Chapter 63: Getting Clean **
She stayed on her knees, sitting back on her heels, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and messy hair. Her lips were shiny, swollen, a little string of spit still connecting her to the head of his cock for half a second before it broke.
Ryan watched, chest still heaving, as she opened her mouth wide. Tongue out flat, showing him – clean. Not a single drop left. She’d swallowed every bit like it was hers to keep.
He let out a low, satisfied breath, thumb brushing her bottom lip.
"Fuck, Sophie," he said, voice rough and warm. "Come here."
She listened. Climbing unto his lap and sitting as he breath through the aftermath.
Sophie stayed in his lap for a long minute after, forehead pressed to his shoulder, breathing slow and warm against his neck.
The music was still playing low from the speakers, that deep, dirty bass wrapping around the quiet apartment like it knew exactly what kind of morning this had turned into.
Ryan’s hand ran up and down her back, slow, feeling the way her top was still twisted from earlier, the damp spot on her trousers pressing against his thigh.
She was wrecked – hair messy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed dark – but he could feel the tension still humming through her. She hadn’t come yet.
Not once. And those tight black trousers were soaked through now, not just from the tease on the counter but from how worked up she’d gotten sucking him dry.
"You’re still shaking," he murmured against her hair, voice rough from the orgasm she’d pulled out of him.
Sophie let out a soft, frustrated little laugh. "Yeah, well. Somebody left me on the counter like that." She shifted in his lap, grinding once, slow, like she couldn’t help it. "I’m fucking dying here, Ryan."
He grinned, squeezed her ass with both hands. "Good. I’m just getting started myself."
She pulled back enough to look at him, eyes dark and needy. "Then I’ll be in your care, boss."
Ryan didn’t answer with words. He just stood up, lifting her with him like she weighed nothing.
Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, arms around his neck, and he carried her toward the bathroom, her heels still on, trousers still clinging to her thighs.
The apartment felt warmer now, the morning light slanting through the windows, but the second they stepped into the bathroom the air changed – cool tile under his bare feet, the faint smell of his soap still lingering from earlier.
He set her down on the edge of the sink, right in front of the big mirror, and reached past her to turn on the shower.
The water hissed on hard, loud, filling the room with that rushing sound almost instantly.
Steam started rising fast, fogging the mirror at the edges, turning the whole space into something hazy and private. Sophie watched him the whole time, biting her lip, hands resting on his chest like she didn’t want to let go even for a second.
"Gonna clean you up," he said, voice low, peeling her top off first.
It came off easy, but the trousers were another story. They were damp and tight, stuck to her skin from how wet she was.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged, slow, watching the fabric peel down her thighs inch by inch.
She lifted her hips to help, breathing shaky, and when he finally got them off – along with the soaked scrap of her panties – he could see how wrecked she really was. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, thighs shiny with it.
"Fuck, look at you," he said, running one hand up the inside of her thigh, thumb brushing just beside where she needed him most. "You’re dripping all over my bathroom floor."
Sophie shivered, spreading her legs wider on the sink edge. "Ryan... please."
He kissed her once, hard, then pulled her off the sink and walked her backward into the shower. The water hit them both at once – hot, pounding, soaking her hair instantly so it stuck to her shoulders and back.
Steam billowed around them, thick and white, making everything feel closer, more intense. The tile was cool against her front when he turned her around, pressing her palms flat to the wall.
"Stay just like that," he told her, voice rough over the rush of the water.
He grabbed the soap, lathered it up between his hands until it was all slick and foamy, then started on her shoulders.
Slow circles, thumbs digging into the muscle there, working down her back while the water rinsed the suds away almost as fast as he made them.
Sophie moaned softly, arching into his touch. He soaped her waist, the flare of her hips, then lower – palming her ass, spreading her cheeks just enough to tease before sliding one soapy hand between her legs from behind.
Two fingers slipped inside her easy, slick from the soap and how wet she already was. She gasped, pushing back onto his hand, the water cascading over her back and making everything glisten.
"Feel good?" he asked, curling his fingers just right.
"Yes – fuck – Ryan, more – "
He added a third finger, stretching her, pumping slow and deep while his other hand soaped her tits, pinching her nipples until they were hard and slippery.
The shower made everything louder – the slap of wet skin, her little moans echoing off the tile, the constant rush of water hitting the floor.
Steam filled the stall so thick he could barely see the door anymore. It felt like the whole world had shrunk down to just this: hot water, slick bodies, her ass pressing back against him every time he thrust his fingers deeper.
When she started trembling, legs shaking, he pulled his hand away.
Sophie whined, actual frustration in the sound. "Don’t stop – "
"I’m not." He rinsed the soap off his hands, then positioned himself right behind her.
One hand on her hip, the other guiding his cock – still half-hard from before but getting there fast again from the sight of her like this, bent over, water streaming down her back, ass up and waiting.