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.Doyle startled as the shower door suddenly opened.Sal.Standing there shrugging the gown off her shoulders, naked in front of him like he knew she would be underneath the black satin.Fuck.There went his cock again.“Sal,” he warned, his heart hammering again, electricity humming through the large veins in his neck, his belly, his groin, innervating every cell with a jittery excitement.“No.Not doing this.”Sal stepped inside the cubicle.“No,” he repeated.She stepped closer; he took a step back, his butt landing against freezing cold tiles.The spray from the shower washed onto the left side of her neck and ran down that half of her body.She didn’t flinch at the cold, although her nipples did scrunch into tight, hard berries.Water droplets flicked into her hair.She placed her hand on his chest and his skin leaped at her touch.“No.”“It isn’t sex,” she said, droplets on her mouth now, her tongue swiping them off, “I promise.It’s just a little…” She dropped to her knees and spray wet her hair, ran over her breasts, and clung to her eyelashes as she looked up at him, her mouth inches from the tight, hard drum of his cock.Doyle’s worry about premature ejaculation suddenly seemed quite founded.“…just a little release.”He looked down at her, his body thrumming with need.“Jesus, Sal.”She sank back on her haunches and blinked up at him, wet and wanton and sexy as hell.“I’ll leave if that’s what you want.”Doyle could feel his resistance crumbling.He knew he should tell her to leave—send her on her way.But she looked so damned good on her knees, her intentions clear, he struggled to remember why he was holding out in the first place when he already knew how good that mouth felt clamped around his cock.He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, him backed up against the tiles, her below him watching, waiting, water dripping off them, pooling in her lap.But after a while she rose on her knees again and reached for his cock.He gasped at the firm, sure way she handled him, grabbing him right around the middle.“I owe you one anyway, remember?” she said, her lips so very close.Doyle was about to tell her she didn’t.He’d already told her there was no quid pro quo in sexual favors, but he didn’t even get the first word out.Clearly impatient waiting for his permission, she took things into her own hands and slid her hot, wet mouth on him.Doyle’s groan was torn from the deepest part of him.He grabbed the wall beside him for support as she almost brought him to his knees.“Fuck,” he gasped as her tongue swirled around and around his head, her hand holding him captive, stroking gently up and down, her other hand cupping his balls.“Fuck,” he muttered again, his head falling back, his eyes rolling back as she dropped her hand and took him right to the back of her throat before easing off then taking him again, taking as much of him as she could before easing off all the way back to his head, swirling her tongue around it, then plunging down the length of him again.Doyle’s pulse was erratic and he could barely breathe as he surrendered himself to the pleasure, forgetting about the whys and the wherefores and letting her mouth take him where he so desperately wanted to go.He’d yielded to her will from the second she’d grabbed his cock—there seemed little point in denying himself the outcome he so craved.And to see her like this, pleasuring him with her mouth, was a magnificent sight.Her head bobbing back and forth, back and forth, not stopping, not relenting to change tack, just sucking hard and hot, her hands cupping, kneading, squeezing his balls in perfect rhythm.The fibers in his belly and his buttocks tightened with every wet slide of her mouth, and Doyle knew it wouldn’t be long before she pushed him over the edge with the relentless drive of her lips.The first ripple hit seconds later, his quads tightening even as they trembled at the effort to hold himself upright against the onslaught of such intense gathering pleasure.One ripple became two.Two became three until suddenly they were hitting him faster.Harder.Doyle flung his head back against the tiles.“Jesus, Sal, you’re making me come,” he groaned, pumping his hips now in time to her movements, unable to stop as the pressure inside his balls suddenly released and he came with an intense ferocity that consumed him, turned him inside out, took him apart.And she didn’t let go; she stayed with him, her mouth continuing its relentless bob, milking him right to the end till he was spent and limp and barely able to hold himself up.He was still recovering, his heart still thumping crazily at all his pulse points, his head back against the tiles, his eyes closed when she stood a minute later.He opened his eyes.Her hair was drenched, water ran all over her, her mouth was red and plump from her ministrations, and he wanted to kiss her there very badly.If only he could move.She didn’t say a thing, just opened the shower door and stepped out.“Sal.”She turned to look at him, but he had no idea what to say.Her hair dripped and water still beaded and ran in rivulets down her body.Her nipples were tight and hard.She looked like a water nymph.She smiled at him.“I’m going to be in my bedroom,” she said.“Masturbating.”Doyle groaned and shut his eyes at the image, knowing once he recovered he was so going to want him some of that
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