We got out of the shower and started toweling off, but damn if I could concentrate on anything but him. His skin was flushed from the shower, his hair wet and falling over his shoulders, his cock completely hard—why the fuck weren’t my hands on him?
I put my towel aside, grabbed him, and pulled him to me, letting his towel fall to the floor at our feet. The sound he made when I kissed him was all need and surrender; and his nails dug into my shoulders as he held me to him. We were still wet from the shower—too wet to get into bed—but I couldn’t wait another minute.
I turned him and leaned him up against the bathroom counter. “I want to fuck you again,” I moaned, rubbing my dick against him. “Jesus, Avery…”
His little whimper was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. “Please do.”
“Where’s the lube?”
He snatched it off the counter since apparently one of us had been smart enough to get it on the way out of the shower. “Hurry up.” He shoved the bottle into my had. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Greedy,” I purred, and turned him around. “I love it.”
He leaned over his forearms on the counter, offering up his ass like a perfect gift. I worked fast and put a generous amount of lube on both of us. Then I pushed his knees apart, and he gasped as if his brain had just caught up and realized this was really happening. Or like he was just aroused out of his mind.
When I guided my cock to his hole, he spread his legs even wider and leaned back against me. I went slow—he’dalready come once, so he might be too sensitive to really rail him—and we both gasped as I breached him.
And just like that, I was in him again, holding onto his hips as our groans echoed off the bathroom walls while I slid in and out. Oh, God, he was beautiful. And tight. Andloud. Those choked little moans were going to be my undoing, and I thrust just a bit harder to drive more of them out of him.
“Jesus, Peyton…” He took one arm off the counter, and when he started stroking himself, his hole tightened around me. I grunted and tried for all I was worth to match his rhythm, but hell if I could think about anything except this delicious friction and this stunning man in front of me.
The steam on the mirror was starting to clear. Vague shapes resolved into a clearer image of him and me fucking over the counter, and oh, hell, that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Open your eyes,” I ordered. “Look at us.”
His eyelids fluttered, then opened, and when his eyes focused, a shiver went through him. “Oh, God…”
I ran a hand up the middle of his back and into his hair, which I gripped just tight enough to make him gasp. “You look so hot like this. Can’t decide… Can’t decide if I want to watch your face or my dick.”
He just moaned and leaned back against me.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Uh-huh. Just…” he panted. “Fuck. Put on some more lube. I want… I want ithard.”
Before he’d even finished speaking, I’d pulled out and grabbed the lube off the counter. A few strokes, and I was good and slick, and Avery whined as I thrust back into him.
“That better?” I growled in his ear, and thrust again.
He moaned, clawing at the marble wall. “Fuuuck, yeah.”
“Not too sensit?—”
“More.”
“Oh, God…” I had to grab his hips just to keep myself upright.
Avery pumped himself furiously, his curses and groans echoing off the marble all around us. So damn hot. So damn…
I wanted to see more.
I stopped and pulled out, and before he could protest, I manhandled him around and started toward the bedroom. “Got a better idea,” I whispered, and he went without arguing, stumbling a little on his way to the bed.
“Here.” I stopped him beside the bed and stole a long kiss. Then I told him to lie back with his ass right up to the edge. From his grin, he knew where this was going.
With his legs around my waist, I pushed back inside, and Avery was already stroking himself as he arched off the bed and begged, “Hard. Do it hard.”
“Exactly what I had in mind,” I said through my teeth, and I gave it to himhard. The bed shrieked and shook, and Avery cried out all kinds of pleas for more in between curses and wordless, needy sounds as his hand blurred on his own dick. Totally worth stopping to change position, because this was an even hotter view. I loved the way he looked, laid out in front of me like that, jerking himself off for all he was worth while I pounded his tight ass. Every muscle in his body stood out, including that mouthwatering six-pack, and every stroke one of us took registered on his face as pure bliss.
