Bouncing Back (Wilde's Book 10)

by L. A. Witt

  Samir swore softly, the sound almost disappearing in the rush of the shower, and he arched into me as his nails dragged up my back. His cock was rock hard, pressing against mine just right to drive me insane, and the memory of taking him last night made me shiver. He was big, but he also knew just how to move—the right angle, the right speed, the right mind-bending rhythm—to make my brain go haywire.

  Moaning again, he squeezed my ass and pulled us even closer together. “God, I want to fuck you.”

  The next moan was mine. Some guys—especially the ones I always seemed to hook up with—weren’t into all that much anal, but I was quickly getting the impression Samir loved it as much as I did.

  I shivered, rubbing my dick over his. “Yeah. I want… I want…”

  He tugged my hair back, and when I lifted my head, he kissed me, forcing my lips apart with his tongue and pulling the breath right out of me. This aggressive side of him weakened my knees. He was almost timid most of the time, but once he was naked and hard, a whole other side of him came out, and I loved it.

  “Fuck me,” I breathed between kisses. “God, Samir.”

  He squirmed against me, wet skin rubbing wet skin. “We should go back in the bedroom.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “Right here. I can’t wait.”

  His lips curved into a delicious and devilish grin. “Good thing we came prepared, isn’t it?”

  He’d had the foresight to bring a condom and some lube into the shower with us. Just in case, he’d said. I hadn’t argued then, and I sure as hell wasn’t arguing now.

  He grabbed the condom off the soap dish and tore the wrapper. “Turn around.”

  Didn’t have to tell me twice.

  I turned around and braced myself with my hands on the tile wall, then widened my stance as much as the bathtub allowed. The air was cool like this, the hot water falling just short of me now, but I didn’t care. In a minute, I’d have Samir’s body up against me, and that would more than make up the difference.

  I held my breath, listening for the telltale click of the lube bottle.

  Instead, Samir’s knee cracked quietly, and I had a split second to realize he’d knelt behind me before he pushed my ass cheeks apart. His tongue lapped across my hole.

  “Oh fuck.”

  He did it again, then probed gently and circled with the tip. My knees threatened to buckle, but I braced harder against the wall and willed my legs to stay under me as Samir relentlessly tongued me. Jesus, but he was good at that. And judging by the way he groaned now and then, it turned him on as much as it did me. If he was that turned on, he must have been painfully hard, and I couldn’t imagine how he could resist doing something about it. Specifically, pushing that perfect cock into me and fucking me until he came.

  I closed my eyes and shuddered, aroused beyond words at the anticipation of his dick and at feel of him rimming me like there was nothing else in the world he wanted to do. I couldn’t even decide if I wanted him to keep doing that or if I wanted him in me. I wanted both. God, yeah. But I could only have one at a time. And…fuck, that was a tough choice.

  His hand slid between my legs and cupped my balls. Teased them. Stroked my dick from behind, letting his wrist rub my balls in the process.

  “Oh Jesus, Samir,” I whimpered. “That feels amazing.”

  Another groan vibrated against that crazy sensitive skin. His hand kept going, his tongue kept going, and I kept going right out of my ever-loving mind. I rocked my hips, fucking his hand and riding his tongue, and I held my breath just to stay in control, just to hold my orgasm at bay. I wanted him to fuck me—needed him to fuck me—and couldn’t let this be over yet.

  Abruptly, he stopped, and suddenly nothing was touching my ass except cool air. I bit my lip and leaned back, searching for something—anything—to stimulate me. Tongue, fingers, dick—anything.

  His knee creaked again. Then the lube bottle clicked. I bit my lip, squeezing my eyes shut, and forced myself to be patient. Just a few more seconds. Just a few more. I could handle this. Just—

  “Ungh.” The slick, blunt pressure of his cock made my hips buck forward.

  Samir laughed a wicked little laugh, and wrapped his arm around me. “Jumpy?”

  “Just…” I shivered as he teased my hole. “Want you. Now. Please.”

