I spun around, my arms sliding up around his neck. “Alex is in the shower with me. Not Sasha.”
He laughed, taking my lips with his. Slow, sensual sips turned to long, deep tongue thrusting kisses, our cocks rising to join the fun. His hands slid from my waist to my butt, his fingers kneading the flesh there, pulling the muscles apart. He dipped his fingers into the crease and played with my hole.
“I can’t get enough of you. You’re like a fucking drug.”
From his lips across his jaw to his ear and down his neck, I left a line of nips and kisses as I whispered, “Same. I crave the way you make me feel. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt or experienced.”
He tilted his head back, his eyes locking with mine as he asked, “And you’re sure you’re okay with things?”
A pinching pulled at my brow as I tried figuring out what he meant. “What do you mean?”
TWENTY-SEVEN
SASHA
Pins and needles prickled across my skin as trepidation tingled through me. I uttered the question without thinking it through, and now I had no clue how to broach the concern plaguing me.
Pulling my hand from the boy’s ass took effort, but the questions I had would make playing with his hole weird even for a freak like me. Needing something to keep us somewhat distracted, I picked up the shampoo on the shower ledge, massaging his scalp and hair until suds crowned his head. He rolled his head back on his shoulders as he cuddled closer to me.
“In the club,” I started, “you said something about it being your first time, but you quickly added to it, saying it was your first time at the club.”
He hummed, but said nothing. His body didn’t tense up, so I forged ahead.
“Given the way you said it, I thought you were a virgin, and you were because rape and abuse, whichever it was, they don’t count…”
He pulled his head from my shoulder, looking up at me. Tears gathered and pooled in his eyes, and I kissed his forehead, then tilted his head back to rinse out the soap suds.
When our eyes met again, he lifted his brow, so I continued, “I want to make sure that the things we’ve done, what we’ve shared… that it’s not been triggering for you.”
“I have safe words, right? If I used them, you’d respect them. You stopped immediately when you checked in with me that night, and I said I didn’t know. Then today you made me speak and reminded me of them again.”
“I know…
“I hear another but.” He chuckled at the growl that rumbled in my throat and said, “There’s something about you, Alex, that makes me free, safe. Protected. And, I might make a mistake, but I feel like I can trust you. Trust comes hard for me. Nearly freaking impossible. So much so, I have one close friend. One. That’s it. But I know in my gut that you won’t hurt me.”
“Never intentionally. Unless it’s a kink thing and it’s something you want and have asked for and consented to.”
“You spanking me was hot,” he murmured.
My head fell back as I laughed. “Baby boy, that was a smack on your ass while you got dicked down. That wasn’t anywhere close to a spanking.”
“What’s the difference?”
I groaned as images of him strapped to a bench or a St. Andrew’s cross assaulted my mind. My cock filled, plumping at the sights I conjured, my memory providing me with the sounds I’d heard him make.
“Considering your dick is poking at me, it’s something you like.”
Laughter bubbled up out of me. God, this boy. He was a breath of fresh air and everything I’d ever wanted, but hid from, when I left hockey. With him in front of me, the years alone made sense. I was waiting for him.
I smacked a kiss to his forehead, then said, “The question is, would you like it?”
He smiled, his face pinkening up, his eyes trained on my chest as he shrugged. I didn’t expect him to respond, but the boy surprised me at every turn.
“If it feels as good as you swatting me did, I’m down,” he said, his voice soft but eager if the twitch of his dick was anything to go by.
The sound of his words fell silent, and he stilled. His shoulders slumped, and he took a step back, pulling out of my embrace.
“What’s wrong, baby boy?”
