Unmasked (Revealed #1) (21 page)

This thought had me grinning broadly as I ran, but the next second the door to the gym surged open so suddenly that it bounced off the wall with a thunderous crash, causing me to yelp in shock and stumble. Bloody hell! I’d nearly fallen off the sodding treadmill. Stabilising my wobbly legs I managed to continue my run, but watched in the mirror and saw Sean burst in, his eyes frantically flickering all over the place before they settled on me and softened in apparent relief.

‘There you are,’ he exhaled, long and low, and bent forwards onto his knees briefly as if recovering from some horrific shock. But to be honest,
I
was the one recovering from a horrific shock – the banging of the door had nearly made me pee myself in terror, and I was completely amazed that I was still managing to run. What the heck was wrong with him?

Standing up again, he appeared to make a visible effort to regain control of himself, as he loosened off his shoulders with a roll and came to the side of my treadmill where I could look at the beauty of the real Sean, and not the reflection in the mirror. Staring at me for a few seconds he blinked, and then sighed. ‘I woke up and you were gone.’

Right. OK. That was pretty weird. Seeing as we were still snowed in I couldn’t see exactly what he was panicked about, but clearly from the strained expression on his face he was, so I tried to think of a suitable reply.

‘Usually on Christmas Day we go for a long walk in the afternoon,’ I began, slipping my words in between my quickened breathing. ‘But seeing how thick the snow was, I thought I’d go for a run. You were sleeping, so I didn’t want to disturb you.’

Nodding slowly, Sean digested my words, then glanced at the read-out on my machine and startled me by reaching over and pressing the red stop button. Before the roller had even come to a standstill he was scooping my shrieking body up into his arms so my legs were wrapped around his waist with his hands under my bum to support my weight. ‘Run’s over. I need to be inside you.’

What? He sounded almost agitated, but the passion with which he seemed to crave me had me instantly melting into his arms and looping my hands behind his neck. Stuff the treadmill, sex with Sean would be much more fun.

Striding from the room he began to trot up the few stairs towards the bedrooms, all the while supporting my body as if I weighed nothing. ‘I can walk, you know,’ I informed him on a quiet giggle, relaxing my head onto his shoulder and giving in to his caveman demonstration.

‘I know you can. But I want to do it,’ he replied, using the same phrase as he had when I’d told him I was perfectly capable of washing my privates after sex. So this carrying must be another of his ways to take care of me then, and a further example of his regret for treating me so badly.

I was actually becoming rather fond of Sean’s slightly controlling, caring ways. It was definitely something I was going to miss terribly when all of this came to an end.

My wayward, sad thoughts were stopped when Sean made it to his bedroom and approached the bed, making me tense and squeak in his arms. ‘At least let me grab a quick shower first,’ I yelped, mortified that he would be peeling off my clothes any minute now and discover the sweat-laden body beneath. I’d run for over half an hour – there was definite rinsing required.

‘Fussy woman,’ Sean tutted irritably, but did eventually divert his path by taking us into the en-suite and, to my surprise, walked us both straight into the shower area before finally placing me down on my own two feet.

‘Is this the newest statement in running gear?’ he asked in amusement as he stepped back and checked out my outfit. Giggling, I looked down at myself and burst out into a full belly laugh. ‘No, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances.’

‘You should approach Nike, I’m sure they’d like this design,’ he added on a smirk, before nodding and beginning to undo my belt, humming to himself as he did so, apparently simply happy to have me here. ‘Once again, may I say just how fucking sexy you look in my shirt,’ he murmured as he tossed my belt aside and dropped to his knees to remove my knickers, trainers, and socks. Clearly I wasn’t going to be allowed to shower on my own then. But that was fine; as long as I could rinse away the sweat before he started anything naughty, I’d feel fine about it all.

‘Arms up, gorgeous girl,’ he whispered, dropping a hot, open mouthed kiss on my temple. Obeying him immediately, I raised my arms as he peeled the T-shirt up my body until my head popped free, but instead of removing it fully from my arms, he chuckled a low, dark laugh and reached up to loop the head hole over the protruding shower head.

What the hell? I was now stood damp with sweat, dressed in only my bra, with my arms tangled in the T-shirt and stretched above my head. Tugging them, I found I was well and truly trapped, an outcome that had Sean standing back and looking mighty pleased with himself.

