About ten minutes later the door opened, and I didn’t look to see if it was Jake. I had a feeling Logan wouldn’t be coming in here.
“Did we scare him?” I asked with a smile when I sensed him getting closer. He pecked his lips against mine, and I tipped my head back for another kiss, which he obliged.
“No, I don’t think so. I took him some clothes for tomorrow. He seems fine.”
I opened my eyes in time to see Jake slip off his boxers, and licked my lips when his plump dick and tight balls were revealed. Beckoning him to come sit in front of me, I spread my legs to make room for him. He slipped into the water and sat with his back against my chest, and I curled my arms around him, dragging him as close as I could get him. I pressed my nose to his neck and inhaled. He smelled like sex and sweat, one of my favorite combinations on his skin.
“Did he ever say what gets his blood pumping?” Jake asked as he settled against my chest. I didn’t have to look at his face to know he’d closed his eyes like he usually did when we had a bath together. There was nothing more relaxing.
“I assumed he was straight.”
He snorted. “My gaydar says otherwise.”
I reached around to pinch Jake’s pierced nipple and he hissed. Laughing, I said, “Don’t start this disagreement again. There’s no such thing as gaydar.”
“Is so. I could tell the minute you walked into the shop that you were gay, and it was because of my gaydar.” He shot me a grin over his shoulder.
This time it was me who snorted. “You sure that didn’t have anything to do with me checking you out? Because trust me, I did that the moment I walked through the door.”
He chuckled and grabbed my hand when I went to pinch his nipple again. Raising it to his mouth, he playfully bit my thumb. “Nope. Gaydar.”
I rolled my eyes. “Humor me, then. You think Logan is gay?”
“Gay, bi, pan. I don’t know, but he’s something.” He shrugged.
“Because he got hard when we were having sex in front of him? Any normal guy would have that reaction, sweetheart.” Scooping up some of the water, I splashed it on Jake’s chest, then ran my hand over his skin, flicking his piercing again. He moaned and the sound went straight to my cock. “I would get hard watching a het couple fucking, too.”
“Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” he teased over his shoulder again. I seized his chin before he could look away and slammed my lips against his until I dominated him, owned him, and he was nothing more than a whimpering mess beneath my mouth. That’s how I needed him—pliant and submissive. Mine.
We stayed there for a few minutes, kissing with my hand sliding over his chest and down his stomach. His breath hitched when I grabbed his cock and tugged at it, my thumb petting his slit until he gasped.
“I don’t need to tell you anything,” I whispered against his lips, licking at the bottom one. “You know I crave you.”
“I know,” he whimpered out, pouting with his lips, begging like a thirsty man would for water. “I love you. Please.”
I tightened my hold on his cock, and he hissed between his teeth. The skin of his chest glittered under the light from the water I’d splashed on it earlier. With my other hand I grabbed his throat, pressing down on the vulnerable flesh just enough to make him gasp again. “Please what?”
“Fuck. Let me come.” He arched his back when my hold on his neck tightened, and he shivered so hard that I felt it against me as it went through his body. Having him so eager and needy did things to me, and my cock felt like a rock caught between my stomach and his lower back.
I licked the shell of his ear and grabbed the lobe between my teeth, biting down until I left an indent on his skin and his breathing grew faster. Finally moving my hand around his cock, I got a good grasp on it and jerked him off in a slow, torturous slide of skin against skin that had him babbling nonsense.
Pleasure sizzled through me, settling in the pit of my stomach as I rocked myself against his back, getting the friction I needed on my sensitive cock and balls. The water sloshed with us and splashed out of the tub and onto the tiles. I didn’t think Logan could hear us from his bedroom, but the thought that he could walk out in the hallway and listen to us fucking against each other sent desire skyrocketing through me.
I jerked Jake off faster and he moaned, throwing his head back onto my shoulder as I squeezed at his airway then released the pressure again. We did this sometimes to get off, and I usually had to judge if he was in the right mood for it or not, but this was one of those nights where I knew heneededthis kind of pleasure.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck yeah.” He whimpered and humped his hips forward into my grip, and I knew he was close by how erratic his breath got under my fingers.
“Come for me,” I whispered into his ear. “Show me how much you love me.”
Jake shivered harder against me, then stiffened, his back arching as he let out a gasp. His hot cum slicked my fingers, and I grinned, kissing his cheek. I wasn’t far behind him, and all I needed to do was drag him back against me and get a few good thrusts and my orgasm exploded, my already oversensitive balls releasing everything I had.
I collapsed against the tub, my skin tingling.
“You’re going to have to wash my back now,” Jake teased.
I laughed. “You know I will.”
After we were done cleaning up, we dried ourselves off, put on our pajamas, and went back to the room. Logan was very quiet, so I assumed he’d gone to bed.
