Rock Hard And Wet (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Nymphs Of New York) (5 page)

She laughed and gave him a sexy grin.
“Hand me the shampoo.”

The bottle sat on a ledge behind her and
to the right. He got close enough to touch, but made sure to hold himself stiff
and away from her. If she wanted to play a game, he’d oblige her.

Until blue balls completely overrode his
sense.

He attempted to hand the bottle to her,
but she spun in place. “Will you help me? It’s hard to wash hair this long on
your own.”

Wet, the locks extended all the way to
the middle of her ass. He bit back a growl and dumped a bunch of it on her head
in frustration. Callie’s shoulders shook, but she remained still. Little brat
was laughing at him.

The only way to get a job done was to do
it.

He lathered her hair from top to bottom,
making sure to torture her as much as she did him. Some of her hair went over
her shoulder and breasts, so as he washed it, he also thumbed her nipples and
cupped her. The very ends of the strands trailed over the front of her pussy,
so he dipped his finger tips into her slit and circled her clit.

A full body shudder moved over her, and
she rocked on her heels.

He withdrew his hand and gave her a
little push toward the shower spray. The nymph wanted to torment him, but that
didn’t mean he couldn’t do it back. “Okay, all done.”

She shot a look of frustration and
challenge over her shoulder and stood under the spray fully, until the last of
the shampoo rinsed away to reveal her natural color.

“Damn. Callie, your hair is
extraordinary.” Every color of water he’d ever glimpsed streaked through her
hair. As she moved, it resembled waves of the ocean, sometimes glinting with
highlights like white caps. “Petra was right to have you dye it.”

“Yeah? Well you know what this means.”
She gathered it all to one side and twisted it into a rope. “We’re going to
have to stay here and have sex for the next few days, because now I can’t
leave.”

He chuckled. “It’s a terrible fate.”

“The worst.”

The game hadn’t ended for him. He spied
the conditioner and plastered her to his side with one arm while retrieving the
bottle with the other. “Proper hair care includes moisturizing. Let me put some
conditioner in it for you.”

The press of her breasts to his chest
and her pussy so close to his dick was going to give him a heart attack.

She hissed and wriggled her belly over
the line of his shaft. “How about while you do that, I make some adjustments
down here. I think that you’ve been neglecting your cock, and I have the
perfect therapy for it.”

“Oh, really? How does one neglect their
cock?” He squirted a large glop of the stuff into his hand and smoothed it over
as much of her hair as he could while only using one hand. The difficulty of
controlling her grew as she manipulated her torso to drive him crazy.

“Well, they need plenty of exercise.
Strength training, one might call it.”

Something tugged at his balls, then
massaged its way over his ass to tease his opening. He jerked and choked at
first, then settled as pleasure spread through him. The sensation of pressure
and probing at his puckered hole was new, but not unpleasant. In fact, it felt
good. The glide of her wet, supple skin combined with her manipulation of the
water tormented him. Her pussy was close enough to his cock that he could slide
between her lips with a tiny dip of his knees.

The pressure and glide of liquid at his ass
and testicles pulsed in a jetted stream, and he groaned. The water never
breached him, only teased and tormented him with a sensation similar to a
licking tongue.

“You… Are you doing that?” He reached
the end of her hair and spread her cheeks with two fingers, letting one bump
over her in much the way she did to him. She went to tip toe, dragged her sex
across his, settled back down, and bit his ear.

“Yes.” Theo released his control over
her torso and buried both hands in the hair at the back of her head.

“Control over water, remember?”

The massage on his balls wound up around
his dick and squeezed. “Fuck. How do you do that?”

“Practice.” She wrapped one leg around
his hips and claimed his mouth. Their tongues entwined, and he broke away with
a gasp when the tingling heat of orgasm tightened his balls.

He jerked away from her mouth and plunged
his fingers into her pussy hard and fast. More water flowed over his back, massaged
his muscles and the masses of scar tissue at his shoulders.

He breached her ass with the tip of his
finger and thrust it in and out a few times. “Do you like this?”

“Yes.”

Their lips connected in a fierce kiss.

He guided her back into the shower spray
to rinse her hair, hurrying through the task. The slick, warm water recreated
the sensation of hungry mouths and tongues and drove him toward the brink.
“You’d better stop if you don’t want me to come. Between your body plastered to
my dick, and what you’re doing with the water, I’m going to burst.” He licked
the column of her neck and turned the shower off. “And I want to come inside
you.”

The gold of her irises swirled and she snaked
her tongue out to taste his mouth. “Okay.”

Callie clamped her palms down on his
shoulders and jumped up, trusting him to catch her as she wrapped her legs
around his waist. The head of his erection teased her opening, and he moved her
hips forward and back so that it slid through her honey.

