My hand patted the shelf where I spied the shower oil and popped the top. He pulled away from the kiss, looking for the noise.
“What’s that?”
“A substitute,” I replied, drizzling the silky slick golden liquid into my palm.
I smacked the control on the wall for the handheld shower and rinsed all the soap from him. Letting it drop, I gripped his hot, hard cock with both hands, stroking him from root to tip. His head fell back onto his shoulders, and a long, deep moan filled the room.
He’d had me at his mercy so many damn times I’d not been able to appreciate just how beautiful a sex-drunk Hayden was. Unable to take my eyes from his face, I blindly drizzled more oil over his dick, getting my fingers slick. I switched hands and nudged his legs up so his heels rested on the ledge and traced a finger over his pucker.
A whimper fell from his open mouth, and his dark chocolate gaze met mine. He said nothing, but his chest quickened, rising and falling as he panted. I teased his hole, tapping on it, pressing against it, but not breaching him.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Get on with it.”
I couldn’t stop the smirk that played at the corners of my mouth. Well, it was begging, but I’d take it.
“Open up for me, Papi.”
I pressed in, finger fucking him with it, searching for and finding the spot I was looking for. As I pegged it, his hand shot out and gripped my throat, constricting my airway a little too much for a moment. He repositioned his hand.
“Color,” he groaned the question.
“Green.”
Determined not to let him take control, I worked another finger into him. His ass clenched around my fingers as I scissored them open, stretching him. I watched them move in and out of him, and it was my turn for my breath to quicken. Adding a third digit, he tensed, and I paused, waiting for him to adjust.
“I’m good. Keep going.”
I moved, twisting my hand. My knuckles grazed him just right, and he gasped. For someone who said they were vers, he was tight. So damn tight.
“That’s enough. Fuck me before I shove you face-first onto this ledge and do the job myself.”
I couldn’t wait to get him wrapped around my dick, so I pulled my fingers from him, slicked up my dick, and pressed into him. His long legs wrapped around me, taking over, topping from the bottom. He pulled me into him. His face pinched, but he didn’t let me slow down. He forced himself to take me, and I was powerless to stop him. His ass swallowed my cock in one go.
“Holy shit, Papi.”
The onslaught of being inside him overwhelmed me. My head fell forward, and I took his mouth with mine, only for him to pull away before I could lose myself in him. He moved his legs to my shoulders.
“Fuck me, vato. Tear my ass up.”
I gripped his thighs, dragging him closer to me as I moved in and out of him, thrusting hard and fast. His hand slackened, falling from my throat to wrap around his dick, both of us close to coming already.
Rocking into him, over and over, my eyes roved over his features. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous he was. His face and muscular frame were a work of art. Dips and grooves of rippling strength that I wanted to spend hours, days, and weeks watching. Then, I wanted to start over, letting my fingers follow the same path my eyes took but beginning the journey again with my tongue.
Did I think he’d ever lay still and let me worship him? Given how he seized control from me?
Never.
And I’m not sure if I’d ever be okay with that.
But…
I didn’t think I could walk away from how he made me feel otherwise.
His ass spasmed around me. His cock spurted, cum mixing with the water raining down on him from above before vanishing. My balls tightened, and I followed him off the edge, filling him.
He pushed up on one hand, wrapping the other around the back of my neck. “So fucking good,” he groaned before taking my mouth.
When we parted, I helped him to his feet, laughing at himself when his knees wobbled.
