“Letting you take charge and clean it off of me,” I lift my chin and tell him, gulping down my insecurity. This can go one of two ways, and I’m hoping the way he chooses doesn’t leave me with a broken nose.
“You can wash yourself,” he huffs.
I nod, relieved that it appears my nose is safe… for now. “You’re absolutely right. I can. But I’d rather you take control of one of your triggers.”
He glares at me, and the heat emanating off of it sends a bolt of excitement straight to my groin. He eyes the twitch of my dick, and I can practically feel the rumble in his chest from the growl that rolls from his throat. His fists clench, and his jaw ticks, but his own cock starts to swell. Reflexively, I reach up and brace my snout for impact.
“It’s one of those whole body deodorants,” I tack on, adding to the fire that flickers in his amber-hued eyes.
“You did this on purpose,” he accuses, and I shake my head, lowering my hand.
“I had no idea the mint was an issue, Gordy. Please trust me enough to know I wouldneverpurposely do that to you.” Then I lean in closer,my lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Trust these words, above all else. I would never,everhurt you.”
His whole body shudders, goosebumps cropping up in the wake of my statement. He seems to mull over my promise to him a bit, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. Indecision wars behind his heated gaze—desire and hesitancy battling against one another.
Without a word, his jaw clenched, he takes the bar of soap and starts running it over my body. I tilt my chin, allowing him to start at my neck, then letting himself work his way down my pecs and around to my upper back. His eyes never leave mine as he swirls the soap around in circles on my super-heated flesh.
He crowds me into the corner. His thigh nudging between my legs as I lift one arm first, then the other, and allow him to scrub away the scent from my armpits. He presses his body in close, his nose slowly dusting over my skin as he wraps his arms around me, passing the soap from one hand to the other as he gets my lower back.
“I’m clean,” I tell him, suddenly overly aware this is going to get very fucking sexy, very fucking quickly.
“I know, I just scrubbed you down,” he murmurs in my ear, his now-bearded cheek bristling against my stubbled one.
“I meant, like, I haven’t done anything with anyone since—well, it’s been years…”
“Oh.” He pauses, and I can feel him biting the inside of his cheek. “I haven’t either, and I’ve been tested.”
My cock aches with the need for friction, pinned next to his between our lathered bodies. I gasp as the soap hits the floor, and in the next second, his slick hand wraps around both of our dicks. I groan, perhaps a little too loudly, as he makes a few solid, languid pumps of us together.
“Are you sure?” I whisper to him as his cheek grazes mine again, his head tilting back. The last thing I need to do is set him off twice in one night, but—maybe if he takes the reins on this horse-and-pony show, it’ll be, I don’t fuckin’ know,therapeutic?
He bites his lip and nods, muffling a grunt as he tugs harder, his palm ghosting over both of our crowns, pre-cum mixing with the soap. His other hand comes up, roughly gripping the nape of my neck as he twists us both together. I spare a glance downward as he pumps us.
Of course he’s bigger than I am. Every bit of the man is totally inked-up and god-like in appearance. Why would he have anything less than the Holy Grail of uncut manhood swinging between his legs too? If there were ever any question about just how down I am for dick, I’d say that is clearly answered by the aching need I have to see him painted in my cum.
Needing more, I find my hands gravitating towards the globes of his ass, my fingertips digging into his flesh as my palms find their home on him. I pull us even closer together, pistoning my hips into his tight grip. Not for the first time, I wonder if I should be touching him at all, given his history, but…
“Fuuuck, Gannett,” he groans, easing my concern, holding his slippery hand still and matching me thrust for thrust. His dark brown locks smell just like his shampoo—the very one I’ve spent weeks now sniffing in here like some sort of creep—as he nips his way down my jaw and neck.
“Is this okay?” I ask him, grabbing another generous handful of his muscular ass.
“Stop treating me like I’m broken,” he hisses back.
He grips my neck harder, his pace quickening. He groans more, and I try to kiss him to muffle the noise. The glare I’m levelled with tells methatwas the wrong move, however.
No kissing. Got it.
The slapping of our skin gets louder and more intense as we rut into each other with more fury. God, I hope my girls sleep through this racket. If they didn’t ask questions about Gordy and I sleeping together, they surely will about him and Ishoweringtogether.That’snot something I’m ready to hear from Sarah about. She already made it abundantly clear she doesn’t care much for him, though she’s not gotten to know the man underneath the steely exterior like I have.
Gordy suddenly sucks in a breath, his body going rigid. He emits a choked sound, just as his dick starts to swell even more beside mine. I allow a couple of my fingers to tease their way into the dip of the small of his back, and coast their way down his soap-slicked crease. He doesn’t tell me to back off, so I don’t. I press a finger to his tight rim, and he shudders.
My whispered, “Come on me, Gordy. I’ve got you,” sends him straight over the edge. I force his hand out of the way as he rides out his release, taking over stroking him through it myself. As soon as the first ropes of cum start spurting out onto me, all up my chest and over top of my hand, my own orgasm feels eminent.
With the pad of his thumb, he swipes some of his release off my chest and brings it up to my lips to feed it to me. I track his gaze, his pupils blown wide, as I suck his coated thumb between my lips, and swirl my tongue—eagerly tasting him. I’ve given my own a taste before, curiosity getting the better of me, but his is something totally different. Heady, musky, tangy.
Addictive.
I release his thumb with an audiblepop. “Oh, shit. Oh, fuuuuck… I’m coming,” I whimper, gasping. Waves of pleasure topple me into him, my own cum mixing with his as we writhe together—covering usin what can only be accurately described as onefucking hotmess of pure ecstasy.
