Free Playing in SECRET (Corrigan & Co. Book 9) by Crystal Perkins Page B

I squirm in anticipation. There’s no way
he’s not going to use it on me—and in me—and I want it. Now.
    “Please,” I beg.
    He kisses two fingers,
and then they’re inside of me. The water hits me a moment later,
and the combined sensations inside of me makes me arch my back.
“That’s it. Take your pleasure.”
    His mouth descends on
my clit, and I start to go crazy. I can’t even describe what it
feels like, having his fingers and tongue playing with me while the
water overstimulates my most intimate place. He shifts the sprayer
and the water pulses onto my clit. His fingers and mouth never stop
as he takes turns with the water, back and forth until my eyes
practically roll back into my head.
    I hold on as long as
possible, actively participating because I can’t stay still. I’m
taking the pleasure he wanted me to, and it may just kill me. I just
need one more thing, and I give it to myself. I cup my breasts in my
hands and pinch both nipples. I don’t need the extra stimulation
this time, but I want it. I want all of me to feel what’s coming,
and I do.
    I shatter, coming
harder than I ever remember before. Everything goes dark for a
minute, and then I’m focusing on Blake as he crawls up me,
abandoning the shower head as he kisses his way up. I take his face
in my hands and claim his mouth. I can taste myself on his lips, and
it triggers an aftershock, making him buck against him.
    “I want to marry that
sprayer,” I tell him when I finally let him go.
    “It wasn’t acting
on its own, you know,” he says, looking affronted.
    “Oh believe me, I
know. Now, it’s my turn.”
    * * *
    Blake
    What I just did to
Audrey is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I
seriously had to hold myself back, because my body was ready to come
right along with hers. I don’t know how I’m going to top that,
but I’ll think of something. Later. Or tomorrow. Right now, I’m
about to get a blow job, and since I’ve been dreaming about having
her mouth on me for days, I need to focus.
    “Hmm, how am I going
to do this?”
    “However you want.
Whatever you want.”
    “Impatient for my
mouth?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    “I need you to lie on
the floor with your legs up on the bench.”
    I do as she asks, and
then watch as she lays flat on the bench, before hanging her head
over the side to take me in her mouth. Her hands wrap my legs around
her shoulders, and I cross my ankles over each other as directed.
Then her hands are moving over my balls, squeezing and stroking.
    She’s seriously deep
throating me and almost all of me fits between those full lips of
hers. She moves one hand down to stroke the part of me she’s not
taking care of with her mouth, and I’m just about done. A man can
only hold on for so long, especially when he’s watching himself be
sucked off. She meets my eyes, and smiles and that’s it. There’s
no slow build-up, or even a warning that I’m out of control. I just
come hard enough to make my back leave the floor, and give her
everything I’ve got.
    She swallows, and then
lets me go with a pop, and a smile. “I needed that.”
    “That makes two of
us,” I tell her as I pull her on top of me.
    I hold her in my arms
on the heated tiles of my shower, and say a prayer that I can keep
her. Really keep her. I’m completely ruined for every other woman
on Earth, and I hope she feels the same way about other men. Just the
thought of someone else touching her makes me want to punch
something.
    “We’ll make this
work. We have to.”
    “I want it to.”
    “There’s a ‘but’
in there, and I’m not doing ‘buts’ right now.”
    “You’re not doing
asses, either. Just throwing that out there.”
    “Not a problem, Dree.
I don’t need that.”
    “Good. And I wasn’t
going to say ‘but,’ I was just going to say that it won’t be
easy.”
    “I don’t need
‘easy.’ I just need you.”
    “Ditto.”
    “I think I can stand,
so let’s go back to the bed.”
    “You