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“Mmm, yes, alpha.” I loved the sound of that. My dick did too. It twitched in my loose grip and a bead of moisture bubbled from the tip.
“Mmm, indeed.” Arrow kissed down my neck, over my chest, and then stopped at my cock. His tongue swept across the tip before he sucked me all the way down his throat and then pulled off. “New plan. I’m gonna suck you off first, then you can ride my cock, and then we’ll get cleaned up. Deal?”
“Mmm hmm.” I flexed my ass muscles so my pelvis bounced in his direction. “Do that. Now.”
He chuckled before sucking me all the way into his mouth again. Damn, he was good at that.
I tried to reach for my balls, but I suddenly had zero coordination and couldn’t focus on anything but breathing in oxygen and the amazing warmth coating my cock with the perfect amount of suction to make me lose my mind. “I’m gonna…”
The suction around me increased, and Arrow made some kind of humming sound that vibrated straight to my balls, causing them to tighten up until my whole body released.
“Fuck, Arrow.” I emptied down his throat as my tense muscles relaxed and I was slouched against the tile wall. Even after I came, there were still aftershocks shooting through me, so I held his head in place. “Don’t stop yet. It’s still good.”
He smiled around my cock, nursing it by rubbing his tongue along the underside until it became too sensitive.
Then I shoved his head back, giggling. “Okay, enough. That tickles.”
He kneeled on the floor in front of me and kissed me again, slowly sharing the flavor of me from his mouth before he nipped at the side of my lip. “Did that help take the edge off?”
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “In the front. Now I need it in the back.”
Arrow laughed out loud and pulled me against his chest in a hug. “Is that so?”
“Well, yeah. I have needs, you know.” I reached down and grabbed his erection. “And you do too.”
He inhaled deeply as I stroked him a few times and then kissed my earlobe. “Are you sure you’ll be comfortable? Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
“No way.” Non-shower sex was too messy now that I wasn’t allowed to change sheets or do laundry by myself. “If you hold me in your lap, that’ll be good for me.”
“If you say so.”
Then I raised an eyebrow, realizing that might be asking too much. “Unless I’m too heavy now. I can try to lean over on the bench.”
“Hell no. You don’t weigh anything.” As if to prove how ridiculous I was being, he stood up with me cradled in his arms and lifted me almost to the ceiling. “I’ve been training to carry thousands of pounds for almost twenty-four hours straight. Trust me when I say you are like a bag of feathers.”
“Okay, then, Mr. Muscles.” I grinned and just shook my head. “Assume the position.”
He sat on the bench and carefully positioned me on his lap with my back to his chest. “Is this good?”
I slid my slick ass over his length and reached for my hardening cock. “So good.”
And then he lifted me high enough to align himself with my opening and slowly lowered me onto him. This was one of my favorite ways to make love. Slowly moving on and off his length, mostly because he lifted me up and down, while we were surrounded by warm water and steam.
If we had started with this position, we could have stayed there for an hour, just lazily moving with each other. But Arrow was close to coming as soon as he breached my hole, and I had another load ready to release within just a few minutes of riding him.
Without words or instructions, my alpha moved me at the perfect rhythm to coax out his climax. And when his knot grew inside me, locking in his hot seed so it couldn’t drip out, mine sprayed up onto my chest before being washed away by the water.
After several long minutes, I craned my neck around to kiss Arrow’s cheek. “Welcome home, honey. What do you want for dinner?”
SEVENTEEN
ARROW
When my alarm went off on Christmas Eve, my arm immediately shot out to turn it off, not wanting to wake up Jude. But I had a very long day ahead of me, and I couldn’t linger for more than a few extra minutes.
It was the first time since joining the sleigh team that I wasn’t excited for Christmas. Well, that wasn’t true. I was very excited for Christmas. But leaving Jude so close to his delivery date felt like an impossible ask.
I just didn’t want to go.
