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busy on his erection until an uneven groan broke free from his mouth, his length stiffening further and further in her hold.

The kiss Robbie gave her was wet, provocative, sexual. “Does that mean you’ve wanted to fuck me, too?”

Yup. “Don’t push it,” Skylar teased on her way down, her mouth open as it skated down his bare torso, her knees finding the shower

basin with a gentle thud. And there he was in front of her, thick and protruding, straining toward her mouth in a subtle arch

that she pumped in her hands, observing him from below until she judged that he breathed the fastest when her grip remained

semiloose and moved fast. What else did he like?

“Teach me.”

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, bracing a hand on the wall, cupping her face with the other. “You really know how to turn a spank

bank obsolete, don’t you? This is all I’m going to see from now on when I need to get off. Skylar on her knees with her nipples

red from getting sucked, wanting me to show her how to fuck her mouth.” His fingers twisted in her hair and fisted, not enough

to hurt, but enough to make her back straighten, her attention captured. “Just so we’re clear, I’m going to teach you how

I like my cock sucked. Just mine. You don’t need to know what anyone else likes.” He guided his hard sex to her lips, rubbing the head along the seam of her mouth. “Nod or I’m not going to put it in.”

It blew her mind that she liked being spoken to like this. In this moment, she wasn’t a daughter or a pitcher or a sister

or a student. All the things in her life that gave her performance anxiety or invited stress. She was just a half-naked woman

who’d driven a man to a heightened state of arousal and he was letting her know it. Maybe later or tomorrow or next week,

things would be different, but right now, she belonged to him. They belonged to each other.

So Skylar nodded, hot thrills running through her, overlapping, tripping over one another until she was a human beehive. Buzzing.

“Teach me how you like it sucked.”

Briefly, Robbie’s head fell back, his Adam’s apple prominent, throat flexing. Then he looked back down at her with glazed

eyes. “Keep stroking me in your right hand. Use your left to hold my balls.” She did as she was told, gratified to see his

abdomen knit up tight like a drum, his hand fisting on the shower wall. “That’s good. Fuck, that’s good. Don’t squeeze them,

just move your palm front to back, give me a little friction, and...” He pounded that fist into the shower wall. “Like

that. Like that. Yeah.”

“When do I get to taste it?”

“You getting impatient?” he asked through his teeth.

“Maybe.” She kissed his tip, teased it with the tip of her tongue. “Yes.”

“Maybe I’m stalling because I know as soon as I see my cock in your mouth, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

“Good. Do it,” she whispered, burying her tongue in that salty slit, moving up, down.

“Oh goddamn, baby. Fine. Fuck it,” he heaved, pushing his length into her mouth with a guttural grunt, her lips stretching to take him, that smooth invasion becoming a distraction from everything else, such as the actions she was supposed to be performing with her hands.

All she could do was savor the new sensation of salty weight in her mouth, the act of being used for sexual pleasure and how excited it made her to exist—right now—just for this.

“Look up at me, Skylar,” he said raggedly. “Eyes up.”

Her lids were heavy, but she forced herself to focus, to trace the muscular ridges and valleys of his body until mossy green

connected with brown.

“Yeah, you love me in that mouth, don’t you?”

He moved in and out for the first time, leaving her mouth until just the tip rested on her bottom lip, before tunneling back

in, slightly deeper than before and that thick pressure passing between her lips and his subsequent shudder reminded her to

tease his balls in her palm. To keep her other hand moving, fondling him in time with his slow fucks of her mouth that were

starting to happen faster already, his breath rasping in and out, filling the shower stall and encouraging her like nothing

else.

“Don’t stop. Don’t... ahhh. Good girl. Don’t stop doing that. Fucking Christ .” That fist in her hair grew more and more firm, the tug of her scalp causing a corresponding ripple between her thighs,

a satisfaction in some part of her inner self she couldn’t name. Joy of being possessed. Of making someone struggle with their

own need, their own body. “Don’t need to teach you shit. Sucking my dick is easy when you love it, huh?”

Skylar moaned, intuition telling her to twist her palm now, cup his testicles gently, and his response, his faster pumping

and bit-off curse, told her yes, keep going .

“That’s good, baby. Get sloppy now. Let’s go.

There should be spit all over your chin when this is over.

