Chapter 100 - Dirty Girl and Mr. Clean

“I think so…” Cate whispered, her head tipping back against his shoulder.

Jon chuckled again and withdrew his hands from her panties, then undid the button and zipper at her waist. Cate straightened and turned in his arms, her hands moving to unfasten his jeans. They finished undressing each other until they stood together naked, their clothes strewn across the tile floor.

Jon took Cate’s hand and silently led her to the shower stall. He pulled open the door and stepped inside. Cate followed him as steam billowed out from the little room.

She pulled the door closed and turned to face Jon. He drew her against his chest and again dropped his mouth to hers for a long, passionate kiss. Cate sighed as she felt the warm water raining down on her shoulders while Jon’s tongue tangled with hers. When their mouths parted, Jon smiled down at Cate. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Dirty Girl,” he purred teasingly, turning her so that she was fully under the spray.

Cate tipped her head back, letting the water run through her hair. She raised her hands from Jon’s waist to finger-comb through her long tresses, letting the water soak through the thick waves. She smiled as she heard Jon growl sexily, then she felt this hands cover her breasts.

Warm water trickled down over her chest as Jon gently kneaded the soft mounds, then again pulled Cate against his chest so that her nipples pressed against his warm, hard pecs. Jon groaned and shifted slightly side to side, sliding Cate’s water-slickened flesh against his as he hardened even more.

Cate sighed and dropped her lips to Jon’s chest, licking the water from the top of his right pec before nipping gently at the spot. Jon growled again and guided Cate a step backwards, turning them so that the shower’s warm spray funneled between their bodies. Jon lowered his mouth to Cate’s neck as his hands slipped down her back, gently squeezing and kneading her tight muscles.

“Ohhhhh….” Cate groaned as she felt the day’s tension melt away under Jon’s touch. She rested her forehead against his shoulder, closing her eyes as she savored the gentle massage of his strong hands.

Jon smiled at Cate’s reaction. He continued working his hands over her back for another minute, then reached over to the small ledge that held Cate’s toiletries. Cate raised her head to look at him as Jon opened the shampoo bottle and squirted a dollop of the creamy liquid into his palm. “Hold still, Baby,” he said gently, rubbing his palms together then sinking both hands into the hair at the crown of Cate’s head.

Cate again closed her eyes and swayed forward toward Jon, steadying herself with her hands on his hips. She hummed blissfully as Jon lathered her hair with the sweet-scented shampoo, his fingers gently massaging her scalp and neck. “God…” she groaned. “That feels soooooo goooooooood…..”

Jon chuckled softly, smiling at her enraptured expression. He loved that he could do this for her, help her unwind after all they had been through the last two days. “Shhhh…” he replied huskily. “Just relax, Baby.”

He continued to work the shampoo through her hair for another minute, then gently guided her to tip her head back under the water. He rinsed the shampoo from her hair, then repeated his massage with her conditioner. As he worked, he felt Cate’s fingers flexing on his hips, gently squeezing his flesh in response to her pleasure. He let out a little groan as his dick pulsed appreciatively with every little squeeze.

After Jon rinsed the conditioner from Cate’s hair, she raised her face to his and smiled sexily. “Now my turn,” she purred. She stepped to the side, guiding Jon to turn by pressing on his hips, until his back was to the water. He tilted his head back to let the spray wet his hair, and Cate couldn’t help herself. She turned her face upward and licked his Adam’s apple as it was exposed to her.

Jon let out a short laugh. He had his eyes closed, but even though he hadn’t seen Cate’s expression he was sure he knew what it looked like. He had seen her stare longingly at his throat before, and he could read her mind. Now she finally had nothing to hold her back, to keep her from enjoying her little fetish.

He stood still for a minute, grinning as he felt her tongue trail across his neck, then her lips close over the spot, sucking gently. When she finally pulled away, Jon raised his head and gave her a little wink.

“Taste good?” he teased.

“Delicious,” Cate replied huskily, gazing up at him. Her eyes were swirling deep midnight blue, and there was a wicked smirk on her lips.

“Well, you can do that any time you want,” Jon replied, his voice dropping to a seductive purr as his hands went to her waist. He started to lean down to steal another kiss from her, but she stopped him.

