I’m fine.
Thayer
The moment Holden walks out the front door, I’m heading up the stairs, seeking Shayne out. I hear the shower running and slip inside the steamy bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I planned on talking to her about what went down at school, but the moment I see her standing there naked, her back to me as the water pours over her, I lose all coherent thought.
She’s fucking beautiful. So different, yet so similar to the girl who moved in three years ago. She’s stronger, but still vulnerable. Confident, but humble. Hot as fuck, but inherently innocent. As if she can sense my thoughts, she glances at me over her shoulder.
“Thayer!” Shayne scolds me, whipping around, bringing her arms up to cover her chest. Water from the shower ceiling falls around her, dripping from the ends of her hair, droplets hugging her curves as they slide down her body. She’s fucking perfect.
“He’s gone.” I strip down in record time, and Shayne’s gaze falls to my cock, realizing I’m already hard. I walk up behind her, cupping her tits as I dip my head to kiss her neck. She shivers, leaning into me.
“Turn around,” I murmur against her skin.
She does as I say, eager for what I’m about to give her. Dropping to my knees, I bring my face level to her smooth pussy and pull my lip rings between my teeth, admiring the view.
“Lift your leg.”
She does, propping her foot against the built-in bench. I run a hand up the back of her other leg, bringing my lips to her inner thighs. My teeth nip at the soft flesh, teasing, never going quite where she needs me. Shayne loses patience, spearing her hands through my wet hair, and jerks me toward her. Fuck, that was hot. When my tongue slides against her little clit, she bucks against me, unable to keep still. I groan into her, taking her foot and placing it on my shoulder. Sliding my palm over her ass, I hold her to my face, licking and sucking until her legs are shaking with the need to come.
“Turn around,” I order in a strangled voice.
Breathless, she does as I say, and then I plant a palm on her back, pushing her forward.
“Ass out. Hands on the wall.”
Shayne arches her perfect heart-shaped ass out and I slide my hands over her flesh, squeezing. I spread her, leaning in to lick her. Shayne jerks away with a gasp, not expecting it, but I hold her hips in place. I lick her from clit to ass and everywhere in between. She moans the sexiest fucking sound, pressing her tits against the shower wall, and I know she’s so drunk on the feeling that she’d let me do just about anything.
“You gonna let me do whatever I want?” I ask, my voice thick with lust. She tenses at my words.
“Not that.”
I laugh against her thigh. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
“Okay.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
I flip her around once more, her back against the wall, and slip a finger inside her pussy.
“Yes,” she says as my mouth comes down on her clit as I fuck her with my fingers. It’s not long at all before her movements speed up, becoming frantic. I know she’s about to come, so I slide a finger to her back entrance. Shayne tenses up again, but I rub at her as my mouth works her clit. Soon, she’s pressing her ass against my finger, wanting more. I gladly give it to her, gently working my middle finger into her ass.
“Oh, fuck,” Shayne gasps, and I look up to see her eyes squeezed shut, lips parted.
She’s so tight around my finger. I go slow at first, letting her get used to it, but then I move faster as I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard. Her taut, little stomach tightens, and her body locks up with her impending orgasm just as I slide my index finger inside her pussy.
She screams—literally screams—and her legs give out. I use my forearm to pin her to the wall, keeping her upright as I pump into her. She contracts around my fingers, legs shaking, as my tongue laves her clit.
“Holy fucking shit,” she pants, sliding down the shower wall.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Ditto,” Holden’s voice says from behind us.
Shayne’s horrified eyes snap over my shoulder, and I shield her naked body with my own.
“What the fuck!”
“She was screaming! I thought she was being murdered! I mean, I guess she was, just not in the way I th—”
“Holden! Get the fuck out.”