Page 18 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

There’s just something about shower sex to start your day out right.

We put Gretchen’s shower bench to good use. Knowing she was sore, I let her straddle me and control the tempo and how deep she took my cock.

And the view as her tits bounced while she rode me was definitely a plus.

I strummed her clit with my fingers and had her coming on my dick in no time. I loved how responsive her body was to my touch and how good she felt when she collapsed against my chest to catch her breath.

That’s when I realized—

Fuck .

Instead of bending her over the bench and finishing like I was dying to do, I lifted her ass with both hands and pulled her off my lap.

She looked down at me with puppy dog eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I—I’m not wearing a condom.” I felt like a jerk. One more check in her “con” column. “I’m sorry, I’m never this reckless. I’m clean, I promise.”

“Oh… Um, well, it’s not like I didn’t notice. I’m on birth control. I guess I should have said something, so I’m the one who’s sorry.”

Even if a chick tells me she’s on birth control, I don’t risk it. I didn’t need an STD or another kid .

Not that I didn’t trust that Gretchen was clean or thought she’d try to trap me with a baby, it was just…

“Old habits die hard,” I said with a smile, thinking that was the end of our shower tryst.

I thought wrong.

Her petite fingers circled my shaft, and she slowly moved her hand up and down.

“I guess we’ll have to think of something else.”

I leaned my head and shoulders against the shower tiles and watched her stroke me.

“I like how you’re thinking so far.”

She dipped her head into my groin.

“What about this?” she asked before her flat tongue circled the circumference of my crown.

Fuck that feels good.

I pulled the curtain of her wet hair back so I could watch what she was doing.

“Your ideas are just getting better and better.”

“What about this?”

She pulled my length into her mouth. All the way in, until my tip bobbed against her throat.

Fuck yes.

I bit out a low moan and wrapped her hair around my fist to guide her mouth up and down my shaft.

“You’re bordering on genius, baby.”

“Mmm, good,” she murmured with a mouthful of my cock.

Gripping me at the base, she stroked her hand up while moving her mouth down, to meet in the middle. All while letting me use her hair for a handle to set the rhythm .

It was fucking hot as hell to watch her blow me, then she looked up and held my gaze as she deepthroated my cock. Her eyes watered, and I about blew my load right then.

“Fuuuuck, sweetheart. You are a dirty girl.”

A grin escaped her as she released my dick and took a big breath.

A string of her spit connected her lips to my tip, and I groaned out loud at the sexy sight.

Then my little vixen quickly resumed her oral and manual attention to my cock with a long moan.

The base of my spine tingled, and I thrust my hips up while pressing her mouth down.

“That’s it, dirty girl. Take that cock.”

I felt my balls draw up, and I grunted as my grip on her hair tightened while I directed her head up and down until I knew I was past the point of no return.

“I’m going to come, baby.”

I loosened my hold on her hair in the event she was a spitter and not a swallower.

Gretchen didn’t let up, and loudly slurped my shaft as she simultaneously jerked me off.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Are you ready for it, dirty girl?” I thrust up harder. “Here it comes. Take it.”

I let out a long grunt before exploding in her mouth, roaring, “Fuuuuck yes,” as I emptied myself into her throat. I knew there wasn’t a lot, since I’d drained my balls three times last night and there hadn’t been enough time to refill my tank, so to speak.

But still, the sexy teacher let a little dribble out the side of her mouth and down her chin to drip onto her luscious tits. That sight was going into my spank bank.

I reluctantly closed my eyes and tipped my head against the slate tiles as I tried to find my breath.

When my breathing finally slowed, I looked back down at her. She hadn’t rinsed my cum off her, and I swiped my thumb along the side of her mouth, whispering, “A fucking goddess.”

She turned her face into my hand with a contented smile, and in that moment, I knew there was no way I was going to be satisfied with just one night with her.

Now I just needed to convince her to see me again.

That might be hard to do, considering my company was probably going to sue her.