Page 56 of His Trick

I caught his curses with my mouth, grinding my bare cock into his stomach, pulling more gasps and moans from the kiss. When he was close again, I ripped free of his mouth, and he practically screamed at me.

“What is fucking wrong with you?”

Not waiting for more cursing, I spun him, shoving his chest flush against the tiled wall, my body pressing into his back, and my cock grazing against his ass. He froze when I ripped his thin pajama pants, his neck turning slightly to watch them float away.

My hand fisted his soaked shirt, keeping him pinned as I ripped that off him too.

I didn’t give him time to freak out about being naked.

He hadn’t worn underwear, and god fucking damn, his body was so fucking perfect—naked and raw, nothing to hide behind. I was kicking myself for not having looked at him in the showers.

He took my breath away, and the tease from his cock being hidden from me now was agonizing. I was supposed to edge him, make him crave my fingers, but I was making myself fucking crazy wishing to see his cock uncovered.

“Fuuuck. Shiloh. You are so beautiful.”

My words made him still, his blond hair floating on the top of the water. We weren’t in the shallow end anymore. Somehow, through the wrestling, we were nearing the deeper edge. Hisbody was covered up to his neck in the blood-red water. I wasn’t much taller than him, and I was all but submerged, too.

Let this storm consume us together.

“Are you ready, Sunshine?” I said, with one hand wrapped around his torso, and the other slipped around his waist. He sucked in a breath as my hand moved lower between his legs, down under his balls, until I made my way to his ass.

“Fuck,” he barked, his struggling making the water rise over our mouths for a moment while the waves rolled through us.

“Do you want to drown together?” I hissed, pressing on his tight hole. He stopped moving, and I felt him tighten on my finger. “Good boy. Now open to me. Let me in, Shiloh Anderson.”

He stayed frozen and tight, his breathing picking up in a panicked mania. “Don’t. Carrington, don’t. Please. I-I am begging you.”

I shoved two fingers hard against the seam, grinding against his hole until he jolted.

“Don’t what? Don’t touch you where you’re desperate to be filled?” My voice was a dark rasp, vibrating like the thunder that was still so present outside. “You think I don’t know what your body’s been starving for? I can feel it in every twitch of you. Just like you can feel how much I fucking need you too. Don’t stop this. Let me in. I don’t know what I’m fucking doing. All I know is I need to make you feel good.”

He shook his head violently, denials spilled from his tongue, but his thighs spread open a little more, almost involuntarily, as his hips pushed back against me. I felt myself actually smile as my fingers pushed slowly against his bare, wet skin.

The first slide inside was rough, unpracticed, and shaky. His body clenched around me, tight and hot, while a strangled cry tore from his throat. For some reason, hearing the pain thatlaced his voice made me take a deep breath and kiss his neck softly.

“You are beautiful when you break, Baby Boy. But I want to see what it feels like when you give in for once. Breathe in and out. That’s it.”

“Fuck…you can’t?—”

“Don’t fight it, Baby. You can do this.” I shoved deeper, staying slow, and curling inside him until his knees buckled.

My other hand gripped his hip, locking him still while I fucked him open with my fingers, little by little. The water sloshed around us, like the waves we were riding.

“You can tell me you don’t want this, Shiloh. But I am inside you, I know you want this. Stop your lies. Let yourself fall over the edge. Fall for me.” My words were a hiss in his ear, my pierced lips brushing his soaked hair. “You want this. You need this. And so do I. Give in, Baby.”

His face pressed into the tile edge, his hands clawing at the deck like he wanted to break through it. But the sounds coming out of him told the real story.

“Oh, Fuck. Carrington. I hate this. I hate the way you make me feel.” His voice was raw, filled with broken moans he couldn’t strangle down, even when he tried to put his face in the water. Every thrust of my fingers had him whimpering, every curl of my knuckles shattered another denial free from his lips.

“Stop…st-stop,” his voice cracked. “Please don’t make me come. I can’t. What does that make me if I do? Not like this.”

His hips were rocking back and forth into my other hand.

“It makes you fucking happy, Shiloh.”

I shoved a third finger in, stretching him further, claiming him even more, until he screamed. It was a strangled, helpless sound that turned my cock to steel.

“Oh fuck! Please… Please…please.”