Arush’s lips part. His hand moves a bit more rapidly over his cock. His balls bounce, wiggle like bells. The thought almost makes me snort. Do I hear them jingling? Well… I hear the rattle in his breathing. That counts, right?
He leans against the wall; his free hand drops to his balls, and he cups them. His stroking quickens. His hips begin rocking a bit with each downward stroke.
Is he getting close? Already?
I look into his face again, and like last time, he’s watching me. His eyebrows are knitted together. His lips parted. His chest heaving slightly.
“Come,” I murmur. “I want to see you come.”
His answering groan can only be described as sensual. It’s deep. I can feel it in my chest. His dick spurts like a water pistol. His abdominal muscles flex, accentuating the lines of his toned stomach. They’re not quite as pronounced as some, but they’re sexy all the same. As is the prominent V that points down to this leaking dick at the fulcrum.
Arush’s head falls back against the tile as he lazily rubs his cock. The hand on his balls falls to his side, and he lets out a deep breath. I still watch him. Waiting. A minute passes, and his eyelids flutter open again.
He looks at me, and there’s pink on his cheeks.
“Can I kiss you now?” I ask.
The slight indent of his bottom lip suggests that he’s chewing. He nods. I close the distance between us, but don’t press against him entirely. Only my chest touches him against his arm. Icup the side of his face and kiss him. Licking into his mouth as if I can share his pleasure in a more controlled, enjoyable environment for me.
Arush sighs. The arm at his side wraps loosely around my waist as we share sweet, exploratory kisses. Even this moment following his orgasm isn’t sexy between us. There’s no pressure. No expectations on either of us.
This is probably one of my absolute favorite sexual experiences of my entire life. I didn’t have to be a part of it, and yet, in a way, I was.
“You really liked watching?” he asks.
I’m surprised he asks because it’s not my first time. Then again, it’s only my third time.
“Very much.”
“What’s it like?” he asks, his eyes dropping to my soft cock hanging between my legs.
I shake my head, unsure how to put it into words. “I don’t know how to explain. It’s… beautiful. Intimate. Sexy. I love that you let me be a part of it without wanting something from me. In a way, it made me feel like I’m more of a part of it, which sounds counterintuitive.”
Arush gives me a smile. It’s small but sweet.
“What about you? Does it bother you that I’m here at all?”
“I’ve never had someone watch me get off before you,” he admits. “I wouldn’t have thought I’d like it. Orgasms have felt private, but the moment I saw you watching, it was just different. The way you look at me is different. Like… I imagine there’s want there, but I know that’s not what I’m really seeing, and I feel relaxed. Relieved. Assured in the moment, I suppose, because you’re content to only watch.”
I press my lips to his jaw. “I’m definitely happy to watch. Even if it doesn’t appear that way physically.”
“Sex is different for everyone,” Arush says, turning his body so he’s angled to be facing me more fully, and resting his face into the crook of my neck. “I’ve tried a lot of different sexual experiences, and the few moments I’ve shared with you are the best of them all. The best orgasms. The biggest arousals. The most intense… pleasure. I understand how it can feel counterintuitive.” He laughs quietly.
From beyond the bathroom door, I can hear my phone ringing. Probably one of the guys, wondering if we got lost. I sigh.
“We should get cleaned up for real now. They’re going to track us down if we don’t head out soon.”
Arush nods. His lips press to my neck and linger for a second. I can feel the warmth of his kiss seep into my skin, hitch a ride within my veins, and fill my chest.
He steps back, and together we wash, in silence.
CHAPTER 30
ARUSH
“This is Julian’s friend, Arush.”
The words whisper in my head as soon as I wake up. Julian’s friend. That’s how Hilt introduced me to this wife yesterday afternoon when we arrived at Keno and Etna’s house. Julian’s friend.
