Owned by B.L Wilde, Jo Matthews Page A

took everything I had not to burst into laughter at his display of immaturity.
    Biting the inside of my lip, I let go of the boxers, then turned to the door and walked out, not even waiting to see if he followed.

    After snacking on some sandwiches and chips, I put our dishes in the sink and turned back toward Ryan’s room. He followed me wordlessly, but I could feel his eyes boring into me like he was a starving man and I was his last meal. We got to his room, and instead of going to the bed, I turned toward the bathroom. Looking at him over my shoulder, I spoke, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to take a quick shower to rinse off. For some reason, being fucked silly for almost 18 hours straight has me feeling like I need one.”
    His face fell a little, but he shrugged nonchalantly. “Go right ahead, though I kind of like the fact that you smell like raw sex.”
    I had to clench my legs together at his words, but stepped into the bathroom without saying anything. Once I had stripped down and walked into his amazing shower, I reached for the knob to turn the water on. I tried to get the temperature right, but couldn’t figure out how to control it. After about five minutes, I gave up and turned to call for Ryan. I was startled to find him leaning against the doorframe with a cocky grin on his face.
    “Having problems, Baby?” he asked, stalking toward me. He had already stripped out of his boxers, so he stepped into the shower with me and pulled me flush against him.
    I pushed his chest playfully. “Were you standing there the whole time?” I questioned. The smirk on his face told me everything I needed to know. “You bastard! ” I started laughing as I pushed him again. “You knew I’d have problems figuring out your shower and you didn’t say a word!”
    He backed me up against the cold tile, sobering me immediately. “I wanted an excuse to join you,” he whispered as he leaned in and ran his tongue along the curve of my neck. “God, Siena, you are too fucking sexy for your own good.”
    Just as my knees were about to buckle from his touch, Ryan stepped back and adjusted the water temperature. The cold liquid that had been flowing before began to heat up, and soon after, the bathroom filled with a thick, hot steam.
    He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the wall, positioning me directly under the hot spray. As water ran in streams down my body, Ryan grabbed some body wash and a loofah. With our eyes locked, he began to rub the loofah all over me, paying special attention to my most sensitive parts. When the front of me was covered in soap, he turned me around. “You might want to brace yourself on the wall, Baby.”
    I wasn’t sure what he meant until he started running the loofah down my back and over my ass. He spread my legs, and as he did so, I placed my palms flat against the cold tile in front of me.
    The fingers of his free hand parted my pussy lips, and before I could react, he slid two inside. “Oh, fuck, Ryan!” I cried out, laying my forehead against the wall and opening my legs a little more.
    “Fuck, Siena. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of exactly this—to have you naked in my shower.” He thrust his fingers in and out a few times, curling them to massage deep inside me and causing my knees to buckle. “The only difference was I wasn’t fucking you with my fingers. I was leaving imprints in your pussy walls with my cock as I fucked the hell out of you.”
    His words had a wave of arousal flowing from me, and if he couldn’t tell because of the running water of the shower, I was sure he could tell when I clamped down around him. “Mmm, you like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”
    All I could do was moan in response as he added a third finger and thrust it deep into my pussy. “Oh, yes. You like when I talk dirty, but you like when I do dirty things to you even more. Isn’t that true, Baby?”
    “Oh god, Ryan,” I moaned breathlessly. “Yes. Fuck