Chapter 234: Bathroom tease r18

Chapter 244: Bathroom tease r18 My internal thought hit me like a slap.

The second the words formed in my brain, shame crashed over me so hard my face burned hotter than the workout had left it.

I wanted to crawl into the marble tiles and disappear.

He’d caught me. Of course he had. Those dark eyes flicked down to where my oversized t-shirt was doing nothing to hide the obvious tent in my shorts, then back up to my face. A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips.

I spun away so fast I nearly slipped on the damp floor. "Shut up." My hands fumbled with the shower controls, cranking the water on full blast. Steam billowed up immediately. "Stay on the other side of the bathroom. I mean it. I’m showering alone."

Before I could protest, his arms slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His cock, already half-hard from the gym teasing, pressed heavy and insistent against the curve of my ass. The heat of it burned through my shorts like it was branding me.

His mouth found the side of my neck, lips soft at first, then teeth grazing my skin as he nibbled my ear.

He kissed lower, sucking a mark just below my earlobe, and my knees buckled.

The water pounded down on us, soaking through my clothes in seconds. My resolve cracked like cheap glass.

His kisses turned filthy, open-mouthed and demanding, tongue tracing the shell of my ear before he bit down harder, just enough to make me gasp.

His mouth crashed into mine, tongue shoving past my lips in a kiss that tasted like sweat and control.

He broke the kiss only to drag his lips lower, down my throat, across my collarbone, tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking it hard.

He pulled me tighter against him, one hand dropping to grab my ass cheeks, spreading them shamelessly.

I was rock-hard now, leaking into my underwear, embarrassed by how slick and eager I already felt.

"I’m not—" The denial came out weak, breathy. My hips rolled back into his hand anyway, chasing the pressure.

The sting bloomed hot. Another spank, harder. Then a third, right where it made my cock twitch. "Admit it, Noah. You want to get wrecked. Say it."

"No. Maybe you’re the one who can’t keep his hands off me. You’re the one dragging me around like your personal fucktoy every chance you get. Maybe you’re the desperate one here."

That calm, controlled mask slipped into full Dom mode: jaw tight, shoulders squared, voice dropping to that dangerous, gravelly command that always made my stomach flip.

"You couldn’t stop staring at my dick in the mirror earlier. Practically drooling over it like a starving man. Maybe I should remind you exactly what it tastes like. Kneel."

My face was level with his cock now, fully hard, thick, veiny, and angry-looking, the head flushed dark and glistening under the water.

How many times had this exact cock rearranged my guts in the last few weeks?

Cassian wrapped a hand around the base, stroking once as he teased me with it.

"Open that smart mouth," he ordered.

"Suck."

God, he was huge, veins pulsing against my tongue as I worked him deeper, inch by inch.

He tasted like sin. Like power. I took more, gagging softly when he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t stop. My hands twitched up instinctively, wanting to stroke what I couldn’t fit.

I whimpered around him but obeyed, dropping my hands to my thighs. I worked harder, bobbing slow, tongue swirling the underside, spit already dripping down my chin mixed with shower water.

He watched me struggle for a moment, eyes hooded. Then: "You’re trying so hard, baby. Let me help you."

My eyes watered instantly, throat convulsing around the invasion. The stretch burned so good.

He didn’t let up. He fucked my throat in deep, steady strokes, using my mouth like a toy. Wet, filthy gagging sounds filled the shower.

I wanted him in my ass, my throat, everywhere at once.

Cassian’s pace quickened, hips snapping faster, breaths ragged. "Fuck—good boy. Taking it so deep. Gonna fill that throat."

I swallowed greedily, every drop, choking but desperate not to spill any. He held me there through the aftershocks, grinding shallowly until he was spent.

He smeared the mess across my bottom lip with his thumb, then leaned down and bit it, hard enough to sting, possessive. "Such a perfect little cocksucker," he praised, voice wrecked. "Swallowed every drop like you were made for it."

Cassian’s hand cupped my jaw again, tilting my face up. His eyes were dark, satisfied, but still hungry. "Now tell me, Noah. What do you really want?"

"I want you to fuck me."