“My turn for what?” he asks.
“Did you come?”
“Well, no… but it’s okay,” he says shyly.
“No, it’s not,” I chuckle, scooping him up into my arms and carrying him into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” he squeals, legs kicking in the air.
“Getting us cleaned up so we can get dirty again.” I nip his ear and lick a line from his shoulder to his neck. “Although you really do taste delicious just as you are.”
He laughs as I place him down and turn on the shower, getting the temperature just right before I usher him in.
“I’ll be back in one second,” I say, heading to the bedroom to grab the bottle of lube.
When I return to the shower he’s already started washing himself.
“Excuse me.” I give him a mock stern expression as I step in with him. “Did I say you could do that?”
“What? Wash myself?” he chuckles.
“Mm-hmm.” I take the loofah from him. “Wasn’t expecting to find loofahs and expensive shower gel in the bathrooms of a motorcycle club,” I chuckle, covering him in suds.
“Are you seriously washing me right now?” he asks, a look of shock on his face.
“Yes, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time we kissed.”
“Wash me?”
“Shower together,” I chuckle, “look after you, wash your hair.”
“Huh.” He blushes and looks away. “They never used to have this stuff in here, but Max and Jamie stayed one time and convinced them that self-care is important. Also, that it would be a hit with the ladies if they had some nice products, pretty sure there are some face masks in the cabinet.”
“If anyone can convince a group of big burly bikers that self-care is important, it’s Jamie. I’m glad they came and stayed here with you.”
I apply some shampoo to my hand and start massaging it into his scalp, his eyes closing as he lets himself enjoy the sensations. I make a mental note to give him more head massages as he clearly seems to like it.
“Do I get to wash your hair?” he asks.
“If you want to… or is that just a way to get me on my knees in the shower.”
“What? No, I didn’t mean—”
I stop him with a kiss. “I’m joking, baby. Well, about getting on my knees for you to wash my hair, I’m not that tall. I will be getting on my knees for you though.” I kiss him again before he has a chance to respond, trailing my hand down his body to grip his hard cock in my hand.
He moans. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I was about to say I don’t need to, I want to, but that would be a lie. I need this.”
I lower to my knees, looking up at him as he runs his fingers through my hair.
“You look pretty on your knees for me,” he says with a smirk.
“Brat,” I murmur, before licking a line from the base of his shaft to the tip, loving that his head falls back against the tiles with a moan.
I’ve never gone down on him in this position before, it’s hot being able to look up at him. Taking him in my mouth, I use my hand to grip him and move along his length, using my tongue around the head of his cock until he’s fisting my hair and gently pulling on it.
“Fuck, Stephen,” he moans, “I… I can’t stay standing…”
