would’ve returned the favor in there, you know.”
“Oh, I know.” He presses down on his still hard cock. “I didn’t want you to think I was doing it for something in return. I just really wanted to eat your pussy all day. And also... you can return the favor whenever you want, baby. I’d never deny you.”
What better time than now, then? Dropping to my knees, I crawl toward him and settle between his legs, looking up at him with what I hope is a playful, flirty grin. “Like right now?”
His cock jumps before he can nod. There’s an almost hopeful look in his eyes as he stares down at me, and it only makes me want to please him more. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes, reachingdown to thumb my bottom lip. “It’s all yours.”
Good. Reaching up, I grip his cock to lift it out of my way to lick his balls, sucking one into my mouth as I stroke him slowly.
“Oh fuck,” he moans. “Rowyn.”
He rests a hand on my head but lets me keep control, so I keep my mouth on his balls until I feel his cock jerk in my hand.
Yeah, he’s ready.
Bracing myself and opening my throat, I lock eyes with him and suck him in, taking him as far as I can. I wrap my hand around what little I can’t fit and stroke as I suck, making him hiss and groan like this is the best blowjob he’s ever had. I refuse to believe otherwise.
“God, woman. Just like that. So damn good.”
His hips begin to thrust in sync with my sucks, finding a perfect rhythm that has me soaked just from pleasing him. The air in my lungs becomes secondary, comfort gets tossed aside. I fight the urge to pull off and breathe as his moans get louder, his hips snap sharper.
Come on, baby. Give it to me.
