I still can’t believe what an idiot I was all that time I managed to bury my attraction to him; how could anyonenotfind Jackson sexy as hell?
Needless to say, I’m hard as fuck. I woke up with a semi, and seeing Jackson climb out of bed and stride naked across the apartment did not help the situation whatsoever. Now I’m a hopeless cause.
And, of course, Jackson doesn’t miss a thing. “Let me help,” he says, reaching for my dick.
It’s so fucking tempting. Standing here under the hot water, holding Jackson in my arms while he jerks me off—that sounds like the best start to a morning ever. But this whole sponge bath thing is supposed to be about him and his pleasure.
“Not right now,” I tell him gently, grabbing his hand before he can get it around my cock. Then I lean forward and brush a soft kiss to his lips. “Let me take care of you for once, okay? Now turn around.”
He returns the kiss, murmuring, “You’re always taking care of me, Sky. And you don’t even realize it.” Moving back, he offers a broad grin. “But if you insist on rubbing soapy hands all over my body I’m not going to refuse.”
He turns around and I’m unable to hold back a groan as I’m presented with that incredible ass. Yeah, maybe front-on would have been better.
My reaction seems to amuse Jackson, if the way his shoulders are shaking is any indication.
“Stop laughing, it’s not funny,” I grumble.
“Sorry,” he says a little sheepishly, reaching for the watermelon-scented shower gel we use and passing it to me. “I just wasn’t expecting that sound to come out of your mouth just then. It’s the sound you make when you’re really hungry and you smell bacon.”
“Ah, fuck,” I say on another groan, ducking my head to press against Jackson’s nape.
“What?”
“I don’t want to say.”
“I want to know,” he insists. “We talked about this. I always want to know.”
I let out a resigned sigh. “You mentioned bacon, and I thought your ass is probably tastier than bacon.”
He’s quiet for a moment and then says, “That might feel…kind of nice…”
I shake my head from side to side, then move back, straightening up. “No. Maybe some other time, when you’ve actually had a chance to think about it. Not today.”
“Sky…”
“Today’s sponge bath day,” I remind him, squeezing some of the shower gel into my hands and rubbing them together until I have some good foam happening.
“Mmm…I could definitely do this every morning,” Jackson murmurs as I run my soapy hands over his torso while my lips press kisses onto the wet skin of his neck.
“Then we will,” I say softly. “This can be our new bathroom routine.”
“Mmmm…only two problems with that,” he says.
“Problems?”
“Uh huh…” He doesn’t speak for a while, instead letting out soft hums of pleasure as I continue to run my hands over him. Finally, he says, “Problem one—I don’t want to give up our normal morning routine.”
“Mmm, yeah. That is a conundrum. What’s problem two?” I ask, giving my hands a momentary break from their roaming to squeeze a tiny bit of shampoo into my palm so I can wash his hair—what little of it there is.
“Time. We don’t—ahh…”he breaks off with a groan as I turn my attention to his scalp. “Mmm…that feels good.”
“We could get up earlier,” I suggest, making the assumption that problem number two is the very same thing that’s kept me from doing this until now.
“Huh?”
I chuckle and guide Jackson’s head under the spray to rinse off, before reaching for the conditioner. “You said we don’t have enough time. I suggested we get up earlier.”
“Yeah, but then we’d need to get up earlier,” he murmurs.
