Page 50 of The Game

I switched the hot water on at the kitchen sink and then turned it off again.

I then repeated it for a good two minutes until his shouts filtered through the floorboards. I always hated it when Sammy ran the tap when I was in the shower—payback was sweet.

When his shouts got louder, I went up to the bathroom and innocently opened the door. He was behind the frosted glass, but I could still make out the long length of his limbs. “What?” I asked feigning innocence.

"Hey, Rivers come here," he poked his head around the glass when he heard my sniggering.

I stepped forward. "What?"

His hand snaked around my wrist as quick as lightning and I shrieked in surprise as he pulled me into the shower with all my clothes on.

"Is there something funny?" His warm body pressed against my clothes.

The water from the power jet rushed over my face, spurting in my mouth and I spat it out as fast as it flooded in. "What?" I couldn't say anything else because his mouth crashed into mine. Claiming me, owning me, his lips demanding as they forced my own open and he pressed his naked body against my soaked clothes. His tongue entwined with mine, dancing and teasing as our teeth clashed and he tied me in closer to his naked skin, his hands anchoring onto my hips and giving me no space to move, no room to fight against him.

"Jonathan." I never expected his real name, the name that only I knew, to fall out of my mouth but when it did, it felt so right, so natural, it couldn't have been any other way.

His eyes sparked at mine, water droplets falling from his eyelashes and splashing against his nose and the tanned skin of his cheeks.

His name from my mouth acted like an adrenaline shot. He shoved me against the wall of the shower, my shoulders hitting the tiles. His tongue ran along my bottom lip, scooping up water as he trailed a burning blaze of heat along the outline of my mouth. I shuddered as he dropped his mouth to my throat, pulling the skin into his mouth, and sucking hard enough I knew I'd bruise. A dark heat built within me. "Lyssi," my name was a low murmur that delved to the very pit of my being.

I wanted to stop him. I'd only picked him up from a strip club an hour before, but his skin was burning through my clothes, setting fire to my entire being like a spark to dry tinder. My fingers ran along his skin, tracing the rivulets and curves that created his unique physique. I dropped my hand to his waist and guided it forwards until I was smoothing a path to the cock I felt pressing against my waist. He caught my hand, pulling it away from the smooth skin of his shaft. I couldn't even bring myself to be surprised by the size of his length or the width. There was nothing discreet about this golden-haired man. The man that was now dropping to his knees under the spray of the shower and working the elastic of my tracksuit pants over my hips.

"Stop." I tried to push his head away, but his fingers were insistent as they skimmed my trousers down my legs. “Jase,” I tried again, my fingers tugging at his hair, but he batted them away.

"No," he growled.

I wanted to fight him, but the heat of his hands and the jet of the water felt like it was slowly taking me apart, melting my resistance until there was nothing but the faintest memory of it left. He yanked my trousers down to my ankles then pulled them roughly from my feet, leaving me in my drenched cotton briefs. And then his mouth was there, sucking through the material as his stiff fingers edged my knees apart, and I shivered into his face as a guttural groan tore from deep within me.

His fingers slipped under the sodden material, his thumb brushing against my core and I shifted my hips so he could gain easy access.

My god, I wanted his tongue in places I'd never imagined he’d be.

And he didn't hold back. My knickers were down and his mouth buried on me, sucking, and pulling until my knees were quaking and I was dropping my weight onto his face as his fingers began to tease me wide open.

"Shit," I gasped, my mouth pooling with water from the shower, and my hand clutching his hair as he probed and licked until I was on the verge of senselessness. Turning his hand he rubbed the pad of his middle finger deep within me, caressing a spot that I never knew existed, and I cried a sobbing gulp as a shudder wracked through me, and I clenched my thighs tight around his head.

I'd just come over the Lancashire Lion's face.

I didn't think there was any coming back from that.

His hands ran up my stomach as my knees still shook with tremors. His thumbs pushed along the flat of my stomach digging in the space under my ribs, and his large hands spanned my waist. Lifting me from the tiled floor and dragging me towards his body, I could feel every inch of him. "I want you," his words were a low rumble disguised under the splash of falling water. "I want to own every single piece of you."

My legs which were unstable already, forgot they were supposed to hold me up and he caught me in his grasp as I stumbled. His mouth was on mine, the jets of the shower washing the taste of me off his lips as he teased me with his tongue.

I couldn't believe what I'd just done. My body shook with savage tremors as the after effects of my orgasm ran through my bones.

Running my hands through his hair, my fingers pulled at the damp strands before falling to his face, trailing over its curves, that even with my eyes closed I realised I knew just as well as I knew my own. I slid them down his chest, marvelling at the swell of his pecs. I ran my thumbs over his nipples, smiling into his lips as they hardened under my touch. They weren't the only thing that was hard. Against my stomach was a rock hard length of pulsating muscle. I wanted to feel it so bad, feel how firm and smooth it would be in my grasp, but as my hands ran down his stomach nearing their target, he caught hold of my wrists and lifted them clean above my head. Dipping his mouth, he pressed lips to my neck and shifted his grasp of my wrists into one of his large hands so that he could pull my wet T-shirt over my head. When it was removed and discarded onto the shower floor, he pinged my bra, and my breasts sprung free. Catching a nipple in his mouth, he sucked long and hard, and I arched away from the wall, pushing my naked body towards his.

When he lifted his head, a smile splayed across his mouth. His eyes, so intense, were melting and warm. "Do you trust me?" One of his hands still held mine above my head, but with his other he cupped my cheek and tilted my face to meet his.

For a moment I was lost for words, and he crushed his mouth into mine again. Hungry and demanding it was unrelenting, and I fought for breath as our teeth clashed. "Do you trust me," he demanded again.

I shivered despite the warmth of the water cascading over our skin. I knew that this moment would change everything. "Yes." I kissed him, fighting back at his hold, desperate to meet him as an equal. In one clean sweep, he lifted me from the floor. I clamped my legs around his waist as he strode us to the guest bedroom, droplets of water shimmering on the surfaces in our wake.

His fingers dug into the flesh of my back as he leant forward, holding me tightly while he whipped the duvet off the bed before lowering me onto the mattress. He stood before me, all his smooth, intricate muscles glistening with water; his cock standing fully to attention between his legs.

Holy mother of God.