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“You didn’t think I’d fuck you smelling like another man did you?” His low voice in my ear takes me by surprise. “Wash.”
I stumble into the huge walk-in shower and turn on the dial. Hot water instantly pours down on me from the huge rainforest showerhead set in the ceiling. I close my eyes, tilt back my head and let it spill over me, washing away the traces of salt and sand and sweat and blood. A moment later, soothing classical music begins to pour from the built in speakers.
I open my eyes as Baxter joins me, the bandage removed from his thigh, a new blade in his hand. The heat from the shower has opened up the wound and it’s slowly seeping again.
“You’re going to bleed everywhere,” I warn him.
“Good.” He kisses me and presses the small dagger into my hand. “Do it again.”
I don’t even know why his demanding plea gets me hot, but I drag the blade lightly along his skin while we make out in the shower.
“Tease,” he murmurs. “I liked that thing you did with my nipple.”
“Sucking it?” My brow wrinkles in confusion.
“Sucking, biting, licking, flicking...it got me wondering if it just felt good because of the ring of metal through it, or if it feels good normally too.” I open my mouth to reply but he cuts me off. “Let’s see, shall we?”
His head descends to my nipple and the second his teeth – his freaking teeth! – clamp around it, my knees buckle. His heated gaze and scorching smirk don’t help matters.
“Oh, shut up,” I mutter.
He doesn't let up though, alternating between both breasts, sucking and biting on my nipples until my fists are clenched and my knuckles have turned white where I’m gripping the knife so hard. I’m panting, my legs like jelly, and I’m ready for more. “Baxter—”
“Fuck. Say it again.” He grins at me wickedly.
“What?”
“My name.”
“Baxter?”
“No not like that.”
“Like what then?”
“The way you say it when I do this.” He bites me again and I cry out his name. “Yeah like that. It’s fucking heaven.”
Suddenly the soothing track fades and is replaced by the loud, brash, opening bars of ‘Something in Your Mouth’. Baxter jerks away with a curse.
“What the fuck is this?!” he growls.
“It’s Nickleback. Surely you know that, it’s your playlist isn’t it?”
“No. This is not something I’d listen to.” He frowns, cocking his head to one side as he listens to the lyrics. I laugh.
“Well, I like it.”
“You do?”
“I do.” I pull him towards me and kiss him, scraping the blade against his bicep with a little more force than before. His dick jumps to attention, knocking into my thigh and I smile against his lips. Using my free hand, I wrap it around the base of his cock and slowly work him up and down in time to our kiss.
The song soon changes to ‘Believer’ by Imagine Dragons and Baxter breaks away with a growl once again.
“Shh, listen. You’ll like this one,” I tell him.
Before he can protest or stop me, I push him back against the tiles and drop to my knees. The brunt of the water hits my arched back as I take him between my lips and work him with my hand. He hisses out a breath and when I look up at him through my lashes, he’s watching me intently. I maintain eye contact and take him a little deeper, the weeping wound on his thigh filling my head with the scent of blood.
Inpatient fingers tangle in my hair and I prepare myself to be yanked to my feet, but he surprises me by pushing me deeper, which really puts a strain on my jaw. He hits the back of my mouth. I cough.
