“You are so fucking beautiful, Reese.” A weird sound came from his throat, and I smiled against his skin. He liked that. “I’m gonna take your pants off now.”
“Now?” he rasped in my ear, raising goosebumps along my arms. My dick was hard as steel, and I thought him just breathing on me would make me come.
“Yeah. Now. I really want you in here with me. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” he whispered.
A burst of affection for him rushed through me, and I bit down on the spot where his neck met his shoulder. He grabbed onto my biceps and cried out, and fuck yes, he was touching me.
“Keep touching me,” I said hoarsely, barely able to draw in enough breath to speak. I trailed my fingers to the button of his pants, flicking it open and drawing the zipper down as he slid his hands up my arms to my shoulders.
When I pushed his pants and boxers past his round little ass and his enormous dick, I looked down between us. “Jesus Christ, you’re huge. How do you not fall over just standing up? Your balance must be incredible.”
He punched me in the arm. “Shut up, asshole.”
“Come in here and make me.”
Reese stepped out of his pants and boxers, then wound his arms around my neck and jumped up onto me. I caught him with a laugh as he wrapped his legs around my waist and we fell back into the wall, and the pain when my head smacked into the tiles barely registered because his lips were on mine now and nothing else mattered.
He slid his tongue into my mouth, making greedy little sounds as he held my face and took what he wanted.
I’d give it all to him, and then find some more and offer that up, too.
He’d given me something I’d never had before, and I felt like nothing I gave in return could ever compare.
If this was what happiness felt like, I was glad for all the time I’d spent waiting for it. It made everything I’d experienced worth it. All those mediocre moments only made this one all the sweeter.
I nipped at his lips, then turned us around so his back was against the wall.
“I’ve got an idea,” I said with a smile.
“Why does that make me nervous?” He scowled at me, looking anything but nervous.
“Nah, don’t be nervous. It’s just something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”
“What’s a while? Three seconds or three months? I really can’t tell with you.”
“Both? Put your hands on my shoulders.”
I slid my hands down the back of his thighs, lifted him and pushed him up the wall.
He made a startled noise and cried, “What the fuck are you doing?” He grabbed fistfuls of my hair and tried to wrap his legs around me, but I held them open.
“Don’t worry, I got you.” I held his gaze and turned my head slightly, stuck out my tongue, and licked the scars on the inside of his thigh. “We have those little anti-slip strips.”
He twitched and gasped, his hips moving forward until his cock was rubbing against my cheek. I trailed a line of tiny kisses up his scars, then bit into his thigh so hard he pulled my hair. He was trying to grind himself against me as I sucked and bit a mark into his skin, and when I was done, I licked the swollen red spot I’d left.
“That’s mine,” I told him. “This is mine, too.” I licked the underside of his cock, then moved to his other thigh, kissing the scars he hated so much. “All mine. Every mark on your body belongs to me, Reese.”
“Okay,” he panted, his eyes glazed over as I looked up at him. He slid one hand down to my cheek, then trailed his fingers across the scar on my face. “Then this is mine, too.”
I smiled and turned my head so I could kiss his palm, then nuzzled into his hand. “You can have whatever you want from me. It’s all yours. Blanket permission granted to take what you want, darling.”
“I want this,” he said, moving his fingers to my mouth.
“You want my mouth? It’s yours.” I slid my tongue down his finger and sucked, staring into his eyes. His lips parted as he watched me, and then he abruptly pulled his finger out of my mouth and squeezed the base of his cock.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “I’m gonna—fuck.” He breathed hard and closed his eyes, still holding onto his dick. The water was barely hitting his lower half, light as a mist.
