Twisted - Tangled Limbs Sequel (Shannon Leto Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

(Trigger Warnings:  Language and Sexual Content.)

(Missi's POV)

Had it been the proposal that elicited somewhat out of character behavior for me at the hotel? Perhaps the extreme sense of empowerment I felt upon arriving in Monterey had played a part. Driving there by myself was more than a simple road trip for anyone with anxiety. Taking that step outside my comfort zone had made me feel totally bad ass. I felt like Superman leaping tall buildings at a single bound, and I rode that high to the ultimate one. The man I loved proposed something he said he never wanted, nor did I think I'd ever want again.

Watching Shannon undress and step into the tub heightened my desire for him tenfold. That beautiful man wanted me—to have and to hold—and I wasn't shy about showing him how much I wanted him too. I cooed as I ran my hand up his legs, cupping his balls before teasing them with my tongue and sucking at them. He groaned as I started stroking him. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, looking up at him with an expression that indicated he could enter at will. He grinned wickedly before guiding himself in slowly and capably, taking full advantage of the way my head was tilted to accommodate a smooth, deep entry. I struggled to relax at first but willed myself to do so and took most of his length. He looked blissfully entranced as I took over the pursuit of his satisfaction. My little devil was loving this intensely and I started moaning, which seemed even more pleasing to him. I got a little overzealous at one point, almost gagging. His thumbs wiped away the tears bordering my eyes before placing his hands gently on the sides of my head.

'Relax baby. I'm almost there.' He whispered in a strained voice, and those words were all the assistance I needed.

He arched forward multiple times, groaning deeply as he came undone. He quivered as he pulled out, his nerve endings presumably still raw from what sounded like a very satisfying orgasm.

'Prop your back up against the tub and hold onto the sides.' He said determinedly as he kneeled in front of me.

He grabbed my legs forcefully and placed them over his shoulders, planting his face between my legs and delving his tongue into me. I struggled to keep a grip on the sides of the tub as he nibbled at my clit. I couldn't move freely—becoming shamelessly vocal instead—saying tawdry things that were only outdone by his own utterings. I screamed as I came brutally hard. I anticipated him letting me go, but he wasn't done yet. He kept up his assault on my nub until I screamed again.

'Shannon, please. I can't hold myself up anymore.' I whined exhaustedly.

'You won't have to.' He replied determinedly as he eased me down, only to turn me around. 'Rest your arms over the edge.' He growled as he pulled my hips upward so I was on my knees.

I struggled not to slip, moving hesitantly since my arms were wobbly and my muscles burning. He assisted before plunging into me. Small waves of water began spilling out of the tub as his pace quickened.

'Dammit' he groused when he slid and lost ground.

He quickly rearranged us into a less unstable position. I was now straddling him as he leaned against the back of the tub. He grabbed the back of my neck and drew me to him, biting my lips before shooting his tongue inside my mouth. I opened my eyes when I felt him at my entrance. He looked at me greedily with an entitled want, waiting for me to lower myself down over him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and made my descent slow and steady, gazing at him to see how long he could maintain that presumptuous mug. I could have pinpointed the moment his resolve started crumbling. His eyes fell closed after a sharp intake of breath. I put my hands on the sides of his face and he opened his eyes. I wanted to watch as he unraveled. His face started softening and those hazel eyes seemed depthless as they connected with mine. Unspoken words were exchanged with the creation of each wave of water. He bit into my neck as he began arching up and pulling my hips down over him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tightly. Intense grinding, grunting and moaning followed, until the only sound besides breathless gasps was the repetitious splattering of water hitting the floor.