“Mmm…” Evan moans before throwing his head back. I slide down to kiss his neck and Deacon’s mouth finds mine in the process. Our tongues cross paths as we suck and nip at Evan’s throat. I’ve got a hand on his abs, but it drifts lower as Evan’s hips keep bucking up in search of a touch or more.
“Shower,” Evan says breathily. “I need a shower.”
“You and me both,” Deacon says.
“My dirty boys,” I say, unable to disguise the reverence in my voice. “I’ll go warm up the water.”
50
ISAAC
The water is running from both shower heads, and I’m stripping my clothes off while I wait for it to get hot. I may have taken a shower a couple of hours ago, but I’ll be damned if they clean each other off without me. Deacon appears first with Evan behind him, closing the door.
Eyeing me, Deacon steps in close and grabs me by the hips, stealing a long kiss and giving my cock a few sold jerks. I grip him by the neck and thrust into his handandhis mouth.
“It’s no problem,” Evan speaks up. “I can clean myself.”
When I break away from Deacon again, I catch the sight of my bare naked former assistant entering the shower alone.
Deacon’s even quicker than I am to strip, though I’m the one with a head start.
Evan stands under one of the faucets, giving us a glorious view of his full, delicious ass.
Deacon steps in behind him, blocking my view, only to give me a different view of his own naked body. He squirts soap into his hands and proceeds to wash Evan, running his hands all over his slick skin while Evan squirms beneath his touch.
Deacon glances at me over his shoulder—a very clear invitation.
I get into the shower and stand under the opposite shower head, contemplating the two of them together and repeating my mantra. Patience. Patience.
It begins to fray when Deacon wraps his hand around Evan’s erect cock and tugs it with a soapy fist.
Evan plants his hands on the tile wall and presses his ass out toward Deacon’s crotch. His hole opens wide with the stretch, and my mouth waters. My dick perks up, and I reach down to jerk it.
Deacon remains intently focused on getting Evan clean and hard.
It must be working because Evan grinds his ass against Deacon’s cock and thrusts into his fist.
It’s a move I know well. Sense memory kicks in, and I imagine my cock inside him, getting a thorough working over by his magical hole. He can do shit with his body that no man I’ve ever been with has been able to manage—at least not with the straightforward way I fuck.
Experience with Evan gave me more finesse, and making love with Deacon has added a layer of meaning to everything I would have once only called fucking.
I take the silicone lube from one of the shower shelves and slather some on my erect cock. I don’t have a plan, but better to be prepared.
Deacon, of course, watches this with interest and reaches out his hand for the lube.
I give it to him, and he coats his dick before shoving some deep into Evan’s open hole. Evan reacts with surprise, rising to his toes at the invasion of Deacon’s thrusting fingers. “Oh, shit.”
“You’re asking for it again,” Deacon rumbles.
“I need it,” Evan simps.
Deacon slaps his ass, and Evan yelps. Precum dribbles out of my cock, and I step closer to them.
“You’ll get your turn,” Deacon says to me. “You’ve waited this long, right?”
Great, so he’s testing me, too. I narrow my gaze, and Deacon smiles. “Love that pouty face.”
Lovesit, does he? “Really? Say more.”