  He groaned softly and kissed the side of my neck. “It’s very mutual, believe me.” As if for emphasis, he pressed again, and I pushed back, and as he slid inside me, we both exhaled. Soft moans drowned out the shower as Samir worked his cock deeper. Thick as he was, he couldn’t just force himself inside. I wasn’t sure he would’ve anyway—he was aggressive, but not rough, and I liked it. I loved how he took his sweet time, letting me yield to him as he eased himself in.

  “Ooh,” he purred. “You feel so…” He trailed off into a moan, pushing himself all the way in until his hips pressed against my ass. For a moment, he didn’t move. He kissed the back of my neck and just stayed like that, buried inside me.

  I could have let the moment go on for half the night, but my body was too restless. Too eager for him to move across all those hypersensitive nerve endings. So I rocked my hips, encouraging him to do the same, and he took the hint. Hands on my hips, he took long, smooth strokes, pulling almost all the way out each time before sliding all the way back in. I was so used to guys who’d pound me hard; this was completely new. I liked it hard, but this was ridiculous. Long after I’d relaxed enough to accommodate him, he kept it slow and steady, kept taking forever to slide the head over his cock over my prostate, to fill me up, to pull out again. Just like he’d done the first time. It was frustrating but also hot. Like the rough, hard sex I was used to, but in perfectly slow motion.

  My own cock desperately needed some attention, so I braced one forearm against the shower wall and reached down to stroke myself. As soon as I closed my fingers around it, Samir grunted softly, and I realized I’d tensed, clenching around him.

  “Oh yeah,” he murmured in my ear. “Holy fuck, you’re so tight.”

  I responded with some sound that hopefully conveyed how amazing he felt. I couldn’t form words anymore, and I wasn’t so sure I had the vocabulary to tell him how good this was. How close I was. How every stroke he took sent me impossibly higher.

  “Mmm.” He shuddered, turning a stroke into almost a thrust. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Oh God.” His rhythm sped up, and though he wasn’t riding me nearly as hard as I was used to, his slow and steady pace from earlier made this feel like he was pounding me for all he was worth.

  My eyes rolled back and my knees shook and my balls tightened and Samir just kept fucking me deep and fast and perfect and—

  I heard my own voice echoing in the tiny bathroom, and came so hard I almost collapsed. Behind me, Samir cried out too, and he buried himself to the hilt and jerked his hips like he could still get a little deeper.

  I stilled. Then he did.

  Everything was quiet except the water rushing behind us and his hard, heavy breathing just below my ear.

  After a moment, he pulled out, and I turned around. We stepped back under the water, which was still nice and hot but almost tepid compared to Samir’s skin. And his kiss. Fuck. It felt like days since we’d kissed, not just the few minutes that he’d been rimming and riding me from behind.

  He met my gaze, and a sleepy, sated grin pulled at his slightly swollen lips. “I think I’m gonna pass out as soon as we get into bed.”

  “You and me both.” I kissed him lightly. “Assuming I can walk that far.”

  He laughed. “I’m sure I can get you the rest of the way there. If not, I’ll tie you to Shouka and let her pull you.”

  I snorted. “Really? You’re going to let your dog drag me into the bedroom?”

  He shrugged. “Well, I can’t just leave you lying on the floor.”

  “Fair point.”

  Turned out I could walk. My legs were shaky as hell, and my hips ached, but after drying off in his bathr
oom, I made it to the bedroom and his bed. He joined me, and not two seconds later, so did the menagerie.

  Samir chuckled as one of the cats—I still couldn’t quite tell them apart—flopped down on two-thirds of the pillow that I’d assumed I’d be using.

  “Sorry about them,” he said. “They’re not terribly considerate when it comes to taking up space.”

  “Eh.” I carefully maneuvered my feet under the covers without kicking the other cat or the dog. “I guess I’ll just have to sleep closer to you.”

  He smiled. “I can live with that.”

  I kissed him, then cuddled up close to him. Partly so the animals could have the space they were apparently taking one way or the other.

  But mostly because I wanted to.

  ~*~

  Oh, that feels good.

  That’s amazing.

  How does he—

  Wait, what?

