Chapter 190: You Feel As Good As I Remember!** [FIXED!][14/10!]

Rachel stood frozen in the doorway, heart hammering against her ribs as the steam wrapped around her like a secret. She couldn’t believe he was actually here. She’d seen everything the moment she woke up—the dishes stacked neatly in the drying rack, her clothes folded on the couch, the smell of eggs and bacon drifting from the kitchen. He’d cleaned up her mess. Cooked for her. And now he was here, naked under her shower, scrubbing away the day like he had every right to take care of her. Rachel had no idea if this was some kind of lucid dream as she hadn’t heard from this man in quite sometime but it was a dream she planned to indulge nonetheless.

She hadn’t planned on this. But when she heard the water running and realized the bathroom door didn’t creak, something pulled her forward. She wanted to startle him. Wanted to see his face when he turned around and found her watching. But the soap in his eyes bought her time. He was blinking hard, cursing under his breath, and she used every second of it.

Then she saw his cock.

It hung heavy between his legs, thick and curved downward in a way that made her stomach tighten. The head was flushed dark, the shaft veined and twitching with each beat of his pulse. It looked obscene like this—aroused but untouched, bobbing slightly as he shifted his weight. Rachel swallowed hard. She’d been exhausted, frustrated, half-drunk on cheap wine and self-pity. But looking at him now, all that tension coiled low in her belly and turned liquid.

She was already wet. Her panties clung to her, the fabric damp against her folds. She hadn’t even taken anything off yet and her body was already deciding for her. She wanted that cock in her mouth. Wanted to feel it slide between her tits. Wanted to make him lose control without ever letting him fuck her, this was his punishment for neglecting her.

Rachel stepped forward, bare feet silent on the tile. She loved the way his shoulders moved under the spray, the way his back flexed when he reached for the soap again. She loved that he hadn’t noticed her yet. That he was still trying so hard to be good.

She dropped to her knees right in front of him.

The water changed direction the second she got close. Droplets that had been running down his stomach now splashed against her face and chest. Liam stiffened. His hand paused mid-motion. Then his eyes opened, still red from the soap, and he looked down.

Rachel was already there, lips parted, staring up at him like she was about to devour him.

“Rachel—” His voice cracked. He tried to say something else but the words died when she wrapped both hands around the base of his cock and gave it one slow, deliberate stroke. The curve of it made it easy to guide toward her mouth. She licked the underside first, tongue flat and warm, tasting the clean water mixed with the faint salt of him. Liam’s thighs tensed. His hands hovered uselessly at his sides.

She took her time because she knew this was a good way to teach him a valubale lesson he wouldn’t forget.

Her lips parted and she sucked just the head into her mouth, tongue swirling around the ridge. She didn’t rush. She let her jaw relax, let the weight of him settle on her tongue, and sucked gently while her hands worked the shaft in lazy strokes. Liam’s breath hitched. His eyes kept trying to close but he fought to keep them open, watching her like he couldn’t look away.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You don’t have to—”

She pulled off with a wet sound and looked up at him, lips shiny. “I want to.”

Then she took him deeper.

Her mouth slid down inch by inch until her lips met her fist. She bobbed her head slowly, letting the curve of his cock guide the angle. Every time she pulled back she sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing against the sensitive spot just under the head. Liam’s hands finally found her hair, fingers threading through the strands without pushing. He wanted to speak—wanted to tell her she didn’t owe him anything, that this wasn’t why he’d come—but the heat of her mouth made it impossible. There was something unbearably hot about letting her have this.

About standing there while she decided exactly how she wanted him.

Rachel pulled off again, spit trailing from her lips to the tip of his cock. She wiped it with her thumb and spread it down his length, then leaned in and pressed her cheek against his thigh while she caught her breath. Her eyes never left his face.

“Stand still,” she said softly.

She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one motion. Her bra followed. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and warm, nipples already tight from the steam and the sight of him. She cupped them together and leaned forward, trapping his cock between them.

The contrast made Liam groan. Her skin was soft and slick from the water that had splashed onto her. She rocked her chest up and down, letting the head of his cock peek out between her tits with every upward stroke. Each time it appeared she leaned down and licked it—slow, deliberate swipes of her tongue that made his hips twitch forward before he caught himself.

She kept the pace unhurried. Her hands pressed her breasts tighter around him, thumbs brushing her own nipples as she moved. The downward curve of his cock meant it stayed nestled perfectly between them, the head nudging her sternum on every stroke. She watched his face the whole time, drinking in the way his jaw clenched, the way his fingers tightened in her hair when she licked him again.

Liam’s breathing had gone ragged. He kept trying to form words but nothing came out except broken sounds. Rachel smiled against the head of his cock and gave it another slow lick, tasting the first bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

“You taste good,” she murmured.

She went back to sucking him, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach while her other hand stayed pressed between her breasts, keeping the pressure tight. The wet sounds filled the bathroom—her mouth working him, the water still running, Liam’s quiet, helpless noises every time she took him deeper. Liam left the pleasure to her, he didn’t rush it because he fought every impulse to shove his cock deep into her throat at his own pace because this was fucking heavenly.

She switched back to her tits after a few minutes, sliding him between them again with a slow, deliberate rhythm. This time she leaned down and sucked the head into her mouth at the same time, letting her tongue flick against the slit while her breasts squeezed the shaft. Liam’s knees almost buckled. His hand left her hair and braced against the shower wall instead.

“Rachel,” he managed, voice hoarse. “If you keep doing that—”

She pulled off just long enough to say, “I know. That’s why I’m stopping.”

Then she took him back into her mouth, slower this time, savoring every inch. She didn’t let him come. She didn’t even let him get close. Every time his breathing changed, every time his thighs started to shake, she eased off—pulling back to lick and kiss along his length instead, or pressing her tits around him again in that maddeningly gentle rhythm.

The water kept running. Steam kept rising. Rachel stayed on her knees, taking her time, making sure Liam understood exactly what she wanted from him and exactly what she wasn’t going to give him yet. He loved it, she was so damn good at teasing him but Liam knew he had it in him to keep up with this. Thanks to his recent experience this month, he was able to build some stamina, he wasn’t prone to cumming quickly anymore with his increase libido.

She had all night and this was Liam’s fault for starving her the way he did as it was something that was his responsibilty. Her body was his to please so why couldn’t he please her appropriately?

Liam was aware of this and knew in that moment that it was something he had to take care of, Liam was glad this was happening at the end of the day because at this point.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him a sex addict because he loved what these women did to him, Liam watched her treat his cock like a deity.