Love, Ally by Hannah Gray

thirty-four

Ally

The ride to Florida on Sunday has my stomach in knots. We decided tonight would be for us and us alone. We got a fancy motel not far from Matt and Jenn’s house, and we will go there Monday morning for breakfast before making the drive home.

I take in the giant bathtub, which is actually a full-sized hot tub.

“Cole, this is nuts.”

Setting his bag down, he shrugs. “Guess Jenn and Matt wanted to do something nice. They probably know we’re going to drop the bomb that I know tomorrow, and they’re trying to butter my ass up.”

Swaying my hips as I walk over to him, I glide my hand up his shirt, feeling his deliciously hard abdomen.

Shit, he is absolute perfection.

“Either way, there’s a lot of area in this suite.” Backing up, I walk toward the bathroom, where a huge glass shower awaits.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I drop it on the floor, followed by my pants. Only in my bra and thong, I spin around and face the man I love. Whose chest is now rising and falling much harder.

Reaching around, I unclip my bra, letting it drop to the floor before slowly gliding my thong down. “Think I’ll take a shower. I’m dirty.”

Turning around, I don’t even make it two steps before his arms are wrapped around me, dragging me to him as he walks us into the shower.

Tugging his jeans down as quickly as I can, I basically tear his clothes off like a rabid animal.

Fisting my hair, he puts his mouth to my ear, and his facial hair tickles my neck, making me squirm. “You trying to tease me, angel?”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it.” I giggle against him. “It isn’t teasing if at the end of it, we both get what we want.”

“Yeah? And what do we want?”

Acting shy, I bite my lip. “What do you want?”

Leaning down, he takes my nipple into his mouth and licks.

“What do I want?” He smirks. “What I want is to taste you and to watch as you come undone on my tongue. What I want is to fuck that pretty mouth of yours so hard that you almost have to tell me to stop. And then when you’ve had enough and when I’m almost over the edge, I want to fuck you against that glass shower.” His eyes intensify. “That’s what I want.”

Backing up into the shower, I pull him with me. His body is enough to make a bitch quiver on the spot.

The water sprays down over us as our lips, tongues, and even teeth clash.

He hoists me up, and a devilish grin plays on his lips. “So fucking beautiful. And so fucking mine,” he says before he sits down on the shower floor and brings me right down onto his face.

I cry out. The need I’ve had for this release all day has been taunting me. “Yesss,” I hiss.

His tongue moves with as much grace as he does on the damn football field. Each stroke serves a purpose. Each touch making me cry out in pure desperation for more.

The only words that could express how I’m feeling are pure ecstasy. My entire body trembles as I look down at him invading me this way.

It isn’t long before that feeling takes over. But I don’t want it to. Not yet anyway.

“Let go,” he demands. “Let go right now. All over my tongue.”

My body does what it was told before my brain even has a moment to think about it. And I grip his short hair and pull lightly. Moaning as I call out his name.

Climbing off of him, I waste no time in pulling him onto his feet before I drop onto my own knees.

Stroking his length with my hand, I lean forward and take him into my mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Ally,” he growls.

Moving my mouth up and down on him, I work him over with my tongue. Making sure every spot gets sucked, licked, or touched.

Reaching down, he takes a fistful of my hair and angles my head up slightly to look at him. I watch his throat move as he swallows, his chest heaving as he breathes.

Knowing he’s close, I take him into my hand and pump him until, soon, he’s spilling himself on my hand and in the shower.

Once he’s finished, he sinks down against the shower wall, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him as the water pours down over our bodies as if it’s washing away this night.

“Two out of three things you wanted, we just accomplished in one,” I tell him.

“And the night is still young.” Running his hands up my back, he grins. “And I also want to fuck you against the window, overlooking the city—with the lights off, of course. And on that shag rug in front of the fireplace.” Moving his hands down to my ass, he chuckles. “Hold on tight, baby. It’s going to be a long and wild ride.”

We might have just had intense orgasms, but here I sit, ready for the next.