“Quite possibly,” I admitted. “I seem to have quickly developed an addiction to you and I don’t want to let go.”
I teased the slit of his cock, tentatively at first before increasing the speed of my long strokes.
“Don’t stop, Mace,” he begged, allowing his head to fall back on my shoulder. I reached up and turned his mouth to mine, kissing him hard enough to steal his breath.
“I don’t plan on it,” I promised him. I bit down on the side of his neck and the room was filled with the sound of him shouting my name, begging me to give him more. “I have no clue how this is going to work, but I don’t ever want to stop making you feel good.”
Sean reached around and dug his fingers into my ass, pulling me closer with every jerk of my hand. Someday, preferably soon, I wanted to know what it felt like to bury my cock deep inside his body and vice versa.
Until then, I made a silent vow to find a way to make him soar as often as possible.
“Mason, I’m going to come if you keep that up,” he warned me; his voice rough and words stilted.
“I sure as fuck hope so.” I laughed as I peppered kisses across his shoulders. “I may not have much experience stroking other guys off, but I’d like to think I’m fairly adept at the task.”
“More than… oh, God… Mason…” Sean turned in my embrace, and my knees buckled from the desire shining in his normally icy blue eyes.
Our mouths locked together, our tongues wrestling as he thrust hard and fast into my hand. I cried out when his fingers curled around my cock and he began stroking in time with my motions.
I felt my sac tighten as Sean jerked me.
Too soon.
I didn’t want this moment to end. Luckily, Sean seemed to have the same wish. He let go of my cock and turned my body so I faced the back wall of the shower before I knew what was happening.
“Spread your legs,” he growled into my ear as he shoved a foot between mine, kicking my right leg out to the side. “Last night you took care of me. Now, it’s my turn.”
I pressed my hands against the wet tile, wishing there was a towel bar or something for me to hold onto as I felt Sean’s hands traveling over my skin.
He kneaded the muscles in my back, kissed every vertebra of my spine. My head thumped against the wall as I tried to look under my arm to see what he was doing.
My knees nearly buckled when I saw him drop down so he was kneeling behind me. Until I saw the suds gliding down my legs and toward the drain, my mind hadn’t registered that he was actually washing me. He wasn’t only taking care of me sexually, but physically as well. I bit my lower lip to keep from telling him how much that gesture meant to me.
“Relax, Mace,” Sean urged.
That was easier said than done with his hands cupping my ass. I had an idea of what was to come. Things I’d never thought I wanted, but now craved. Pleasure I couldn’t even imagine, all because it was being given to me by Sean.
His fingers felt as thick as the shaft of a baseball bat as he trailed them over my taint. I’d never been touched there by anyone other than myself, and the sensations didn’t even compare.
Sean’s breath chilled my damp skin as he languorously spread my cheeks. A flush crept up the cheeks on my face as I imagined him staring at a place I still struggled to define as sexual. “Mace, I want to make this good for you, but you have to let me.”
“I’m yours,” I assured him. The choice of words embarrassed me and turned me on at the same time.
Iwashis.
I knew as long as he wanted me around, I’d take whatever pieces of himself he was willing to offer.
I crossed my arms on the wall in front of me to create a cushion for my forehead. One finger gently pressed against the puckered flesh of my ass. “Fuck, don’t stop!”
I thought it couldn’t get any better than feeling Sean teasing my hole, and then he did the unthinkable. I’d seen it in porn, but never understood why a man would want to put his mouth there.
My back arched as Sean’s pointed tongue licked me from one end to the other, one hand spreading me wide as the other stroked my cock. He continued fucking me with his tongue until he left me unable to do anything other than plead incoherently for him to give me more.
“Turn around,” he instructed, and I obeyed.
Sean stood and sealed his mouth over mine. The musky taste on his tongue wasn’t as unpleasant as I’d expected it to be. I moaned when he fisted my hair in both of his hands, yanking me right to the edge of pain. All it did was drive me higher, aching for release.
He dropped to his knees once again and sucked me into his mouth. I held onto his shoulders, more for balance than anything else as he licked and sucked my dick while teasing me once again with his fingers.
