“You. Keep touching yourself.”
“Okay.”
I took a step back, keeping one hand against the tile by Riot’s head to brace myself, while the other went back to my dick.
Riot stared back at me hungrily. His own cock hung, mostly soft, between his legs. He didn’t even reach for it, completely mesmerized by me and the slow, careful strokes of my hand.
“Do you like what you see? Do you like watching me?”
“Mm-hmm. It’s funny that this didn’t happen sooner, isn’t it? All these years together . . .” He trailed off with a shrug.
I frowned, thinking about his words. It had taken until now because I’d been extremely careful to make sure my feelings had stayed hidden. I’d never dared to take that step because I’d been sure I would be rejected. I threw my head back, the water beating on my face. It was stupid how scared I was to voice it, even now. I’d told Riot he was it for me. He knew I’d lied about the scholarship all those years ago. I knew he loved me, so why did letting go of this final thing feel insurmountable?
“Don’t think about that right now,” I said instead of spilling my guts. My voice was rough, but I kept going. “There’s no timeline we have to follow.”
Riot cupped his balls. “I don’t know what changed.”
I shrugged and sped up my strokes. “Does it matter? As long as you’re comfortable with it.”
“I am. Shit, Ko, can I touch you? I want to be the one?—”
My lips tipped up in a smile. “You want to be the one to make me come?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Come here. Touch me.”
Riot closed the small distance between us. His eyes met mine, and before anything else, he leaned over and kissed me.
I melted into him. I was so distracted by Riot’s lips, lost in thoughts of how lucky I was that I finally got to have this, that his hand on my cock took me by surprise.
“Fuck, you’re thick.” I was a little wider than Riot, though I’d say we were both about average in length. “Can you tell me what to do? What do you like?”
I kissed the top of his head. “Just saying shit like that is enough.”
Riot shot me a look. “Koa . . .”
“Fine. A little tighter, baby. Just like that, perfect. I like to be a little rough.”
He reached for himself with his other hand. I let out a breathy, little sigh as he started to match pace, fucking us both relentlessly.
“Long strokes, ahhh, fuck, feels so good. You’re so fucking good, sweetheart.
“A little faster, Ri. Yeah. There you go. Perfect. Fucking, ahhh, fuck. Yeah, right, right—I’m gonna come.”
Riot didn’t stop. His eyes locked on mine as he stroked me to orgasm.
“Riot. Oh, baby. Feels so fucking good.”
His head dropped to my shoulder and his body began to shake as he reached his own climax shortly after mine.
My arms circled his smaller frame, holding him steady. “Koa,” he whispered, so much emotion in his voice.
I didn’t know how to respond, wasn’t even sure what he was asking. I could only kiss whatever piece of skin I found and hold onto him tightly.
“Don’t let me go,” he finally whispered in a shaky voice.
“Never. Fucking never.”
