“I think so, but she’s not admitting it.”
“But you weren’t together,” I stated, trying to keep the question out of my voice so it didn’t seem like I was accusing him when he’d said he wasn’t with anyone.
“No.”
I waited for him to continue because the but he left off that sentence filled the room and pressed in on me. When he grabbed the shower gel and didn’t elaborate, I asked. I had to.
“But?”
His eyes locked onto his hands like a targeting system as he lathered the soap he poured into his palms. He rubbed the suds over my body, massaging the muscles as he moved from my shoulders to my feet. He kneeled, lifting one then the other with hyper focus, before turning me away from him and moving back up my body. When he reached my shoulders, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me into his chest.
“I broke things off because she caught feelings and pushed for more.”
“Oh, shit. She heard us.”
“Yeah. That’s my suspicion as well.”
“Well, now I feel like shit.”
“She knew. I told her I invited you and that we’d been together and texting.”
“Still, yet. She has feelings for you. At least, I’m assuming it’s has and not had.” When he nodded, I continued. “So, she still has feelings for you. Knowing there’s someone in the spot she had is bad enough, but having it rubbed in her face is completely different.”
“I’m aware, vato, but what would you have me do?”
“I’m not sure there’s anything you can do, but I suspect things might be strained between you for a bit.”
“I’m aware of that, too.”
We stood under the shower spray without speaking. I loved being wrapped in his arms, and if we didn’t move, my stomach didn’t protest. Much. The headache was fading as well, which meant my cock was taking notice of his nakedness and the cock poking me in the back.
Turning around, I pushed him onto the deep ledge running the width of the shower. I needed the number of whoever designed this shower. The ledge shaved off his height advantage and put him at the perfect height for me to fuck. But first, I wanted to take care of him the way he had me.
I poured shampoo into my hands, washed his hair, then moved my hands down his neck, getting my hands on his body the way I’d been dying to. I lathered him with the suds, taking my time to tease him. My fingers circled his nipples, plucking at them, groaning when I got a little rough.
“You like that?”
“Oh, yeah, carinõ, I love it. I have nipple clamps at home I’ll let you use on me.”
“Let me?”
“Yes, vato. Let you. I told you I’m always in charge. Doesn’t matter whether I’ve let you tie me up and fuck me until my eyes roll back in my head or if I’ve got you spread out under me. I’m the boss.”
His words grated on my nerves, but I pushed them away to discuss at a later time. We’d figure it out. We’d have to if the rings on our fingers meant there was a marriage certificate floating around with our names on it.
“Shut up and kiss me before you piss me off.”
“You’re asking for me to turn you over my knee.”
“I’m going to get a ball gag to stuff in that mouth of yours,” I threatened, only for him to chuckle at me.
Slipping my hand down his body, I circled his dick, stroking it, hoping if I got him worked up enough, he’d shut the fuck up.
“Stroke my cock, vato. Get me good and hard.”
I ignored the inference that he would be taking my ass again before I had him bent over. His mouth fell open in a groan when I thumbed the head of his dick while I stroked him. Pulling his mouth to mine, I plunged my tongue between his open lips.
We fought for dominance over each other through the kiss. Between sucking and licking, tongues twined and twisted together, and teeth nipped, neither of us giving an inch. He grabbed my face with both hands, pulling me closer and slanting his mouth over mine, and I gave in, letting go of his dick.