‘Be still, my gorgeous girl, or I’ll make you explain the broken shower to my plumber if you pull it from the wall,’ he whispered. To my surprise, he looked and sounded completely serious, so his threat stopped me instantly, and I stilled and looked at his mischievous face. I couldn’t believe him. Well, I sort of could. I mean, it was Sean, and he’d proven himself to be a bit kinky already, but still, tying me to the shower?

Collecting all of my clothes, Sean stepped out of the large shower cubicle, placed them on a chair, and swiftly undressed himself. As he pulled off his jeans I saw he was predictably hard, the image of me trussed up in his shower apparently rather a turn on.

‘I’ve changed my mind about being inside of you. I think I want a taste of your body instead …’ he murmured as he stepped back towards me and flicked a glance down towards my groin.

Oh God. He couldn’t seriously want to go down there after I’d run for thirty minutes and not showered! We barely knew each other! I really wasn’t at that level of intimacy yet. I wasn’t sure I would ever be at
that
level of intimacy. ‘But I’m all sweaty! I need to wash!’ I whined desperately, pinning my legs together as firmly as I could.

Sliding a hand though my hair, Sean gripped softly and slammed his lips down onto mine in a brutal kiss, his tongue instantly sending me to orbit with its skilled twists and turns as his other hand lowered to my bra. He didn’t even bother to undo it, just yanked both cups down until my breasts popped free, my nipples already hard and seeking his touch.

God, his wild behaviour was such a turn on that I could feel my core start to convulse. ‘I’m aware of that, and, quite frankly …’ he whispered against my lips, before leaning down and licking one sweaty nipple with a full, flat tongued swipe, ‘… I don’t give a fuck.’ Shifting to my other breast he repeated the same move, before groaning in pleasure and running a swipe up the valley at the centre of my breasts. ‘You taste fucking fantastic.’

Well, when he put it like that, who needs a shower? The way he spoke and practically worshipped me with his hands and mouth, allowed my self-consciousness to fully slip away and be replaced by an almost frantic coiling at my core, my channel clenching and desperate to be filled.

I didn’t care about the sweat any more. What sweat? All I wanted was him, desperately.

Dropping to his knees, Sean gripped my thighs and spread them so wide that I nearly lost my footing on the slippery tiles. Then he bent my left leg and looped it over his shoulder before lunging forwards and immediately pulling my clit into his mouth. A distorted cry left my lips and I jerked so hard from the surprise that my back hit the shower control behind me, causing the jets to spring to life above us. Yelping in shock at the cool water pouring over me, I quickly calmed again as Sean glanced up and grinned, his hair now plastered to his face from the spray and his eyes twinkling happily.

‘I’m that good, huh?’ he asked in amusement, before getting back to his task and exploring me with his tongue. Arrogant bugger. But I couldn’t really say anything, because he really
was
that good.

The water began to warm up and my head rolled back under the spray as his mouth continued to lick, suck, and nibble on my quivering flesh, his tongue disappearing inside me on several occasions and making me jerk in surprise every time. ‘Are you sore from all our activities?’ he asked softly, his tongue still lashing at my clitoris while two of his fingers began to gently explore.

‘A little,’ I admitted, but not sore enough that I couldn’t go again.

‘We’ll just stick to two or three fingers then,’ he conceded, pressing one long digit right up inside me as he spoke, curling it so it immediately zeroed in on my G-spot. It was heavenly and my eyes fluttered shut only to snap open again as my mind went back to his words …
we’ll just stick to two or three fingers
… how many would he have used if I’d said I wasn’t sore? Four? His entire hand? There was no way I would fit that in, his hands were like spades. Thank goodness I’d told the truth.

I felt his second finger enter me and he began circling the two digits in a delicious rhythm that he accompanied with licks and flicks of his tongue. Soon I was levering myself on my one standing leg so I could increase the speed and pressure of his thrusts against me. I was close.
Really
close. It wouldn’t take too much more to send me over the edge.

‘Can you take another?’ he asked gruffly from between my legs. He wanted to put another finger in. He’d managed three once before, but it had been a bit of a tight squeeze.

