I smiled, touched by his protectiveness. “So... no condom then?”
“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” he said, his eyes serious despite the obvious arousal between us.
The thought of feeling him completely, with nothing between us, made my heart race. “I want to,” I whispered. “I want to feel all of you. To feel what it’s like when you… you know…”
Diego’s eyes were filled with hunger at my insinuation. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine as his hands roamed my body. When he pulled back, his breathing was ragged. Then he stood up, his uncut cock standing at attention and his hand outstretched.
“C’mon,” he grinned as I took his hand. “We should get cleaned up before the party. It’ll be starting soon.”
I glanced out the window. He was right. It was already dark except for the plethora of Christmas lights filling the town.
“So… no sex then?” I laughed, not really sure how to react.
“Oh no,” he corrected. “There will be sex.” He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and pulled me toward the bathroom. Reaching down, he turned on the shower and tested the temperature, adjusting until he got it right. “You ever been fucked in the shower, Freckles?”
I felt my cheeks heat up. “N-No.”
“Might as well give it a try then, huh?”
Steam filled the small bathroom as Diego stepped into the shower, water cascading down his muscular frame. He held out his hand to me, and I took it, my heart racing as I followed him under the hot spray.
“This okay?” he asked, his voice low and gentle as he pulled me against his chest.
“More than okay,” I replied, tilting my head back as the water soaked my hair.
Diego’s hands were everywhere at once, sliding over my wet skin, mapping every inch of me. His mouth found mine in a deep, hungry kiss that made my knees weak. I pressed against him, feelinghis hard cock against my stomach, my own erection trapped between us.
“Turn around,” he murmured against my ear, his hands guiding my hips.
I complied, facing the shower wall as Diego pressed against my back. His thick pulsing cock slid between my ass cheeks, teasing me as his hands caressed my chest, fingers finding my nipples and pinching them gently. I gasped, pushing back against him instinctively.
“You’re so needy, Freckles,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. “I love how much you always want me.”
I felt his hand slide down my stomach, wrapping around my cock as his other hand reached for the lube he’d placed on the shower caddy. The dual sensations of his firm strokes and the anticipation of what was coming next had me moaning under the hot spray.
“Please,” I breathed, not even sure what I was begging for. Just more. More of him, more of us, more of this perfect connection we’d found.
Diego released me just long enough to slick his fingers with lube. I felt him press one against my entrance, circling teasingly before pushing inside. The intrusion was familiar now after our marathon day, my body welcoming him easily.
“You’re already so ready for me,” he groaned, adding a second finger alongside the first. “You take everything I give you so easily.”
The water beat down on us as he worked me open, his fingers finding that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I braced myself against the tile wall, pushing back against his hand, desperate for more.
“Diego,” I panted, my voice barely audible over the shower. “I need you inside me.Now.”
He withdrew his fingers, and I heard the cap of the lube snap open again. Moments later, I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. Without the barrier of latex, the sensation was entirelydifferent. It was more intimate, more raw. I could feel every ridge, every vein as he slowly pushed forward.
“Oh god,” I gasped as he breached me, the stretch and burn giving way to pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Diego paused, giving me time to adjust. His hands gripped my hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against my skin. “You okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back against him. “Yes, please, don’t stop.”
He eased in further, filling me completely, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The hot water cascaded down our bodies as Diego began to move, slow, measured thrusts that made me gasp with each one.
“Fuck, Hayden,” he groaned, his voice rough with control and concentration. “You feel so fucking good like his… God I can’t wait to cum inside you. To make youmine.”
His words sent a thrill through me, and I arched my back, taking him deeper. One of his hands slid around to grip my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations were overwhelming, his thick length throbbing inside me, his skilled fingers around me, and the hot water beating down on us both.
