I’ve just soaped up my face, my eyes scrunched against the soap, when I hear the soft whisper of an opening door. A moment later, a cool breath invades my steamy stall, cutting across my skin. Snapping open my eyes, I see the flawless tattooed perfection of Cullen’s bare frame. Ink-covered biceps and triceps glisten shamelessly with sweat, his wide pectorals and the defined ridges of his obliques more fitting for a sculpture than a man. My gaze dips to the V of muscle below his navel, where a trail of light-blond curls runs to his thick thighs…and other things.
The soap stings my eyes from staring for so long, and I thrust my head back under the spray. That was stupid of me, and it makes me pissy toward him. “Wait your turn.”
He doesn’t respond. He just closes the distance.
“Cullen—” Blinking through the water, I find myself trapped in his gaze, my body zinging awake to his clean, spicy scent. Despite the steam, my mouth dries, my breath catching as my pulse picks up speed as I crane my neck to look up at him.
Instead of speaking, Cullen lowers his face, licking at the collection of droplets covering my naked shoulders. The lap of his tongue along my skin sends jolts of need through me, my sex clenching hungrily before my thoughts can catch up to reality.
Pushing me backward until my knees bump into the bench here in the stall, he envelopes me in his arms, protecting my back and shoulder blades as he sits me down hard onto the smooth, high tile seat. Cullen’s green eyes, the same ones that barely acknowledged my existence for the whole morning, now flash with a possessiveness that sends arousal and indignation through my blood in equal, furious measure.
“Who do you think you—” I start to protest, but his mouth takes mine before I can finish.
I taste toothpaste and heat and everything that is Cullen Hunt. Feebly, I try again to push him away, only to feel my whole core flame with desire as he turns the kiss hard in retaliation. The demanding, unyielding intensity of the connection becomes some wild, living thing that drives away my better reason.
Dropping his hand beneath my thighs, Cullen reaches up from below and impertinently grazes the inside of my sex. Bringing out his hand, now thickly coated in my betraying glistening wetness, Cullen lets out a predatory growl.
I forget to demand answers as to why he’s in here. Forget the objections that have been swirling on an endless loop through my mind these past days. Forget any rebuff or argument I know I’ll fool neither one of us with.
Whatever magic Cullen Hunt has over my body, it’s started, and I can’t stop the ride. Don’t want to.
With me seated on the high bench, Cullen fills all of my vision as he looms over me, his calloused hands sliding across my wet stomach and rib cage to fondle my breasts. Teasing my nipples into hard points, Cullen pinches them just to the edge of pain that has me writhing against him, the moisture dripping from my core having nothing to do with the spewing showerhead.
An uncontainable moan rises through me, only Cullen’s suckling on my tongue keeping the sound from carrying across the entire gym.
The guys. Shit. Pulling my face away from Cullen’s, I glance frantically at the locker room door. The women’s locker room door.
“Mmm,” he says, the devious self-satisfaction on his face flickering through the steam. “Better keep your voice down if you don’t want them to hear.”
Smirking, I reach over to cup his balls in my hand, the thick sac heavy against my hand, the shaft already hard and pulsing. Gripping my wrist, Cullen pulls me away from his vulnerable cock and—grabbing my other wrist into his same palm for good measure—pins my hands above my head. The position exposes my breasts, and I gasp as Cullen crouches before me. His mouth descends to my jaw, my neck, nipping and licking his way down my collarbone and cleavage until it’s my erect nipple that is fully in his mouth, pulling it inside even farther.
As Cullen draws the flat of his tongue across the sensitive tip, I feel jolts of need shoot from my aching breasts all the way down to my sex. My hips buck, my hands pulling at the restraint that has no give. Somehow, that wrenches the heat inside me another notch and it’s all I can do to stay quiet as Cullen switches his attention to my other breast, the tip of his tongue outlining it in perfect pant-inducing circles.
Lowering my hands, he places each on his muscled shoulders and grips my chin between his thumb and index finger. “Keep your hands here.” The warning in his raspy tone vibrates deliciously along my nerves. “Or else I’ll make use of mine all over that gorgeous ass.”
I glower at him, my sex pulsing with need so badly that I can’t think straight. Raising a warning brow at me, Cullen trails his thumb down my rib cage and navel, halting just where my panty line normally sits. He caresses me back and forth in horizontal strokes, so, so close to where I want him. Need him. And yet not deigning to actually go there.
My toes curl, my hands digging into his shoulders.
“Cullen,” I warn him.
He sends me a devious quirk of his lips and backs away.
I release an indignant noise at his retreat, but the man doesn’t go far. Instead, his palms skid to my inner thighs right above my knees. Without any subtlety at all, he shoves them wide open and dips his head between them.
I cry out, no longer caring about staying quiet, as he lets his forceful tongue loose all over my folds. It’s a good thing my ass is planted on the high shower bench, or I might slide right down to the floor.
“Quiet,” Cullen orders, punctuating the command with a tiny bite on the inside of my thigh that nearly has me coming right then and there. My hips buck so intensely that Cullen’s grip on my thighs tightens into immobile iron bands, his overpowering strength demanding that I endure every moment of his teasing.
I whimper as his long vertical licks become faster and faster, and just as my pleasure starts to zoom upward, he enters me with two fingers. My channel clamps around him in approval, my nails digging into his shoulders mercilessly as my need ratchets up and up and up toward the inevitable climax.
I realize that he’s stopped licking only when I feel his lips close tightly over my swollen clit. Tightening his hold on me, Cullen gives one quick nibble before sucking with so much pressure that it almost hurts. But then, the edge of pain morphs to blazing pleasure, my orgasm driving me up and up before plummeting me into a mind-blowing abyss.
Again. And again. The shock waves of pleasure rake through me, Cullen extracting each new wave with the plunge of his finger inside me until my core is cinching down and pulsating. As I slump breathless against the cool tiles, Cullen backs out into the locker room, leaving me aching at his departure.
Fortunately, he’s not gone for long. When Cullen steps back in a moment later, he already has a condom out of its packaging and is rolling it up his substantial length. Gripping my hips, Cullen lifts me to my feet and props me against the wall of the shower stall. Guiding one of my heavy legs around his waist, the man plunges inside me in one swift motion. Even through the still lingering haze of my climax, I feel myself stretching, widening to accommodate the great length of him inside me.
With Cullen’s mouth beside my ear, I hear his breathing accelerate into an almost desperate huff. He judders forward into me, thrusting and advancing with powerful strokes that send shock waves of rising pleasure through me.
Again. Again. Again.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.