Free Trained for Seduction by Mia Downing

surgery—and another long one along his thigh. “What happened here?”
    “I fell off a fucking roof in Afghanistan. That’s my honorable discharge—a plate and screws in my femur when I broke it. I needed knee surgery anyway, so they sent me home.”
    “Does it hurt still?”
    “Not as much as my cock hurts right now,” he said, his breathing ragged. He shifted and water sprayed her in the face.
    “Ack,” she shrieked, and covered her face. He stepped back and blocked the warm flow. “Just don’t drown me under the spray.”
    “I’ll try not to.”
    She uncovered her face and put her hands back on his hips. Chase placed his hands against the wall and leaned in, his biceps flexing, his abs tight, almost too tight. She ran a hand over his stomach, and he flinched. “You okay?”
    “You’re killing me, but it’s a sweet death,” he said through his teeth.
    “But I haven’t even…” She looked at his straining cock and then back up at him. She wanted to reciprocate the pleasure he’d given her orally, but maybe men didn’t handle that well. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
    “Don’t do this to me, not after you offered. If I’m going to die a sweet death, let me experience what your mouth has to offer first.”
    “But—”
    “Suck me, love.”
    She shuddered, loving it when he used that voice, the same one that had allowed her to come the night before. She would kill to hear that voice.
    Kate leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, sliding into the small slit. He didn’t taste like very much, just clean, a hint of soap. She took just the head into her mouth, running her tongue around the ridge.
    He tensed, as if it were possible to go more rigid than steel. Concerned, she let his cock pop free. “You sure you’re okay?”
    “Jesus, Kate, please, use your mouth for something other than finding out if I’m okay.” She’d never heard him sound so raw, so ragged before.
    “If I don’t have enough experience—”
    “Love, if you only knew how close I was to coming, just from that one taste, you’d run from the shower. Believe it or not, your lack of experience makes this even better.”
    “But—”
    “I do have it under control. I won’t come. Someday, you’ll understand sweet torture, I promise you. I’ll show you all you want. But I’m begging here. Suck me.”
    His plea made her brave. Bold. She opened her mouth and drew his cock in then pulled away, sucking the length. She repeated the motion, sucking harder, letting her bottom teeth scrape the length of his shaft. This time she tasted a bead of wetness on her tongue, salty, musky, and all male.
    He moaned, and she looked up. His hands were fisted as he leaned his forearms on the shower wall, his eyes closed, and his lips moved, reciting something.
    “What are you saying?” She pumped him with her hand.
    “Stats.”
    “Why?”
    He groaned and pounded his fist once on the tile. “Do you want me to come in your mouth or not?”
    “No?” She didn’t know if she wanted that, or not, but he didn’t make it sound like a pleasant experience. “No.”
    “Then, please. I need to concentrate.” He leaned his forehead against his arm and panted like he’d run five more miles. He was so tense, every muscle engaged as the warm water sluiced down his back. He couldn’t be having a good time. Could he?
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    “No! Suck me.”
    She returned to his cock, feeling very naughty as she finally believed how close she had him. All on her own. Oh, she had control all right. The idea of holding this much control over him made her pussy spasm, her nerve endings hum.
    She took him in, sliding him as deeply as she could until she could feel the head touch the back of her throat. She cupped his balls and squeezed, then sucked as she pushed his hips away, her lips firm, her tongue sliding on the underside of his cock, enjoying the feel if his skin, the ripple of veins.
    “I can’t take