  I opened my eyes. The sun was up, and no, I was not dreaming—Samir’s head bobbed up and down over my crotch. He was obviously in no hurry to get me off, either. His lips and tongue teased up and down my cock, turning me on but not sending me over the edge. And I was vaguely aware that we’d been fooling around. I’d been in and out, semi-sure I was dreaming, but God, I was awake now.

  “Oh yeah.” I gently rested a hand on the back of his head. “That’s perfect.”

  He responded with a low moan that thrummed across my skin, and I shivered. Even when he added his hand to the mix, sliding it up and down the shaft in time with the bobbing of his head, he was still in no rush. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a long, lazy blowjob—I’d sure as hell never woken up to one—and it was unreal.

  I pushed myself up on my elbow and watched him. Wow, wasn’t that a sight, especially when his eyes flicked up and met mine through his long lashes. His eyes were still sleepy but full of that glint they always got when he was turned on. Oh, and he probably was turned on, wasn’t he? Cock hard and not getting any attention at all?

  I licked my lips. “Maybe you should…turn so I can do the same for you?” Some early morning sixty-nine sounded absolutely spectacular right then.

  Samir gave the head of my cock another slow lick, and looked up at me with a grin. “You can return the favor after I get you off.”

  Then he was back at it, and he meant business this time. His hand tightened and twisted a little, and his lips and tongue were merciless on the head. I gripped the sheets and fell back to the pillow as he drove me closer and closer, and all the while I murmured encouragement until I couldn’t enunciate anymore. I’d never had an orgasm come on so slowly before, but this one was like everything that happened in bed with Samir—the tension building like slow motion and my vision clouding and—

  There.

  Despite the slow build, my orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere, and I came in Samir’s mouth as he continued to stroke and lick until I couldn’t take any more.

  He looked up at me and grinned. “Morning.”

  “Morning to you too. Get up here.”

  He didn’t hesitate. Straddling my chest, he cradled the back of my head and pushed his cock between my lips. Fuck, I could get addicted to this—aggressive and demanding without being rough? Yes. So much yes.

  He subtly moved his hips, sliding in and out of my mouth, and I squeezed his ass to encourage him. Taking the hint, he rocked faster, pushing that thick cock all the way to the back of my throat, just shy of my well-trained gag reflex.

  “Jesus,” he murmured. “Just like that. Oh, God. Just like that.”

  I cupped his balls with my other hand and trailed my fingertips back and forth across the soft skin. From the way he groaned and his hips faltered, he liked it, so I did it again. And again. He moved with a little more force now, his rhythm getting faster and less steady as his cock seemed to get even thicker in my mouth. The subtle salt of pre-cum made my heart pound.

  Come, Samir. Give me all of it.

  With a shudder and a low, throaty moan, he did exactly that, and I eagerly swallowed every drop.

  He sat back a little, breathing hard, and then dropped onto the sheets beside me. “That’s a damn good way to start the morning.”

  “I agree.” I leaned over to kiss his cheek. No point in inflicting morning breath on each other.

  He settled on the pillows, hands behind his head, and turned toward me. Jesus, but he was beautiful, especially with the extra scruff darkening his jaw.

  And now that I thought about it, how was he so confident in bed when he’d been knocked around so much? I’d been with men who were traumatized before, and usually that came out in spades in the bedroom. But it didn’t with Samir. Even when he was rattled after his ex had just been in his face, he… Hell, he was insatiable.

  “Something wrong?” he asked.

  Shit. How long had I been spacing out?

  “Uh.” I cleared my throat. “Just thinking. I guess I’m kind of surprised you’re so confident in bed.”

  His eyebrow arched. “Shouldn’t I be?”

  “Crap. I just realized how that came out. And yes, you absolutely should be. What I mean is, after everything you’ve been through.”

  Samir scowled but then shrugged. “I was kind of lucky in that respect.”

  “How do you figure?”

