Client Confidentiality

(54) Carlie 🔥

The water cascades over my pale skin, creating a force field of protection around my body. The room has filled with steam and the temperature of the water is just a notch below scorching. I can't remember the last time I took the time to enjoy a shower without my thoughts wandering to my never-ending list of things I need to do. 

I let my head fall back until my hair is consumed by the stream of water. My roots ache for the type of deep massage only a qualified hairdresser can manage. I try to do it myself but the pain of my sensitive scalp screams for me to stop. 

As I search around for some shampoo that doesn't smell like one of the guys, the door to the shower squeaks open. Stepping through the thick steam, Elijah strolls into the large marble shower and takes his place behind me. His warm body has nothing on the scorching water, but it still immediately relaxes my body having him pressed against me. 

His erection hardens against my ass and he slowly rubs it against me, making my core tingle in neediness. I ditch my hunt for shampoo and turn around, resting my forearms on his shoulders as I look up into his grey eyes. 

"Hey," I greet him softly, giving him a sweet smile. His irises darken as he looks down on me, his eyes showing every mischievous and dirty intention he has. 

"Hi, beautiful," he leans down and kisses me, my lips burning as soon as his connect with them. I moan into the kiss, pulling him to bend down further so I can get impossibly closer to his mouth. When he finally separates, I bite back a desperate, pleading whimper. 

"Let me wash your hair for you," he smirks, knowing every touch he gives will be pure torture for us both. I nod my head and turn back around, leaning my back against his chest. His dick continues to brush against me but he whispers for me to ignore it as he reaches over my head to grab a new shampoo bottle.

I smile at the fact that they obviously bought lavender scented toiletries for me here, but don't say anything as he squeezes some onto his hand. As soon as he starts to rub it into my soaking, dirty blonde hair, I close my eyes in bliss. His fingers massage into my scalp in the most innocent way, but I somehow find myself clenching my thighs together at the action. 

He must notice, a deep chuckle radiating from his chest that has me clinging on to my sanity for dear life. He takes longer than necessary in massaging the soapy suds into my hair, before grabbing the detachable shower head and washing it away. He repeats the routine before adding a hair mask, without needing any direction from me. 

Somehow, he's learnt my hair routine without asking me and it turns me on to no end. As the mask works its magic on my dead-ends, he turns his attention to my body. Under the guise of washing my body with shower gel, he begins to feel up my boobs. 

I let out a quiet moan as he brushes over my nipple with the pad of his thumb. But when he pinches it and causes me to cry out, I know he wasn't satisfied with my hushed responses. His magic hands work over my breasts until I'm a whimpering mess. My thighs shake and he has to wrap an arm around my waist to keep me held up. 

"Are you feeling needy for me, trouble?" he whispers in my ear. I nod my head as my pussy clenches around air. 

"Words, Carlie," he demands and I bite my lip at the dominant growl he puts behind my name. 

"Eli... please," I plead through a whimper and he chuckles evilly. 

"Tell me what you want, Carlie," he growls, his voice barely above a whisper, "Tell me what I need to do to have you screaming my name for my brothers to hear. Do I need to touch you here?" His hand skims over my thighs, inching up towards my throbbing pussy. 

"Eli," I cry out breathlessly as his fingers connect with my clit. When he doesn't move them an inch, I try to grind against his hand but he pulls away. 

"Or do I need to fuck you so that everyone knows you're mine," he growls into my ear. His hard length jumps against my ass and I practically stand on my tiptoes so that I can get it between my legs. 

"Eli, please," I whisper through bated breath. 

"Or maybe both," he contemplates before snapping into action. With a hand placed between my shoulder blades, he pushes my face against the wall and keeps me there, before lining up against my hot core. 

He slams home inside me and I cry out, but he doesn't give me any time to adjust before he pulls out and thrusts back in. His other hand finds my clit and he rubs it passionately as he fucks me ruthlessly. 

My legs quiver with a threat to give up on me and he has to move his hand from my back to my hip to keep me upright. His thrusts are relentless, each movement of his fingers on my clit bringing me closer and closer to climax. My walls begin to clench around him at my impending orgasm and he notices, increasing his movements to an almost impossible speed. 

"Scream my name, trouble. I want everyone to know what I'm doing to make you dirty in the shower." His words in my ear are the last thing I hear before a ringing takes over. My orgasm shoots through my body like lightning, short-circuiting my brain until I can't comprehend the world around me. 

He fucks me through it until I slowly come back to life, his grunts filtering through the white noise in my ears. He grows impossibly hard inside of me until he's roaring out his own release and I'm filled to the brim with his come. 

My breath comes out in short, exhausted pants. He pulls me back to lean against him and his arms entangle around my waist as he holds me close. Our breathing intertwines as we come down from the exertion. 

"Fuck, I needed that," I mutter as he starts to wash my body all over again. My core still tingles with each touch, but the burn of him stretching me out is enough to placate me for a little while. 

"I know, baby," he mutters back, kissing my cheek softly, "I always know what you need."

Okay this was a fucking steamy chapter and I love it <3