I swallowed hard. To be honest, I had no idea if I could take another. I was hugely turned on, and the two thick fingers already inside me were certainly moving with enough ease. ‘Um, I have no idea,’ I replied honestly. ‘You can try if you’d like.’

‘Oh, I would very much like to,’ he muttered thickly before beginning to press with a third finger. It took him a bit of manoeuvring and pushing, but then I heard Sean give a hiss of appreciation and I suddenly felt my body give as his fingers slid inside. My eyes rolled shut at the sensation of fullness and I let out a low, lusty moan. I was full, but not sore, so that was just fine by me.

‘Christ, Allie, you look amazing like this. God, you’re close too, I can feel every spasm of your muscles.’ His voice was the grittiest I’d ever heard it, but he was right, I was close. I was so turned on I was ready to light up like a Christmas tree. All I needed was just a touch on my clitoris and I’d be a goner. As if reading my mind, Sean’s mouth lowered towards me again, and as his three fingers continued their smooth, knowing thrusts in and out of my body, his tongue laved across my clit in a stoke so firm and perfect that I exploded instantly, my body jerking wildly and clenching at the intruding fingers as if trying to suck them into me forever. My orgasm seemed to go on and on, as Sean sucked on my swollen clit and worked me down in ever slower strokes until I was sagging forwards and desperate for support.

Holy shit. Talk about intense.

Ever so slowly, he pulled his fingers from within me, my body immediately feeling the loss of him as he lifted his hand to his mouth and made a show of licking them clean, digit by digit, his eyes never leaving mine. I watched in fascination, but nearly laughed at his unnecessary actions; we were in a shower after all – he could easily have rinsed them off under the water.

‘Mmm. Tasty.’ He pushed himself to stand with a wicked glint in his eye and finally set about removing my hands from above my head. The T-shirt fell to the shower floor with a wet splat and then as my arms dropped, Sean began rubbing some life back into them.

Wedging himself forwards, he pressed me against the wall again, his hips and erection pressing into my belly to support my weight as he continued to stroke my arms. ‘Don’t ever be embarrassed in front of me again. You hear me? I like you however you come – sweaty, dirty, or freshly showered, I don’t care. You need to understand that.’

Oh. OK. I swallowed as if I had just been chastised by a teacher, and obediently nodded my head.

‘Can you stand on your own now?’ he asked, which sounded like a stupid question, but was actually incredibly valid because just seconds ago I had been in a near state of post-orgasmic collapse.

‘I can,’ I confirmed with a small, shy smile, which he returned before reaching for a bottle of shower gel.

‘Let’s get you cleaned up,’ he murmured, before he began humming happily to himself as he dispensed some gel into his hand and began gently soaping me up. I had been about to inform him, yet again, that I was more than capable of looking after myself, but upon seeing the completely relaxed, happy, and content smile on Sean’s face, I didn’t. If taking care of me made him look that peaceful, then who was I to intervene?

As well as washing my body, I was once again treated to a full shampoo and rinse, the conditioner coming into play again as my hair rejoiced in just how well it was being treated today. I really felt well and truly worshipped.

Coming to stand before me again, Sean smiled down at me. ‘All done.’ He placed a soft kiss on my forehead as I tried to get hold of the shower gel to return the favour, but a thought occurred to me.

‘Why didn’t you take me?’ I asked curiously. In the gym he’d said he needed to be inside me, which I’d assumed meant his cock. The monster hard-on he’d had throughout our shower was still squashed up between us now, so clearly he was keen.

‘I was going to, but I was worried you’d be sore, and I know that I can get a little carried away so I thought it safest to stick to my mouth and hands. Besides, I love exploring you. I can’t get enough of you, Allie.’ There he went again, saying things that made my heart soar but my brain worried. I needed to be very,
very
sensible when it came to Sean, and not allow myself to get too carried away with the things he said. He was a passionate man, and clearly had no issues expressing himself where it came to sex, but that was a long way from wanting to commit to me outside of the bedroom, and I’d do well to remember that.

Distracting myself from dwelling on the negatives, I instead reached down between us and slid my hand around his throbbing erection, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Sean as his eyes instantly dilated with desire. My quest for the shower gel was now forgotten as I set my mind on an altogether different task. Closing my fingers a little tighter, I felt his cock jerk in my palm as Sean let out a groan and flopped his head onto my shoulder.