I dance around the kitchen to one of my favourite songs on the radio ‘Locked Up’ by R. City and Adam Levine. I sing as I scramble eggs and toss the bacon simultaneously. Champ is still sound asleep in bed, and I left him to cook us some breakfast; eggs, bacon and pancakes. I planned on waking him up in bed with a tray of breakfast goods, including his beloved coffee, but before I even get to finish I hear a yawn and a discreet cough come from the archway to the kitchen.
I swing round to find Champ in a pair of Calvin Klein boxers and just fucked hair. Gorgeous. Fucking perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact that out of all the woman he can have, he chose me. It warms my heart and makes it beat faster. He doesn’t have to touch me to get my * wet. I rein in my lust and shake my head to clear the fog before announcing, “Breakfast will be ready in five.”
“Great. I’m starved. You wore me out last night, cowgirl.” I hear the smile in his voice as he says this and my lips twitch with amusement. I turn to him and give him a giddy smile before plating up the breakfast and placing both plates on the breakfast bar, side by side.
We eat in amicable silence, and my head swarms with shit I still need to buy for others for Christmas. I love this time of year but with the amount of people I have to buy for this year, has given me a tension headache from hell. I may just do the fucking rest online. Sorted.
“That was fucking gorgeous, sweetheart. Thank you.” Champ leans over and pecks me on the cheek. As he pulls away he checks his watch. “I have to get my ass in gear. Have to be at the club in an hour. You should be heading to work soon, right?”
“Right. I have about an hour too. Let me wash these up and I’ll jump in the shower with you if you want?” I ask, fluttering my lashes at him. Nothing beats morning sex in my opinion. It’s the best damn way to start the day.
He laughs as he walks toward our bedroom, swaying his ass a little for my view. I lick my lips as I think of what’s coming. I hurriedly wash the dishes and mugs before practically running to our en-suite. Already hearing the shower running, I remove my dressing gown and fling it behind me.
Climbing into the shower behind a wet and naked Champ, I feel the first piping hot spray of the water as it barrows down from the shower head and I hiss and step back a little. How the hell he can have the damn water so hot is beyond me. Jesus.
“Lauren? You alright?” Champ’s voice is laced with worry as he turns his magnificent body to face me.
“The water is too fucking hot. I’ll turn into a lobster under that heat!” I shriek at him, waving my arms in the air.
“Shit, sorry, sweetheart. I keep forgetting you don’t do hot showers.” He turns back to turn the heat down before announcing that it’s not as hot now.
I tentatively step under the spray, sighing deeply now it just right. My eyes flutter closed as the water pounds down on my back, relaxing my muscles.
“Don’t get to relaxed, sweetheart. I have plans for you,” Champ expresses while wiggling his eyebrows.
His large, calloused hands grip my shoulder and he pushes me lightly against the cold tiles of the shower wall. With a leg, he pushes my legs open and pins me to the wall with his hips, his cock pushing against my stomach. Heat pools in my lower belly, and wetness warms my groin.
“What do you want, Lauren? Do you want me to fuck you? Beg me,” he whispers in my ear huskily. “Or…do you want me to take that delectable ass of yours? I have yet to experience the tightness there.”
I release a breath of air as his words wash over me. “Fuck my *, Liam, fuck me hard.”
He groans before his hands make a grab at my hips, lifting me and impaling me on his hard dick. I scream out as pleasure and pain grips my insides. He stills as he let’s me adjust to his impressive size.
“Please move, Liam. Please,” I whisper into his shoulder. Unable to move my hips from being pinned to the wall, I beg him instead to do the work.
“Fuck!” he exclaims before pulling back slightly and thrusting back in, deep. He sets a punishing rhythm and soon I feel the familiar tingle in my core and heat spreads throughout my body.
“Liam!” I scream out into the steam of the room, my legs clamp tightly around him and my vaginal walls clutch at his shaft.
“Ahh!” he moans, biting my shoulder as I feel his seed fill me, the warmth of his cum deep inside me prolongs my orgasm.
We stand there, trying to catch our breaths, our chest heaving against each other. After a few minutes, he pulls out of me and I whimper at the loss.
“Now it’s time to get clean,” he says, winking at me and stepping back. I laugh as I step back under the spray and rub shampoo into my hair. Champ takes the intuitive and starts washing my body with my body wash. The smell of vanilla and coconuts feels the space, and I sigh in contentment as he rubs the cream all over my body.
I rinse the shampoo from my hair and step away from the water, letting Champ have his shower. I climb out and grab the fluffiest towel I own, leaving the room that’s starting to smell of wood pines and musk, the smell of his shower gel has me wet again but there is no time for more fun.
Chapter 4
Lauren
After a busy day at work, I text Alexis, desperate to see her.
L: Plz say ur home! I miss u xxx