I nuzzle into the patch of skin behind his ear, kissing him delicately.
“Good.”
On that, I grab him by his shoulders and spin him away from me, shoving his chest up against the tiled shower wall. I kick out his legs and press myself against him, sliding my dick in between his cheeks. Grabbing his hard cock, firm, unyielding, I yank on him with strong strokes that send him growling and panting.
“Still with me, baby?”
Breathlessly, Anders nods. “I’m getting close.”
I immediately pull away, and he whimpers, his dick searching out my grip. Dragging his hands together behind his back, I hold them with one hand as I push his shoulders into the wall, one knee on the bench, his face smashed against the tile.
“Spread your legs.”
Breathing heavily, he complies.
“Good boy. Grab your forearms.”
A shudder rolls out along his limbs, and he complies.
“Can I trust you to keep your hands where they are, or do I need to tie them back?”
“I’ve got them.”
Kneeling behind him, I spread his cheeks. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He lets out a groan and pushes his ass out farther. I dive in, licking him from his hanging balls to his pink hole. He shifts under the pleasure of it all, and I smack his ass.
“Stay still.”
He makes a grumbling sound but does as he’s told. I lick at his hole until it begins to soften, then stiffen my tongue and begin to push inside. His sounds pitch up, and again he says, “Close. Close, Omar.”
Turning off the water, I pull away from him as he continues to stick out that glorious ass of his. He steps back from the wall, shaking out his arms, looking at me with questions in his eyes.
I cross my arms, taking in all the water droplets I’d like to lick off him. “I spied a bedroom, did I not?”
“Yeah, they’ve got a spare…” he says, his voice questioning.
I cross my arms. “Go to the bed. Get on all fours.”
He takes a moment to give himself a quick dry off, then races out of the bathroom, taking the towel with him. I chuckle to myself.This is going to be fun.
I walk into the room and he’s on all fours, looking back at me with that goddamn sexy smirk on his face. He undulates his hips, teasing me with the gloriousness of his ass.
* * *
Anders
“Where did you get supplies?” is a question that makes me smile every time.
I look back at him and wink. “I’m resourceful.”
He crawls in behind me, suiting up and slicking his thick erection. After some generous prep, he removes his fingers, pressing the head of his cock against me. He takes in a ragged breath and pushes in, swift and sure.
I pant, arching my back.
“Too much?”
I shake my head violently. “No. Never enough.”
