Page 44 of How to Kill Your Rival

She scrubs me roughly until the water runs clear, each swipe of her hands making me harder.

Pressing my hand against the tiled wall, I watch as she lowers to her knees, my cock straining between us.

‘I should be thorough,’ she says, licking water drops from her lips. ‘I’ve not been able to think about this since seeing your monster in the loch.’

‘Yes, you should.’ My voice is gravelly as she reaches up to run her soapy hands along my length. Fucking sweet heavens, it’s a wonder I don’t come on the spot.

Eliza is on her knees.

For me.

The Eliza Hamilton. Who I’ve wanted for years.

I wait for someone to break through the door and tell me it’s all an elaborate trick.

There’s something about seeing her there, eyeing my dick like it’s the answer to her prayers, that has me desperate in seconds.

She keeps running her hands over me until my knees grow weak and the soap is gone. It’s like she daren’t go any further; something is holding her back. I think back to the forest, and how she relented when I finally took control. Swallowing, I go shit or bust with it.

‘Open up, Sweetheart.’

Lust lids her eyes and, for once, she doesn’t object to the pet name.

The second those lips encompass my girth, I’m in heaven. The shower steam wraps around us, mingling with my heated breath. I run my fingers through her wet hair, gasping as she sucks me deep into her throat.

‘Fucking hell, Eliza,’ I moan, my fingers digging into the tiles.

When she whimpers, the vibrations travel along my cock, and I nearly come on the spot.

‘Please,’ I gasp, pulling myself free of her. ‘I want to be inside you.’

She shakes her head and sucks me right back into her hot little mouth.

‘Fuckkk,’ I whimper against the tiles. After so long, it’s all too much. ‘I’m not going to last.’

Sitting back on her feet, she frees her mouth.

‘I don’t care. Fuck my mouth, James.’

Kicking her legs open, I position one shin against her wet pussy. ‘If you stop grinding, I’m going to stop fucking your pretty face. Understood?’

She shimmies forward and rubs herself against my leg, and it’s the most salacious thing I’ve ever seen. You couldn’t have told me I’d ever see such a sight.

I press my dick into her mouth, watching my piercing rub over her tongue before disappearing. My girth stretches her lips wide, but she digs her nails into my arse and pulls me tighter to her.

Sweet gods.

Feeding my hands into her wet hair, I thrust deep, moaning as she wriggles against my leg. It takes every ounce of concentration not to come with each stroke in her hot mouth. I haven’t been near another woman for years, waiting for Eliza. Waiting for this very moment.

Her breath comes in short puffs from her nose, her hips arching faster as she chases her orgasm. Eyelashes fluttering, she finds it, and I thrust deep, holding her mouth over my dick until I shoot hot ropes down her throat while she comes against my shin.

The way she whimpers over my pulsating cock has me mesmerised until she eventually pulls back.

By the time we are out of the bathroom and dried off, my ice queen has returned. It’s all brusque efficiency.

My clothes are still in her washing machine, which means I’ve had to borrow some of Eliza’s.

She’s towel-drying her hair when I reluctantly come out of the bedroom.