“Nuh uh,” she scolded gently. “I get to wash your hair first.”

Jon gave her a fake pout, then grinned again. “You are a woman of many fetishes,” he teased softly. “My hair, my neck, my arms, my ass…”

“Your chest, your thighs, your chin…” Cate continued, playing along as she squirted some shampoo into her hand. “Hell, even your feet are sexy.” She stopped and gave Jon a little smirk. “Yeah, I’d do ya,” she teased.

“Mmmm, promise?” Jon growled in response, pulling her against him and pressing his erection against her stomach.

Cate sucked in a breath. “After the hair…” she breathed huskily. She reached up and threaded her fingers into Jon’s wet mane, drawing in the sweet scent of mint and jasmine as she worked the shampoo to a lather. She rinsed and conditioned his thick locks, then reached for her bath puff.

“Sorry, but the only body wash I have is mango-passion fruit,” she smirked. “Not very manly, but it will do the trick. Make you nice and clean.”

Jon chuckled. “Hmm... passion fruit, huh? That’s okay. I don’t mind smelling like a fruit basket. Especially not if it makes you wanna nibble on my berries.” He waggled his eyebrows at Cate.

Cate burst out laughing at his comment. “That’s real subtle there, Jon,” she giggled. “And pretty lame. Nice try, though.” She squeezed some body wash onto the puff and rubbed it over her hand, bringing up a lather.

“Well, it was more poetic than ‘blow my head off,’ don’t ya think?” Jon laughed.

Cate giggled again as she raised the nylon puff to Jon’s chest, slowly drawing it over his hard pecs. “Yeah, a little. Not much, mind you, but a little more poetic. Certainly less violent.” She watched her hand move the puff over Jon’s torso, leaving a soapy trail in its wake. “But then again, I hear you like it a little rough,” she said coyly.

Jon chuckled and met her gaze when she looked up at his face. “I think you do, too,” he replied in a sultry rumble. “Judging from your response earlier…

Cate felt a surge of lust in her core at Jon’s mention of their encounter on the range. She flushed slightly. “Yeah,” she admitted huskily. “That was… intense.” Her hand continued to glide the puff over Jon’s body, soaping his arms, shoulders, chest, and abs.

Jon watched Cate’s reaction to his comment, seeing the satisfied little smirk that curled her lips. “Well, maybe we’ll have to see if we can borrow that cruiser again tomorrow,” he suggested. “Or we could always just do it on your Mustang. That’s a hot car. ‘Stangs have always turned me on.” he teased.

Cate chuckled throatily. “Yeah, they’re sexy cars. Why do you think I have one?” She raised her eyes to his and gave him a coy smile. “But why are you worrying about where… and IF… we’re gonna do it next time? You’re not done with this time yet.”

With that comment, Cate dropped the puff and wrapped her hand around Jon’s cock, gripping it firmly.

Jon sucked in a sharp breath at her sudden boldness. “God, Cate!” he gasped, then smirked. “So that’s all it takes to get you to grab my joint? Talk about cars?”

“No,” Cate purred, giving him a pulsing little squeeze and watching his abs twitch in response. “It’s a little more complicated than that. But I’m sure you can figure it out.” She loosened her grip slightly, then flexed her wrist so that her soapy palm slid back and forth as it encircled his shaft.

“Ahhh!” Jon gasped, dropping his head back. “Jesus! Tell me what it is so I can remember for future reference!” he pleaded teasingly as a delighted grin crept to his lips.

“Hmmm… nah. I think I’m just gonna make you figure it out on your own,” Cate teased back. She opened her hand and slid her palm down Jon’s shaft, then curled her fingers under, cupping around his balls and squeezing gently.

Oh, GOD!” Jon moaned. He raised his head and looked at Cate, giving her a smoldering stare as she grinned teasingly back at him. His gaze narrowed as he gave her an evil smirk. “C’mere,” he commanded, grabbing her hips and pulling her pelvis toward his.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Cate growled in reply, releasing his cock and raising both of her hands to Jon’s chest. She pushed lightly against his body, making him rock backwards and bump his ass against the tile wall.

Jon gasped in surprise at the feel of the cool tile against his skin. Cate stepped forward, pressing her hands more firmly against his chest and forcing him to lean back against the wall. “This time I’m calling the shots.”