Chapter 195 195

Chapter 195 195
Lorien POV
My back arched when it touched the cold shower glass, a sharp gasp escaping me. Auren pulled me away from it instantly, tapping my right thigh a silent signal to set my feet on the ground. I obeyed without hesitation, stepping into the shower and straight beneath the steaming water. Heat cascaded over my skin as he fought with the rest of his clothes, fingers shaking with impatience.
I didn’t need the warmth my whole body was already burning for him but after that freezing truck ride, the hot water was heaven.
“Look at you,” Auren breathed, finally naked and standing in the doorway, his gaze roaming every inch of me as the water slipped through my hair and down my spine.
“Then touch me,” I challenged, voice barely steady.
He stepped inside at once, closing the glass behind us with one hand while the other slid slowly along his hard length, pumping himself as he watched me.
“It’s been too long,” he murmured.
I let out a soft laugh. “We literally had sex the other night.”
“Not enough,” he growled.
I kissed him once soft, teasing and then sank to my knees.
His curse fell out in a rough whisper. “Fuck, Lorien.”
He stared down at me, his hand still wrapped tightly at the base of his cock. I leaned forward and gave his tip a slow lick. His grip tightened, knuckles whitening, and my stomach fluttered at the sight.
The mark he’d put on my neck pulsed with warmth, a constant reminder that I was his and while I couldn’t mark him back, I wanted him to feel just as claimed.
“Tell me how you like it,” I whispered, placing my hand over his.
“Everything you do feels good,” he groaned, though the second he let go, his hand wrapped around mine, guiding the pace slow, tight strokes. I memorized the pressure he liked, the way he gritted his teeth when I squeezed a little harder.
But the ache between my legs was unbearable, and I needed more.
I licked his tip again, then took him into my mouth, sucking gently. His breath hitched, and his hand slid into my hair not forcing, not controlling, just holding me there, letting me move the way I wanted. I traced my tongue down the underside of him, over the ridge, back to the head, tasting salt and heat.
When I pulled back to stroke him with my hand, the water splashed against his shoulder and sprayed down on my face. I leaned in closer, using his body as a shield while I kissed the base of his length open-mouthed, wet and dragged my tongue slowly up the side, stopping every few inches to kiss him again.
The sounds he made deep, guttural, helpless sent a rush of heat straight through me. As his pre-cum touched my tongue, my free hand drifted down, unable to stay still any longer. I slipped my fingers between my legs, circling my clit as I sucked him deeper into my mouth.
“You like this, baby?” he asked, voice rough and uneven, his hips beginning to move in slow, controlled thrusts.
“Mhm,” I hummed around him, desperate to take him farther.
“Are you touching yourself?”
I kept him in my mouth and looked up, blinking water from my lashes as I nodded. He let out a sound that was almost a moan, almost a growl, sliding a hand through his wet hair as his head tilted back. His jaw hung slack, lips parted, eyes heavy with need.
“Are you imagining those fingers are my cock fucking you?” he asked, finally looking down at me again.
My breath trembled. I rubbed harder, faster circles against my clit, then pushed two fingers inside myself, moaning around him as I nodded again.