I swallow dry, unable to form any words, and just nod.
My eyes are still closed. I lean my head on my forearms, not daring to move them even when Fletcher removes his hands.
He redirects the water spray at my ass and then turns it off.
I gasp when my ass cheeks are spread wide and a soft, warm tongue covers my hole.
“Fletcher!” I shout when he applies suction before pushing his tongue through the ring of muscle. My balls draw up tight, and I’m so close that I could come if a breath of air touches my dick.
Instead, I have to bear the non-stop onslaught. Fletcher is relentless, changing from sucking to running his tongue up my crease. His hands don’t stay put either. He tugs my balls, massages my legs, and touches me everywherebutmy dick.
“God, you taste so fucking good. I could stay here for hours,” he says.
“Please don’t. I don’t think I’d live through it.”
I bite my arm as Fletcher replaces his tongue with a finger. All my nerve endings are on high alert.
Fletcher crooks his finger to massage my prostate at the same time that he sucks around my hole, giving me a sensory experience I’ve never felt before.
Suddenly I’m hot and cold and soaring to new heights as my orgasm hits me with the force of a big bang.
“Fletcher!”
My body convulses as every single drop of cum is milked from my body, and I slide down to the shower floor, boneless and drained.
21
FLETCHER
There areno words that can describe how it feels to watch Harrison come apart in such a spectacular way. Or how empowering it is to know I’m the one responsible for it.
I straddle him, and he meets my eyes, a satisfied smile gracing his lips. He looks dazed, like he’s floating on air.
My dick is so hard it’s bordering on painful. It has been neglected for too long, so I wrap my hand around it, giving it a few slow but tight strokes.
Harrison stares at my cock as if he wants to do something with it but doesn't have the energy.
I put my hand under his chin to lift his face and claim his mouth. He opens for me, letting me take everything I need. My strokes become faster and my breathing heavier as I get closer and closer to orgasm.
He moans into the kiss, “Do it, baby,” and I come on his chest with a hard groan, my gaze fixed on his gorgeous face and deep, dark eyes.
I’m heaving like I’ve just run a marathon.
Harrison wraps his arms around me. “Thank you, that was…fuck, I don’t even have words for it. You’re a criminal.”
I chuckle. “Then call the police, but I’m not changing my ways.”
“I wouldn’t want you to.”
I reach out to the tap to turn the water on so we can clean up, and we both jolt when the water runs cold. We make sure to do it super quick and get out of the shower.
Harrison yawns. “You’ve killed me.”
“Come on, care bear, let’s take a nap. We can wake up later and eat the pie.”
Later turns out to be the next morning.
Who knew good sex could be so exhausting? Although I’ve never felt so relaxed around someone else. Relaxed enough that I slept fourteen hours straight.Weslept fourteen hours straight.
