In one swift motion, I had her back against the slippery tiles. In the next, I watched her unzip her jeans, revealing the white lace of her panties.
A growl left my lips and I instinctively thrusted into my hand. “You want to watch, Rosie. Then you can watch me up close,” I panted, my fist moving roughly over my pulsing length. “You want me to guide you, then slip those fingers inside of you, please. Please. Slip them before I do.”
She brought her hand inside her panties, obeying. And, oh, the moan that left her mouth brought me so close that I could feel myself dripping with pre-cum.
“Tease your clit, tease it like I would,” I urged her, barely recognizing my own voice, her hand and my hand moving urgently. “Ah, preciosa, just like that.”
The sound of our breathing overpowered the water falling on top of us, and I couldn’t stop myself from coming closer, I couldn’t stop my hand from rising to her neck, closing around her throat very gently.
“Is this okay?” I asked her, watching her face very closely. “Tell me if it isn’t.”
She gave a curt nod, as if incapable of more. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
Both our motions turned quicker, more desperate, our hips thrusting as if we were fucking each other and not our own hands.
“Lucas?” Her breath hitched. “I’m going to come, oh God. I—Lucas.”
I pressed my thighs against hers, tightened the pressure of my fingers around her throat only slightly, held myself back until she came. “Come, Rosie,” I growled, letting go of my cock and moving my hand over hers. “Just like I have been fantasizing since Halloween. Ride our fingers and come for me.”
She exploded with a loud moan, just like I wanted, and before my eyes, her eyelids fluttered and her whole body trembled. And when her hand became limp with the wave of pleasure rocking her, I took over, riding her out of the orgasm.
My forehead fell on hers, and I waited for her to open her eyes once again to resume my own strokes. She licked her parted lips as I thrusted into my hand, roughly, as roughly as I ever did, my spine tightening, everything coiling in down, bringing me to my limit. “This is what you do to me, Rosie.”
Her hands fell on my shoulders, moved to my pecs, her nails grazed my skin down my stomach.
I hissed a breath, fisting myself desperately, nothing but need left. “Can I come on you, Rosie, ángel, please?”
“Yes,” she breathed out. “Yes.”
Rosie lifted her shirt, forcing the rest of the buttons open, and I stroked my cock one more time before bursting. With a hoarse groan, I came on her smooth skin, squeezing until the last drop with my fist. Wishing I was inside of her. Wishing this would have lasted for hours, for days.
“Rosie,” I breathed out, bracing myself on the wall behind her head, feeling my dick still pulsing with release, watching the water wash my spent from her stomach. “Estoy a tus pies. A tus pies, preciosa.”
We stood under the stream, foreheads together and heaving chests for a long time, until eventually I turned the water off and picked her up in my arms without another word. My leg complained, and Rosie noticed, demanding to be put down, but I refused. I didn’t have much time left with her, and that made me reckless. That was probably why instead of letting go of her, instead of putting distance between us and talk about what had just happened, I placed her on the ground and stripped her of her wet clothes. I kissed her lips again. I helped her putting fresh clothes on. And then, I let her do the same to me.
Because time was working against me, now. Everything was. And perhaps, it had always been.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Rosie
“I barely brushed the curb. You’re making it look like I drove over a… squirrel or something.”
I chuckled.
“A squirrel? Really?” Lucas asked.
Lina shot him a look.
“It could happen.” Then, she lowered her voice to a whisper, eyeing Taco. “I didn’t want to use a p-u-p as an example, okay?”
Taco whimpered at my side, and the man I’d spent an outrageous amount of time checking out on our drive to my place muttered under his breath, “Whatever. I’m not covering for you with Aaron. I like him and I’m sure there’s some bro-code I’d be breaking.”
“Oh,” I added. “I’m not covering for you, either, sorry.”
Lina rolled her eyes. “Aaron knew what he was doing when he let me borrow his car. He’s the one who told me I shouldn’t be scared of New York traffic, smart-asses.”