I was, as they say, all in.
It was okay, though, if he needed reassurance for some reason. I could do that. So I let him soap me up, rinse me off, give me another hand job, and when he started stroking his own hard cock, I dropped to my knees.
He smirked down at me. “Wanna suck me off too?”
I nodded. “’Course I do.” I opened for him and he fed me his cock, sinking his fingers into my hair at the same time. I closed my eyes and let him guide me, using the pressure of his fingertips against my scalp to tell me how dirty he wanted this.
He never quite pushed me as far as I could go, and this time was no exception. He pushed his hips forward, but there was no resistance on the back of my head to hold me there, make me take it.
I didn’t move anyway, letting him thrust his cock deep into my throat, swallowing around him even though my eyeswatered. Thankfully, the spray disguised that fact, or he would have pulled back, and I didn’t want him to do that.
It wasn’t that I wanted him to be brutal. I just didn’t want him to be careful. I wanted him to trust me that I could take more than he thought I could. That I wanted to take more.
He rocked his hips slowly, almost gently, until I made a growling noise up at him.
“More?” he asked.
Of course more. I nodded.
He quickened his pace, and I sucked and swirled my tongue, doing my best to drive him so nuts he lost control. I needed him to lose control, just once. I think he needed it too, though he’d never admit it.
I didn’t have long enough to work on him, though, before his fingers tightened in my hair and the sweet tug at my roots made me moan. That was it. The rumble of sound around his dick set him off and he spilled down my throat.
It was good to feel him tremble, and, just for a moment, hold my head in place while his cock pulsed and his come spurted into me. For that moment, he held me trapped against him, and it was so perfect, the rest didn’t matter.
He was wobbly when he finally pulled out, and I braced him with a hand on his thigh as I gazed up at him.
“You are so fucking good at that,” he rasped, petting fingers through my hair, his other hand braced against the tiles behind me.
I grinned up at him. “I know.”
He snorted. “Get up here. I need to kiss you.”
I practically jumped to my feet, mashing my mouth over his as soon as I could reach him.
He delved his tongue deep into my mouth, as if needing to taste the mingled flavour of us on my tongue. I moaned again,loving this possessive side of him that thrilled me these rare times he let it show.
This was the guy I’d followed out of a party, for no good reason I could have told you at the time, other than he sounded like he was sure I was his, even though that had been the first time we’d ever spoken to each other, other than when he ordered coffee where I worked.
This was the guy I would follow anywhere. Do whatever he needed, even quit every other guy but him, if that was his hard limit.
We kissed and tangled and tousled under the spray for a long while before finally soaping once more, then rinsing off.
By the time we were done, we had the energy to throw pizza pockets in the microwave, eat standing in the kitchen, then fall into bed.
When he curled onto his side, I spooned him tight. The deep sigh he finally released when I had both arms around him, legs pretzeled with his, was a relief.
It was odd, the way he could be the complete boss of us the entire time, only here, in the dark, it was like he needed something else, and all I had for him was this wrapping him up in my body and hoping it was enough.
Nuzzling the back of his neck, I whispered into his ear. “Thank you for tonight.”
He grunted and shifted back, pressing harder against me, nestling his ass against my groin.
“I love you, Perry Hasting.”
“Love you too, Ev.”
I could tell by the sluggishness of his voice he was already half-asleep, so I kissed the back of his neck, closed my eyes, and let the tickle of his curls around my face and the sounds of his breathing lull me to sleep.
