He seemed to think about it for a long few minutes, while I worked the shampoo through my hair, then rinsed it thoroughly. Finally, he nodded, “Yeah, I could see it being an issue. One of those things that sounds great on paper, or in the movies, but in reality is just a whole lotta nope.”
Thankfully, he hadn’t asked for specifics for how I had come to my conclusion. I really didn’t want to have to explain that I had once, a very, very long time ago, dated someone from the Easter Bunny realm. Simon had been as adorable as most rabbit shifters were, and much, much shorter than me, like Kendrick was. Our one and only attempt at shower sex had nearly resulted in both of us ending up with something broken. The risk hadn’t been worth the reward.
And there was no way I would ever risk Kendrick like that.
Soaping up a washcloth I had placed on the side of the tub earlier, I slowly ran it over Kendrick’s shoulders and down his arms.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, his voice turning husky from the teasing tone of just a few minutes ago.
“Washing you.” I told him matter-of-factly, trailing the soapy cloth down his chest to his stomach. Slowly I moved it down, running it over his hardening cock. His stomach muscles quivered, and he sucked in an audible sigh of air.
Stroking him with the cloth, I made sure he was nice and clean, ridding him of all the dried sweat and cum. Kendrick was panting, his breath coming in short gasps and soft whines, as his chocolate eyes watched my every move.
Finally, I moved the cloth down his legs, washing him carefully. When I was done with his front, I gently turned himand started on his back. When I got to his delectable little ass, I lovingly ran the soap over the mounds, before carefully cleaning between them.
Kendrick couldn’t stop the hiss of air between his teeth, as the cloth touched his well used hole.
“And that’s why I said no,” I whispered in his ear, covering his ass with my hand and massaging slowly. “Because you are too sore.”
“But–” he whined, leaning his body into me. “I want–”
Sucking on the tender skin on the side of his neck, I pulled his slick body against mine, and maneuvered us beneath the hot spray. “I know what you want. I want it too. Don’t think me telling you no means I don’t want you.”
I rinsed him, using my hands to help spread the water over his body, then taking his hard cock in one fist. He moaned, pushing his hips against my hand. “I want you more than I can breathe. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. But I won’t hurt you.”
“This hurts,” he whined, sliding his cock against my hand, back and forth inside my fist around him. “Make it better, Bal.”
“Oh, I plan to, little one.” Turning him in my arms, I released his cock, sliding to my knees on the hard tile of the tub. Hands on the backs of his thighs, just beneath his mouth watering ass, I tugged him slightly forward, right into my waiting mouth.
His cry of surprise filled the shower walls, as I swallowed around his cock, taking him nearly to the back of my throat in one go. I might be unwilling to penetrate him, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make us both come.
My hands ached to grasp onto the mounds of his ass and squeeze, but I was afraid the motion would cause him pain. Instead I squeezed his supple thighs in a rhythm that matched my sucking his cock.
He tasted divine, clean, fresh, and like Kendrick. Precum dripped onto my tongue, salty, slightly bitter, but addictive. Candy canes, I did love the taste of precum. Loved when it would drop onto my tongue, a little taste of what was to come.
Some alphas didn’t like sucking cock, feeling it was beneath them, but I wasn’t one of them. I loved the sounds I could ring from an omega when I sucked them, the pants and whines, the throaty demands they would make. The high pitched begging. The way their hands would tangle in my hair, flexing and pulling, like Kendrick was doing right now.
He grasped my long hair in his hand, wrapping it around his fist, and tugged my mouth farther on his dick, until my nose was buried in his brilliant red curls. The scent of his musk filled my nostrils, along with the sweet scent of his slick. The familiar smell of cloves, ginger, and nutmeg filled my head, as his hips fucked my mouth, harder and faster.
My dick was rock hard, throbbing, my own hips flexing in the air. Until I pulled him closer and managed to slide my cock just enough between his thighs. The sweet friction of my cock sliding between his wet thighs nearly made me cum right then. My hands flexed on his thighs, fingers skimming the bottom of his rounded globes, so close to his hole. His sweet, sweet omega cock slid in and out of my mouth smoothly, as I sucked.
One of my hands released his thigh and slid over my throbbing cock. My spine tingled, and I sucked Kendrick harder, deeper, until the tip touched the back of my throat and I swallowed around it. Felt his cock swell inside my mouth, my name screamed from his lips, as my mouth flooded with the taste of his cum.
Swallowing, my hand moved faster over my own flesh, the sound filling the air. Skin on skin, Kendrick’s gasped cries, my own moans as I greedily swallowed the cum flooding my mouth. Finally, I had to let his softening cock slip from my mouth, as myown orgasm rushed over me and I cried out my release, spraying my cum over the shower wall.
Kendrick
Past…
Me:Worst. Date. Ever.
Grumpy Elf:Bad kisser?
Me:We didn’t get that far. I honestly wanted to drive home after dinner and not go to the movie.
Grumpy Elf:Why didn’t you?
Me:I really wanted to see the movie, duh.
