“Because I enjoy it.”
We were both hard again, but hopefully we wouldn’t be quite so hair-trigger this time around. I tossed my shirt to the floor, then undid my belt buckle, whipping the buttery leather from my belt loops, the crack reverberating throughout the small bathroom.
Walker’s lips parted, and his eyes went hazy.
Yeah, he liked that.
I slipped out of my pants, took off my socks, and then paused with my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs.
“You’re literally killing me,” he said, gripping my arms.
“Gotta say, country boy, I thought you’d be a little more hesitant. Especially considering my plans for your ass.”
He shivered. “I told you, I’ve been practicing. I watched gay porn, I played with prostate toys, I even kissed a man and rubbed up against him.”
I grumbled at the reminder, and he gave me a self-satisfied smile.
“But then he wasn’t you, so I had to leave. Went straight to my hotel room and made myself come so hard I thought I’d pass out.”
“You’d already come thinking about me before today?” I asked, running my thumb over his dirt-smeared cheek.
“Yes. Many times now.”
“And you thought of me when you put a vibrator up your ass, set it right on those nerves, and let it buzz?”
He whimpered. “So good. One of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”
“Want to have a better one?”
He nodded.
“Then get in the tub.”
Scratching his nose, he slid the curtain aside and stepped under the shower spray.
Some guys look like wet rats when you add water, but not so with Walker. No, he got even sexier. The way the water darkened his hair, the way he pushed it off his forehead and ran his hands up and down his torso, looking at me expectantly as muddy water swirled around his feet… Fuck.
“You coming?”
“Multiple times, if I have anything to say about it,” I said, joining him.
After we’d both rinsed off the mud, I tugged his wet body against mine, loving the glide of my fingertips over his smooth skin. We kissed as the water ran down his back, and I brought out the bodywash, soaping up his cock and balls, teasing him, ignoring his tortured cries as I edged him again and again. I sensed his wildness beneath my fingertips, like an untamed horse, unbroken, unbending, and I couldn’t wait to have him under me, then in me.
Speaking of which, I pointed to the bulb sitting on the mounted soap dish. “You’ve used that before?”
Red flushed the tips of his ears, and he nodded. Grinning at this new revelation, I turned him toward the tiles, blanketing his back with my body. “What you’re gonna do now is get real clean for me, yes?”
“Okay,” he answered, breathing heavily, water streaming off the end of his nose as the shower pounded down on us. I kissed the back of his neck till his cock was twitching, then stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around myself, smiling as his country-fried curses filtered past the shower curtain.
I went into his bedroom to give him privacy, then took my turn once he emerged. His ears were still red when I was done, so I approached him where he sat slouched on the bed. Knocking his knees wide, I stepped into his space. His eyes slowly tracked up my body until they reached mine.
“Hey,” I said softly, tousling his hair. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. This is just what we do to make things more fun.”
His chest and neck flamed, but he ducked his head in agreement.
I was used to seeing him dirty, sweaty, grease streaked across his cheek—and I’d wanted him like that, no question—but here, squeaky clean and loosely wrapped in a towel, he was beautiful. His room was a surprise, too. He had a few plants, and books he’d clearly read over and over again, yes, but then his walls were covered in landscapes of faraway places. And the place was neat as a pin, everything about it deliberate.
I dropped my towel, a silent command. He slipped out of his, and I cataloged every inch of skin as he crawled back against the pillows.
