Nothing could touch us here. All our problems stayed outside of this steam box that was barely big enough for the two of us.
His hands covered mine, and when his fingers pressed against the spaces between mine, I let him slip in and lock us together. A happy hum escaped me, and maybe I should have been embarrassed, but I just didn’t have it in me to hide from him.
That realization brought me to a screeching halt. I forced my breaths to remain even and tried to relax my now-tense body.
If he asked me, I would have to confess how intense and deep the feelings were hitting me, because I’d already decided I’d never lie to him. I couldn’t.
“I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before,” I blurted out as a distraction. “I mean, as long as you don’t count when we come back from a mission and we all shower in the same room together. They’re separate stalls with doors, so it doesn’t really count.”
Ford snorted, released my hands, and turned around in my hold. He wiped the water from his face before wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I’m going to say it doesn’t count,” he said, a hint of teasing in his tone. “Only counts if you rub naked parts together.”
I barked out a laugh.
“Don’t ever say ‘naked parts’ again, please.” Even as I said this, I pulled him closer, rubbing our very hard and eagernaked partstogether.
I couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t stop touching him. Couldn’t stop looking at him. And yeah, I was hard and horny, but it wasn’t even about that for me. I just wanted to be around him. I wanted to know him. Wanted a connection to him all the damn time.
I didn’t give a fuck if it was weird or smothering or too intense. It was how I felt, and after not feeling anything remotely close to this for my whole life, I didn’t want to deny myself for even a second.
I groaned as he fisted my cock. Slick with soap, his hand slid smoothly up and back down my shaft. His movements were slow, almost lazy. He wasn’t holding me tight enough, wasn’t stroking me fast enough. It was driving me insane, but I didn’t want him to stop. I let my chin fall to my chest and watched as my hips rocked, pushing my cock through his grip faster.
His other hand ended up in my hair, grip tight as he pulled my head back until I met his eyes. Heavily breaths ghosted hot over my damp lips. I’d never known what it was like to be wanted like this. His eyes were dark, filled with lust. Yet, somehow, they were filled with care too.
Our lips touched, sending a spark shooting down my spine and tingles spreading outward. He kissed me as lazily as his hand stroked me, acting as if he had all the time in the world to get me off.
I opened up for him as he deepened the kiss.
Feeling bold, I reached for his cock. The moment I touched him, he growled and pulled away from me. In a blink, I was turned around and my chest met the cool tile of the shower wall. His body pressed into mine, and I turned my head to meet his lips. He had my cock in his grasp again, and I was powerless to move in this position.
He had the upper hand, the power. He owned me in this moment, and I wasn’t about to argue. Maybe there was a part of me that wanted to be taken care of. To have enough trust in someone that I could hand over the control.
It hit me hard as he stroked my throbbing cock and kissed my swollen lips and took care of every single part of me. Ford was that for me. He’d somehow become the one person I trusted the most. How did that happen? I felt like I barely knew him.
But was that true?
I knew what kind of man he was before I even rescued him from being stranded in a broken-down shed. I saw bits of him that he didn’t necessarily hide, but he didn’t always show everyone. He was stoic and hard, but he had a big heart. He cared. He wanted to make the world a better place. He was honest and open. Truthful and real.
I whined in the back of my throat when he released my cock. Then his fingers ran the length of my spine, continuingdown until he used them to split my crack. My body jerked, but not away from him. My back arched and I nearly moaned into his mouth.
“Please,” I panted before sucking his tongue.
“You want me to touch you here?” he asked as his finger tapped my rim.
“Yes,” I breathed out. I was so desperate for him to touch me there. To massage me with the tip of his finger. To loosen me up. To slip inside until I felt one knuckle, then two.
A thick, cold substance hit my back and dribbled down my crack as he held my cheeks open with two hands. He released me to rub the soap along my skin, making me slick and clean. His hands continued touching me, cleaning me, until I was wound tight and at his mercy. He used his sudsy hand to jerk me twice, then he cupped my balls, giving them a good squeeze before retreating again. He grabbed the shower head from the holder and rinsed my back. His hand slid along my heated skin until he was certain I was rinsed off. Then he spun me around, his eyes dark as he did the same to my front.
When he put the shower head back and turned off the now ice-cold water, I stared at him like he was crazy. Was he really done? That was it? Sure, the cold water wasn’t really helping to keep my erection looking fully up and presentable, but that didn’t mean I wanted to stop.
He pulled me closer, lips at my ear as he said, “How about I take you to bed and make you filthy, then get you clean again?”
I didn’t bother drying off as I bolted out of the shower and dashed out of the bathroom. My head fell back and I laughed when I realized that I was dragging Ford behind me by the hand. He pulled me into him, laughing too.
I felt so light. Free. And that wasn’t something I’d felt… in a really long fucking time.
My back slammed against the wall as he fell into me and kissed me hard. We stumbled and tripped our way into my room, where we fell on the bed without an ounce of finesse. I ended up on top, my hands on his chest, my lips mashed against his. We laughed and kissed and touched and kissed some more.
