His wet head dropped toward his chest, and I worked him over, massaging the soap over his tense skin until it was pliant. Clouds of steam created a veil, and water splashed against my feet and calves as I worked my way down to his hips and well-defined ass.
“Didn’t we just do this, this morning?” I murmured, fingers sliding through his crack.
“It feels like so long ago,” Drew whispered, widening his stance so I’d have more room.
The tile was unforgiving and wet when I lowered to my knees. Starting with his ankles, I worked up each leg, kneading the muscles and soaping his skin until suds dripped between us to swirl in the water puddled on the floor.
He moaned quietly, leaning his arms against the wall and resting his head on them, giving up his body to my hands. The offering of his lower half was too tempting to deny, and I abandoned the soap to fill my hands with his cheeks and pull them apart.
Rivulets of water ran across his lower back and through his newly bared crack, making him drip and glisten.
His moan echoed through the room when I licked up the center then dove in without hesitation. Drew wasreallyinto oral stimulation. Dude had always been a sucker for a blow job, but as the years went on, I realized he loved my mouth on him anywhere he could get it. He also really loved having his mouth on me.
I circled my tongue around his rim, slurping up the water gathering there and prodding his entrance with the tip. Hissing, he pushed back hard enough that I penetrated slightly. A shiver rolled through his body, and I dug my fingers into his hips and tugged.
“Shit,” he rasped when my tongue went deeper, and I swirled and thrust into his opening.
I loved the little sounds he made. Like he was helpless against the way I made him feel. I kept at him, teasing his hole and then sucking on the rim until it was loose and his knees were quivering. Turning my face, I kissed across his cheek and around to his hip, nibbling on the skin while dipping a finger into his body.
“Please, T,” he whispered, reaching around to dig his fingers into my arm.
“Please, what?”
A frustrated sound bounced off the tiles. “You know.”
Withdrawing, I stood slowly, and Drew straightened slightly to deliver a disgruntled glare over his shoulder.
“T,” he whined, and I snatched him from behind and yanked, bringing his wet, naked body right against mine.
I held him tight around the waist with one arm and wrapped my free hand around the front of his throat, applying just enough pressure to feel an uptake in his breathing.
I held him tight enough that I knew my dick was stabbing him and he could feel every part of me from shoulder to thigh. Leaning in, I sucked his ear between my lips, and he squirmed in my hold.
“I know what you need, baby. I’m right here to give it to you.”
His chest rose and fell heavily as I slid the hand at his waist lower to grab his cock. Water poured over us as I slid up and down, turning my wrist just a little at the tip.
His hand went behind us, fingers digging into my ass, trying to pull me closer. His dick was hot beneath the water, so hard it seemed to have a pulse of its own.
I thrust against him, sliding my dick along his crack, fucking into him without breaching his hole.
Another impatient sound rumbled in his throat, but before it could make it out, I pushed two fingers into his mouth right against his tongue. He locked onto them, sucking as if his life depended on it, and I used the distraction to grab the lube behind the shampoo and pour it all over my cock. The second the cool, slippery liquid hit his crack, he pulled off my fingers and bent, practically showing me his ass.
Gripping the sides of his narrow waist, I pushed through the tight ring with one solid thrust. Both of us groaned, and my absflexed so tight that a wave of nausea rolled over me. But then it was gone, and I buried myself until our skin met and I was completely inside him.
He purred, and I pushed his shoulders down, letting water rain over his back and sluice off his hips. My eyes lingered on the lines of his body, how he made a perfect V, and then lower to where my body invaded his.
Slowly, I pulled back, eyes fixated and completely obsessed with the way his ass tried to suck me back in. After that, I unleashed, letting loose the part of me that needed to claim him. I pounded into him, our grunts and slapping skin making a rhythm of their own.
Even though we were in the shower, beads of sweat formed on my hairline and lower back. The muscles in my thighs strained, but I didn’t stop chasing the high that was Drew’s body.
When he started to slide down the wall, I yanked him back against me. His back to my chest, his head fell back so I could feel his panting breaths as we strained together.
“Come for me, baby,” I rasped, straining onto tiptoes as I fought the urge to let go.
Drew felt around and then grabbed my hand, yanking it to his dick. “Hold me,” he whispered.
I slid my hand up his shaft and cupped his head. “Give it to me, Drew. Fill me up.”
