Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 69

Carter

“You're not clean yet,” she said, soaping up her hands. I scowled, confused, and in the next instance she had gripped my cock behind her in her small hand. A groan escaped my throat. I’d been jacking off more often lately than I cared to admit. Watching Briar train in her barely there workout outfits had been taxing but as many times as I’d imagine what her hands would feel like on my cock; this was so much better.

“Is this ok?” she asked, hesitating.

“Whatever your planning, don’t stop,” I growled in her ear. Goosebumps pebbled over her flesh as I slid my hands from her hips and down, my finger tips teasing the inside of her thighs as they itched to touch her, but I was afraid to cross a boundary. She wasn’t drunk today, and I wasn’t ignorant of the fact she would very well deny me. Her hand began moving slowly. Goddess, if her hand felt this good how good would her pussy feel?

I kissed up her neck and slid one hand up to her breast, I paused waiting for her to object, instead she arched her back, which put her breast further into my hand; invitation accepted. I caressed her breast in my hand, my other hand returning to her hip, as I prayed silently that she wouldn’t stop. My blood went hot as her confidence gained and her hand moved along my shaft lubricated by the cascading water pouring over us. She moaned as I paid special attention to her nipple, it hardened under the attention as I kissed along her jaw with ragged breaths. Her other hand slid back and down cupping my heavy balls in her palm, and I growled in her ear. I couldn’t help it, and there was no checking myself in that way in this situation. She had heard it before and never commented.

“I want to touch you,” it was meant to be a question, but it came out like a plea from a wounded animal.

She let out a breath, I felt her back shiver against my chest. “Then touch me,” she offered, and who was I not to take a gift freely given? My lower hand slipped down between the juncture of her thighs, the heat of her molten to the touch as my fingers slid between her pussy’s lips. I worked her clit and teased at her opening, and soon she was a panting mess just like I was. I sucked on the place where her shoulder met her neck, my mouth watered, my fangs threatening to descend. I had never had that reaction with anyone and it just solidified it for me. She was a gift so precious and I would cherish her, unlike her first.

She leaned back into my chest surrendering into how I made her feel as the water streamed down over us. Her hand moved faster along my shaft, the tingle I felt, a tell tale sign I was about to cum, so I applied more pressure to her clit as I slid two fingers inside her. I yearned to feel her quake once again.

“Carter,” she murmured. And it didn’t take her long for the spasms to find her as the walls of her core tightened around them; I came. I groaned into her neck, her hand still moving along my cock as my thumb favored her clit and my fingers let her pussy milk them for all they were worth. This intimacy was on another level, and we indulged until I was spent, and her spasms had receded. I pulled her face to mine, kissing her, pressing her soft, naked body to mine as streams of warm water ran down our bodies. I wanted her so badly, as if the fibers of myself wouldn’t be fully sewn together until everything was made right, till this other side of her severed bond was released. Her nails dug into my shoulder, telling me she felt the same. She may not realize it now, but I was sure of it. If she only knew how irrevocably she had ruined me, simply by existing. I’d do anything for her, starting with ripping her rejected mate to shreds. If only I could tell her everything, but she was dealing with enough without knowing how dire her situation was with two mate bonds tied to her. His scent had become weaker over the last few weeks, and I knew every encounter would work towards washing his vile scent away. The sooner the better, but I wouldn’t push it, for her, I’d wait as long as it took.