Besides, along with those blushes are those startled little smiles he gives me, like he can’t really believe I’d say the things I say to him. Like hereallydoesn’t have a clue how sexy he is.
Well that’s gotta change. Sunshine’s a snack and he needs to know it.
As for now, if it wasn’t for the fact that my teasing’s gettingmeall hot and bothered too, the slack-jawed, eyes-about-to-pop-out-of-his-head look Jesse gives me would have me doubled over laughing.
Which, of course, only has me thinking totally different thoughts that also includemeanddoubled over…
“I’ve got to—” Jesse turns so quickly as he gestures back at the kitchen that his head whacks the open cupboard door he’d obviously forgotten about.
“Shit—” His hand flies up to rub the side of his head as he stares at me, his face that hot, scorching pink I love. “—Get started,” he gasps out, reaching down to snatch up a clove ofgarlic from the back corner of the counter.
“You do that,” I grin at him. “But you know where I’ll be if you change your mind…”
Having said all I need to say, I reach down and strip my shirt up and off over my head, pausing just long enough to give him a totally-not-long-enough peek before I snap the door shut.
And,oh no!I haven’t gone and forgotten my change of clothes now, have I? What everwillJesse think—okay, more to the point—what will Jessedowhen I wander out of the bath in nothing but the towel he so sweetly left on the bathroom counter for me this morning?
He’d just better not try and pull some all-in-control-of-himself Jesse shit and act like he doesn’t even notice my cute ass wandering around in just that towel.
Here’s the trouble though. NowI’mstuck with the backlash of my own teasing.
Lying in steaming hot water in Jesse’s bathtub? Notremotelyhelping the situation, given the fact that it’simpossiblenot to get stuck imagining all the times he’s been here, naked… All the times he must have jacked off here…
Fuck— Wondering if that’s what he was doing in the shower this morning; closing his eyes and fisting that thick, sexy cock I’d felt oh-so-clearly through his pjs to thoughts of that tension-filled, not-gonna-let-you-have-it-no-matter-how-bad-we-both-need-it-nowepisode in his bed…
And just like that, that one thought has me letting out a low moan as my cock goes from halfway there to hard-as-a-fucking-rock in a single second.
Can he hear me, just on the other side of the door? Is he out there, imaginingmetouching myself just like I’m picturinghim?
I’m not gonna lie, thinking about that has my cock jumping, smacking against my abs under the water.
Fuck though, I can picture itsoperfectly. Jesse in here in the shower this morning, with his big, thick-fingered hand wrapped around his straining shaft. Those cheeks of his would be all flushed to that hot AF, totally addictive pink they get when he’s flustered, framed by his always-mussed-up, golden hair, all damp and dripping.
Andohhfuck, wouldallof him be stained that gorgeous sunsetty pink?
Because I think I might legitimatelydieif I don’t, I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft, dragging it loosely up and down again a few times, not bothering to hold back another moan when my thumb brushes up over my tip and I squeeze a bit harder.
Would those plush lips of his been parted to let out breathless gasps, or would he have had them pressed tight to try and keep quiet? I bet even if he did try, some noise would have slipped out. Did he moan out loud when he came?Fuuck.
I’ve spent the day so tightly wound that I can’t help squeezing a bit harder as I speed up. Just a little. Already, my body is all tingly-tight, electric pleasure building with every pass of my hand.
How about those sweet, big grey-blues of his? Were they all wide and glassy with blown pupils, or squeezed shut with that little crease pulling between his eyebrows?
Maybe he’d start out standing in the shower, streams of water running down his thick, totallyediblebody. Down over his long, fat cock, dripping off the tip as he jerked himself. His breathing would pick up, and as he got closer, he’d start fucking into his fist. Would his knees go all shaky as his bodystarted to tense up?
And when he came?
Heat like liquid lightning rolls along my spine, gathering in my core, radiating down through my cock to my aching balls. I imagine Jesse, body shuddering, his free hand slapping against the shower wall as he slumped forward, head hanging down as he stroked himself through it, painting the wall with hot streaks of cum. Ohhh fucking yess—
When my head tips back against the edge of the tub and my eyes fall shut, no surprises at all that it’s more images of Jesse that burst through my brain. Him all flushed and naked, lying beside me, like this morning in his bed, leaning in, brushing his full, pink,fucking deliciouslips along my neck.
Fucking god— Yess—
In my hand, my cock twitches, harder than ever as I remember how his warm breath raised goosebumps across my skin. How the feel of his tongue and taste of his lips had driven me legitimately feral formore. How wrecked he’d looked after just that one kiss. How fucking bad I want to see him come totally apart, panting and moaning my name.
Mmmm,fuuuck—
And it’s notmyhand, I tell myself, squeezing, stroking. It’sJesse’shand, tugging and twisting up and down my length while the other disappears back between my thighs, slipping between my cheeks. It’shisthick, soft fingers teasing over the sensitive skin of my hole until it relaxes and flutters, fuckingbeggingfor more.