” Robbie took her mouth the way a man entered a woman’s body—with firm, fast strokes—but he never went past the point that made her choke, not until she invited him to do it, loosening her throat and blinking up at him in a wordless signal that it was okay, and in the back of her mind, she understood that not everyone communicated as seamlessly as them and this was unique.

They were unique. But the head of his engorged sex found her throat at that moment and she stopped thinking, stopped focusing

on anything but him. The power she wielded with a mere swallow. The power in giving permission. All of it. “I’m fucked now.

Oh God, I’m so fucked. You’re... I’m... deep . I’m fucking your mouth so deep. Goddamn, Skylar.”

She swallowed again, constricting her throat around his hard flesh. Moving on instinct, she jostled his balls, grazing the

trunk of his shaft with her teeth ever so lightly, looking up at him in wonder as he started to erupt. Saltiness met her throat,

and she coughed out of necessity, tearing up, but didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when he’d ripped his fist off the wall and pressed

it hard to his mouth, barely managing to trap the strangled roar at the last second, his every muscle straining, his powerful

lower body thrusting forward with low grunts, blasting exhales.

“I wasn’t going to... I wasn’t going to bust, I swear to God.” He looked half incredulous, half delirious as he drove deep

and held, more saltiness going down her throat, his entire body shaking. “You made it too good. Fuck, that was so good.”

There was nothing to compare to the state she was left in.

A daze, maybe, but her blood was pumping furiously, her sex beating like a heart.

As soon as Robbie finished, doubling over to brace himself on his knees, sides heaving, Skylar lost her balance, too, slipping sideways onto her hip and leaning a cheek against the shower wall, a warm stream of water coating her cheek.

With a swollen mouth and piping hot blood, her surroundings were a dream, complete with low light and the white noise of the shower.

It would have been soothing if her body wasn’t primed for more. More.

No sooner had she acknowledged her own hunger than Robbie knocked open the shower door with his elbow, wrapping his arms around

Skylar and dragging her out of the still pounding spray, into the bathroom. Soaking wet and breathing hard, she was settled

carefully onto the fluffy bath mat, but there was nothing careful about the way her bathing suit was stripped from her body.

Robbie loomed over her, steam glistening on his body, his face.

In that moment and every moment for the rest of her life, she’d consider this to be the most beautiful man she’d ever laid

eyes on. The one who rubbed his face between her breasts without a shred of self-consciousness, his right hand shuffling her

legs apart. “Not even going to lie, I thought that would end with me fucking your brains out, but I couldn’t pull out of your

hot little mouth to save my life.” Briefly, he brought his right hand to his mouth and spit on it, before bringing it between

her thighs. Pausing. “Can I give you head, Skylar?” He licked his bottom lip, pupils dilating. “Please, baby. Please.”

She nodded so vigorously, she almost dislocated her jaw. “Yes. Yes.”

“God, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?

” he muttered, his wet fingers sliding down into the split of her flesh, the friction to her clit like shock paddled to the system, and she choked a moan in her throat, heels digging into the ground, her hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in, scraping up into his hair, core flexing.

Flexing. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Drenched from making me come.

She wears an innocent black bathing suit, but get the girl on her knees and.

.. motherfucker. She’s a bright pink thong girl waiting to happen, aren’t you, Skylar?

Never got off so fast in my fucking life. ”

Someone had blowtorched her nerve endings.

As a lifelong athlete, Skylar knew physical highs, but she’d never experienced anything like this. For one, she had total

and complete trust of this man to be telling her the truth. She wasn’t distracted by trying to read between the lines or judge

his impression of her. She was free to feel—and feel she did. Everywhere. It was possible to be tense with need and languid

with want all at once. She knew that now.

That tongue of his continued to skim back and forth on his bottom lip, but it paused as he looked down at her bared flesh

for the first time, his hand tensing on her knee. “Damn, that’s beautiful. I’d love to be riding it right now, but you had

to be so good with that mouth, didn’t you?” Robbie got down on his belly, releasing a hot exhale against her core with his

eyes closed. “I’m good with mine, too. Drop those knees if you want to find out.”

Did she drop them?

Yes, she did.

And good was an understatement. He licked some kind of Sshape along her damp seam, then slowly pressed her open with the