Summer woke to the sound of the shower running, daylight streaming into the room from a little slit in the curtains, and the most raging female hard-on a girl could possibly possess.
She pushed herself up on the bed, recalling the events of the past twenty-four hours with a strangely detached feeling—not unlike how she normally dealt with things she couldn’t explain, just more intense in this case. Shit happened, sometimes crazy, bat-shit shit that was barely believable, but she’d handle it. Somehow.
So she had magical powers that seemed to float into her mind at odd times, taking the shape of symbols she couldn’t exactly read, but just knew, deep down, what they were good for and who they could help. No biggie. She shrugged. Mysterious symbols imbued with power. Yeah, totally normal. At least her mind was acting like that was totally normal—natural, intuitive even. Like the markings she’d used on Dyami earlier. The poison he’d spoken of was something she could feel, a nasty taste in her mouth that was both bitter and yet familiar somehow. She’d etched a series of symbols on his forehead, shoved the poison back as much as she could before her energy just petered out. It was a temporary fix—she understood that instinctively. She wondered if there was something more permanent she could do to help him.
She ran her hand through her hair, cringed at the greasy feeling that greeted her. She needed a shower too. Her gaze strayed to the door that led to the bathroom. Dyami was in the shower, all those wiry muscles of his, soapy, slick, water sluicing. She licked her lips, ran her fingers down the curve of one breast and lingered over a nipple.
Carpe diem.
There was something about that man that pulled her in, had from the very first time she’d seen him. What better opportunity than now to take him for a test run?
Steam from the bathroom billowed out as she slipped in. Sealing her fate with no hesitation.
“Summer?” Dyami poked his head from the shower, his hair covered with soapy foam.
Summer met his gaze with a shy smile, or rather, sly smile as she pulled the straps of her bra—one then the other—down her arms, then unlatched the clasp at the front. “I’m dirty.”
He raked her body with a look so scorching her nipples actually throbbed. “Oh really?”
She nodded as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “Got room in there for me?”
He slid the curtain open, revealing an impressive display of muscle, tanned skin, tattoos and cock. Big, bold, ramrod hard and standing at attention—he was a god of sex to be sure. Summer slipped her panties down her legs, licked her lips again before climbing into the sultry heat of Dyami’s shower.
The water hit her body, a hot spray on her back, and she moaned as the first drops slid between her ass cheeks. Dyami gripped her face, hands on either side, angling her for a breathtaking kiss as he plunged his tongue fast, deep and hard.
She gasped, pressed herself up against him and ran her fingers along his side, loving the feel of his cock pressed to her stomach—throbbing, nudging, hot. Her pussy clenched, her clit ached. She wanted to get fucked, up against the wall, bent over the counter, on the floor. Whatever, however, she didn’t care, as long as this man put his cock in her now.
She slipped her hands between them, seconds away from gripping her prize when he gave a low chuckle. He released her mouth and spun her around, making her dizzy in the process.
“You said you were dirty. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
She opened her mouth to protest and all that came out was a deep moan as Dyami slid his fingers over her shoulders, digging into her muscles and working out the kinks she hadn’t even known were there. His hands were magic. With one hand kneading, he reached past her to the shelf and retrieved a small bottle of something. He poured a glob along her collarbone then grabbed a facecloth to follow as it slowly began to slide down her body.
His fingers glided from her shoulder to trail down the curve of her waist. He circled around to her stomach before laying his palm flat. With a firm hand, Dy pressed her back, his cock teasing with its blunt head and pulsing shaft against her body. He ran the cloth through the soap and over one breast, then lingered for a moment to stroke her nipple, before curling around to cup her briefly. It was maddening—the sensation of his touch and yet not his touch, the friction of the cloth making her ache, her nipples so hard they hurt. She moaned as he moved to the other breast, his hand that lay flat on her belly, sliding lower, fingers inching toward her clit. She wanted him there, and rocked her hips to let him know how much.
He chucked again. “You want me to touch you, baby?”
She nodded, bit her lip and pushed her ass against his thighs.
“How badly?” His words were sultry, making her wet with hot desire. He liked to control things, and that was okay for now.
She parted her legs slightly and moved her hand to slide past his, knowing she was antagonizing him, wanting to see his reaction. He didn’t disappoint.
“Nah uh, darlin’, that ain’t gonna happen. It’s my turn to touch.” She could hear the smile in his voice as he dropped the cloth and snagged her wrists, yanking them behind her back into his firm grip.
She was trapped in one of his massive hands and she liked it. She feigned a struggle and he tugged her back, her shoulder blades almost touching together, breasts on display. He nuzzled her neck, murmuring something into her flesh that sounded dirty just in tone. He nipped her, teeth scraping along her shoulder.
“I bet you taste sweet.”
He dipped his free hand down, his fingers splaying her pussy, cinching her clit between them, tugging her lips briefly before dipping into her, coating himself in her juices, teasing her aching bud with rough pressure. She moaned when he retracted his fingers. He lifted them to his mouth, sucking them in. She laid her head back to see, watching his face as he tasted her for the first time.
He groaned. “I want to eat you up.”
She shivered as he trailed his fingers down her neck, his other hand clenching her wrists tighter forcing her breasts to jut out to meet his roving hand. He cupped, then pinched, before pulling on one hard nipple. Driving her mad with achy desire as he left her breast and continued his trek down to her clit.
He nipped her throat again and she shivered, the tug of a memory there, just beyond her reach. It was a familiar sensation, Dyami biting her. The tattoos on her body pulsed, heating her up and making her tingle. He was doing something to her—something that felt so very right.
His fingers circled her clit, stroking her, tapping her, using pressure one second then a feather-light touch the next. She wanted his mouth there, wondered what his talented tongue could do with her most sensitive part.
“Dy,” she moaned as he entered her, two fingers stretching her out and gliding against her clit with each pass. Her orgasm mounted quickly, the sensation building as her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, her whole body shaking when the first wave hit with such intensity that her legs wobbled. He pulled his fingers from her again, offering them to her, running them along her bottom lip. She darted out her tongue to taste, then sucked his fingers into her mouth. She swallowed the taste of her passion as she circled and licked. Letting him know just what payback was going to be like.