“Ahh…you’re so hot and wet.”

The hard muscles of his abdomen ground
against her inner thighs. Theo looked like a carved statue, the male perfection
of his form incredible. Since he’d removed his shirt to reveal the body beneath
the cloth, she’d had a hard time focusing on anything but the ridges of muscle
and the fine white lines of scar tissue criss crossing him.

The sweet caring nature he’d hidden
beneath the gruff, grumpy demeanor surprised her. She knew that part of it was
an act to cover a deep well of hurt, but she also believed that this was the
real Theo behind the mask he’d presented earlier. The tough as nails grotesque existed,
but it wasn’t his true face.

The desire to know what his people,
Booker in particular had done, burned through her, but there was no way in hell
she’d ask him now. For one thing, he was the sexiest man she’d gotten naked in years.

And for another…it warmed a place inside
her long gone cold when he looked at her with those grey swirls in his eyes and
the low toned purr escaping his chest that he kept trying to smother. Even when
his irises flared red with anger or irritation, Theo’s presence sent her girl
parts into sit up and beg mode.

The tight muscles in her chest loosened
when he walked them into his bedroom and went to his knees next to the
mattress. The bare white walls and single plain dresser spoke of a man who
didn’t plan on staying—or had just moved in.

She didn’t have long to ruminate on his
décor, before he kissed his way from her jaw to her lips and didn’t stop
working his way in and out of her mouth with his tongue until she broke away to
breathe. The chilled air in the room raised goose bumps on her body when it
collided with the wet line he left behind as he made his way to her nipples.

She gripped him by the back of the head.
The soft strands of his hair slid through her fingers. Callie arched her back
to shove her breasts closer to his mouth. He stayed there, working first one,
then the other, until she thrummed her feet on the floor in frustration.

A swirl of his tongue in her belly
button, then a lick across the top of her mons, and he sat on his heels. “Callie.”
One callused finger dipped into her pussy, and then smeared her cream around
her clit. “Do you like oral sex?”

“Oh, god, yes.” She picked her ass up
off the bed, chasing the finger he withdrew.

“Good. Because I’m going to eat you
until you beg for mercy. Until you can’t move your legs and you can’t remember
your name.” He teased her once more with the roving digit. “Until I’m imprinted
in your flesh and bones. Until long years from now, in the night, you think of
me and no other lover.”

“When?” She peered down her body at him,
rose to her elbows, and writhed. Gods, the words this man used. The expression
of absolute seriousness on his face. “Please say now.”

A wicked smile stretched his lips into a
grin and he licked his upper lip. Two fingers sank into her tight channel and a
third teased her ass. He curled his fingers forward and rocked them in and out,
hard, while gradually working his other finger inside to the middle knuckle. A
hot puff of air blew over her clit in a long stream, and he licked first one
lip, then the other.

“Fuck. I hate you.”

“Aww, that’s not very nice.” The silken
glide of his tongue circled her nub, flicked it once, twice, and then danced
away as he continued to finger-fuck her.

“Theo—”

He closed his lips over her clit and
sucked, nibbled, and released her. “It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to
taste a female’s cream. I want to savor it.”

Her back arched, and she bucked her
hips, helpless to control the movement as he tormented her with his fingers,
plundering every hole while his mouth consumed her folds. The pleasure
coalesced and spread through her, sparking points of light behind her eyelids.

The orgasm burst from her, and she
yelled, banging the back of her ankle on the bed rail and digging her nails
into the sheets.

Theo lapped at her clit a few more
times, chuckling when she jerked away and rolled onto her side to escape. Sweat
prickled the backs of her knees and in her elbow joints.

“I’m not done with you yet.” The gruff
timbre of his voice crept through the haze clouding her thoughts. The sheets
gathered beneath her lower back as he towed her across the bed.

The flat of his tongue slid over her
again in a slow glide. He skirted her clit and returned to the bottom. She
gasped and fisted the covers. Strong fingers burrowed into her waist. His hands
curled around her lower back to hold her in place.

The torment continued as he thrust his
tongue inside her, and then licked up to her hood. She held her breath, almost
afraid. He touched her with only the tip, a light brush of flesh before skirting
away again.

Over and over, he flicked her pleasure
center until she rocked her hips from side to side and cursed him. In response,
he pinched her nipples and sucked hard on her clit. She dug her heels in and
raised her groin closer to him, offered her body with mindless abandon, the
drive to orgasm encompassing her.

