“You may.”
“Wait. I’ll make the water less hot; you’re sensitive.”
“No, you just have the skin of a hippo.”
He lowered the temperature and moved to give me room. The water hit the tight muscles at the center of my back. I shut my eyes and sighed, my body relaxing.
“Doesn’t take much to make you purr.”
I opened my eyes and lowered my gaze, Hayden’s beautiful cock pointing at me like an invitation. I sank to my knees.
He stroked my face and tilted my head to meet his eyes. “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“If you keep acting like I’m a delicate flower, I’ll bite your cock off.”
“Okay.” He brushed my lips with his thumb, the water splashing on the back of my head. “Open your pretty mouth for me.”
I did, but instead of sliding in his cock, he slid in two fingers. I breathed through my nose as he reached down my throat, challenging my gag reflex. I held his gaze, my sight turning blurry until Hayden slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them.
“Did I pass?”
He answered by sliding his cock into my mouth. I worked my throat to take him deep until his wet pubes tickled my nose. I held onto his strong thighs for balance, encouraged by the growing tremble in his muscles. Through the sound of flowing water, his moans slipped into my ears. He held my head firmly but still left me in control of the rhythm of my sucking.
“Fuck, Jonah. Fuck, I missed this.”
Unable to speak, I held his balls and gently tugged them, pulling more moans from the center of his body. I reached behind his scrotum to massage the skin, my tongue swirlingaround his crown. The tremble in his muscles turned into a quake, his moans growing into groans. A minute later, he pulled out, his erection slick with my saliva. “I don’t want to come yet.” He helped me up and turned me around, grabbing a bar of soap. I moved the showerhead to aim at the wall and rested my palms against the tiles, my back arched in invitation.
He rubbed the soap up and down my back. When he reached my ass, I spread my legs, gasping at the intimate feeling of the soap brushing against my opening. Hayden moved it in small, teasing circles, spreading currents all across my body. I pushed my ass back to feel more, but he kept his movements slow and steady, driving me crazy.
“Bastard,” I breathed.
He reached with his other hand to grab my erection, stroking firmly and making me squirm. His other hand found its way between my legs, soaping from my ass to my crotch. It took all I had to remain steady and conscious. Luckily, he showed mercy and stopped before I completely lost control.
He washed the soap from my skin before sinking to his knees. “You have the best ass in the world.”
“I doubt it.”
I gasped when he spanked my ass and said, “That wasn’t a question. Say it.”
I cleared my throat. “I have the best ass in the world.”
He spanked me again. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I have the best ass in the whole fucking world! Poets write sonnets about it!”
He kissed the spot he’d spanked. “A bit pompous, are we?”
I braced myself when the tip of his finger pressed against my opening. “Let’s clean you up in there.”
I bit down on my bottom lip as his entire finger slid into me. He gave me time to adjust, then slowly—so freaking slowly—pulled his finger out. He did that a few more times, using water to clean me while loosening my muscles. When he bent his finger inside me, I growled and wished for something solid to hold onto instead of the smooth tiles.
I was losing myself to the rhythm of his slippery finger when I suddenly felt his tongue. It pushed into me, melting me into a puddle. He grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them wider. I unclenched as much as I could, rewarded by another slippery inch inside.
“Oh, God… I…”
He fucked me with his tongue, his stubble brushing against my sensitive skin. I felt out of my body yet strangely aware of every molecule. I wished to stroke myself but failed to move my palms from the tiles, which didn’t stop me from dripping precum onto the floor.
Hayden pulled his tongue out and stood, turning me around to face him. “Alive?”