  “Jesse was never violent in the bedroom. We…” He blushed a little, and sighed. “We actually had a decent sex life in the beginning. Later, when stuff started getting really bad elsewhere, he’d just withhold sex whenever he wanted to punish me. Pretty much make me beg for it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. He figured out early on that I really, really like sex. So if I pissed him off for something or another, he’d cold-shoulder me. The last few months, he barely touched me at all.” He met my gaze, and a shy smile formed. “Which might be why I want so much of it now.”

  “Because you’ve been starved of it.”

  He ran the backs of his fingers down my chest. “I’ve been starved of any kind of physical contact that wasn’t… Well, you know.” The shudder filled in the blanks, as if I hadn’t put the pieces together already. Avoiding my gaze, he added, “I might flinch if someone moves suddenly or raises their voice, but if I see a green light for sex or affection or anything like that? And I don’t have a reason to think he’ll hurt me? I’m in.” His lips quirked. “I hope that doesn’t sound like I’m using you.”

  “No, it doesn’t.” I touched Samir’s face, and he pressed against my hand. “And for the record, the more I hear about him, the more I want to throttle him.”

  “You and me both,” he whispered. “The longer I’m away from him, the more I realize how stupid it was to stay with him.”

  “I can’t imagine anyone would blame you.” I leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his lips. As I settled back on the pillow, I added, “There are a couple of guys at Wilde’s who’ve been through it. I know Liam and one other go to support groups. If you want me to get the information, just say so.”

  Some color bloomed in his cheeks. “I’ll think about it.” The silence almost turned awkward, but then he said, “You know, since I bailed on coffee yesterday, maybe I could make it up to you today.” He smiled shyly. “There’s a coffee shop a few blocks from here that’s amazing.”

  “I like the sound of that.” I paused. “And I just realized I left my overnight bag in the car last night. Shit.”

  He chuckled, and some uneasiness crept into his expression. “Well, we did get a little, uh, distracted when you got here.”

  “Yeah we did.”

  “If you give me your keys, I’ll get dressed and get it for you.”

  “Perfect. Thanks.”

  ~*~

  After I’d dressed, shaved, and brushed my teeth, I joined Samir in the kitchen where he was wrangling two yowling cats while he tried to open a can.

  “Jeez, Samir.” I smirked. “Don’t you ever feed these poor creatures?”

  He glared at me, then rolled his eyes as he n
udged away the big cat. “I know, I’m such a dick. I starve and mistreat them.” He gave a melodramatic sigh as he started portioning the food into dishes. “Would you—Mehrang, seriously. Back off for a second.”

  I laughed. “You do have your hands full.”

  “No shit.” He ducked behind the counter to put the dishes down, and the cat jumped off the counter onto Samir’s back before dropping to the floor. Samir didn’t comment, so I assumed this was a regular occurrence. “All right, holy terrors. Eat so you have the energy to destroy the place while we’re off getting coffee.”

  “I don’t know. Seems like you’ve pretty well cat-proofed the place.”

  “Yeah.” He snorted. “But there’s no such thing as Bengal-proofing.” He opened a drawer, took out his keys, and tucked them into his pocket. “By the way, do you mind if Shouka goes with us?”

  “No, that’s fine. They allow dogs?”

  “In the patio seating, yeah.” He glanced out the window. “Seems like a nice day, so if you’re game for sitting outside…” He turned back to me, eyebrows up.

  “Sure. Sounds great.”

  Samir smiled. Then he opened another drawer and took out a leash. It barely jingled, but in an instant, the dog came thundering down the hall. She skidded around the corner into the kitchen, nearly crashed into one of the cats, and sent a food dish careening into the wall. The cat flattened his ears and hissed but quickly followed the dish to where it had landed and continued eating like nothing had happened.

  I laughed. “Never a dull moment in this house, eh?” As soon as I said it, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. “Uh. I mean. Sorry. I—”

  “It’s okay.” Samir smiled. “I know what you meant.” Our eyes met, and the moment threatened to get awkward, but the dog bouncing around at our feet pulled our focus away. “All right, all right. Hold still so I can put it on.” She held still—sort of—and he clipped the leash to her collar. Once he had a hold on the line, he nodded toward the front door. “Shall we?”