“Please Theo. Please, please, please…”

He kissed each thigh and spread her lips
with his thumbs. Their gazes connected down the line of her body, and he lapped
at her. The low purr she’d heard before thrummed through her clit and she came,
hard and fast, the roar of her blood rushing through her ears. When he released
her, her thighs plopped together in a boneless heap.

The edge of the mattress dipped, and he
coaxed her thighs apart. “Come here, Callie.” The roughness to his voice sent
tingles racing through her veins. His face swam into view, and she smiled,
lazy, stupid, relaxed but for the over sensitized throb of her clit.

She twined her arms around his neck and
hauled him in close for a kiss, tasted herself on his lips. He’d made good on
his promise and made her come so hard she couldn’t move. But any nymph worth
her salt water recovered from orgasm in a jiff. No way a male would be fucking
some rag doll of a female, unable to participate in the fun.

The steel-hard head of his cock probed
her pussy and she grasped him, pumped him from base to tip. A drop of pre-cum
oozed from the slit, and she smeared it over the head with her thumb. The
muscles in his arms trembled on either side of her face.

“Hang on. I don’t want to come yet.”
Deep lines creased his forehead as he held himself poised at her entrance.

“Are you that close?” She cupped his
balls and rolled them in her palm.

He stilled her hand. “Yes.”

“Lie down.” She shoved at his shoulder
until he dropped to the bed. “Do you want me to suck your cock, or should I
just ride you?”

He groaned. “Ride me.”

The words weren’t even out of his mouth
before she straddled him and poised herself above his dick. As she lowered
herself onto him, they both gasped, the friction almost too much. Callie
started slow, enjoying the stretch and tug as her muscles accommodated him and
the half broken words he uttered. She cupped her breasts, squeezing and rolling
her nipples while he watched. The shock of pain and pleasure spread. Her inner
walls rippled around his thick cock, and she reveled in the torture of altering
the pace. She wanted to ride him forever.

He dug his fingers into her hips, raising
and lowering her over his shaft, bucking his hips into her as she came down.

“God, you feel good.” She slipped her
fingers into his mouth and he bit them, laving them with his tongue. He
released the digits and she used them on her clit.

The thrusts hit her harder, faster,
until he rolled them over in one quick move that tangled her legs in the sheets
and he slid out of her pussy.

“Damn it. Stupid useless things.” Theo
ripped the covers, removing them from her legs, and she did her best to
suppress her laughter. He chuckled too, and gathered her close for a kiss. She
skimmed her hands over his lower back and he held her left breast in one
massive palm. The heat of his mouth and tongue on her aching flesh sent flares
of pleasure through her to pool in her belly. He retreated and propped her legs
over his arms. When he thrust into her, she closed her eyes. The angle changed
with the new position, and her muscles clamped around his dick as he shoved his
way inside.

“Ah…damn.” Sheathed all the way, he
stopped and held still for a moment.

She’d die if he didn’t move. “Please
fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”

“Callie—” He licked his lips, opened his
mouth to speak, and stopped.

“What?” The pressure of his cock filling
her burned, fed a hunger she didn’t think would ever be sated. A hunger for
him.

Oh crap.

He stared at her, their bodies joined
together, grey streaks swirling across his irises, and a bone deep grief
evident in the lines of his face. “Nothing.”

He canted back and plunged in and out
with a roll to his hips that stimulated her clit with his pelvic bone.

This time when orgasm took her, she
thought she’d surely pass out. Nymph or not.

He paused, hips molded to her body, and
his cum shot into her.

Their heaving chests collided, the hard
planes of his muscles and her soft breasts a counterpoint to each other. She
ran her fingers through his hair. He turned his face to kiss her palm. The low
light caught on the shiny, white scar tissue dotting his features. Instead of
detracting from the bold, masculine beauty, the imperfections enhanced them.

He rolled to the side and gathered her
to his chest. She allowed herself the luxury of snuggling into his warmth and
dipped her nose to the blanket he tugged up and over them.

“You ripped the crap out of them.” She nuzzled
into his pectoral muscle and licked his nipple out of sheer naughtiness.

He shied away. “They pissed me off.” He
did a half sit up and rummaged around until she was mostly covered, then lay
back down.

“I guess so.” A yawn stretched her
mouth. “Did my skirt piss you off too?”

“Absolutely.” The beat of his heart in
her ear soothed Callie. “I think you should stay naked for the next few days so
I don’t rip anything else.”

“Okay.” Sleep beckoned and she closed
her eyes. The rumbling purr she’d heard earlier that he’d tried to suppress
came back again, and she smiled. “I like that sound.”

Theo didn’t reply. He squeezed her in
his arms once more, brushed a kiss onto the top of her head, and tangled her
legs in his before she drifted to sleep.