“If it gets my hole reamed the way you just did, I’ll be whatever the non-Daddy wants.”
Laughter bubbled up, forcing my head back, but what kept it there was the groan when his soapy hands massaged my neck, shoulders, chest, back, and arms. The tripped lightly over my abs, down then up my hips and thighs, leaving anticipation behind.
And a jerking dick that didn’t seem to give a fuck that he was sore as hell from the man in front of us nearly tearing him from my body not more than twenty minutes ago.
Xander nudged me, then spun me to face the back of the tiled shower stall when I didn’t move fast enough.
“Hands on the wall. Ass out.”
“I’m liking the sound of this.”
He kissed the nape of my neck, whispering against my damp skin, “You should.”
He dropped to his knees behind me, buried his face in my ass. Licking, nipping, sucking at the rim of my hole until my cock throbbed, and I beat my fists against the wall to keep from coming.
“Xander…”
“I’m enacting a rule,” he said, biting my ass cheek before smacking my ass hard enough that I yelped.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the way a Daddy/boy relationship works.”
“I’ve never been one for rules.”
Slick fingers pressed inside my tongue-fucked hole, and I sighed, relieved his thoughts and mine aligned. My head fell forward, my forehead smacking the tile wall, only to roll onto my shoulders while he stretched me. Like the first time we fucked, he worked me open quickly, but didn’t stop until he had me on the verge of coming without touching my cock.
“Xander, a virgin doesn’t need this much attention.”
He chuckled, his breath ghosting over my shoulder. “Fucked many virgins have you?”
“None. It’s a good guess,” I grunted.
His cock replaced his fingers, the burn and stretch I loved nearly non-existent. He thrust forward with the same mercilessness I showed him on the couch. His cock dragged over the nerves in my ass, setting off fireworks in my pelvis. Reaching back, the nails of one hand buried themselves in his outer thigh.
Oh wait. There it is.
“Fucking Christ,” I groaned. The boy fucked like a champ—rough, gentle, chaotic. Utterly unpredictable.
“Nope, Daddio, just your pretty boy.”
“I hate you.”
Laughter—loud, cackling, glee—echoed off the tile walls. “Should I stop?” he asked while actually pausing.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I groaned, shoving my ass into his crotch and fucking myself on his thick shaft. He laughed and started moving again, pegging me with every short, hard snap of his hips.
“You’re evil. You and that dick of yours.”
Seven be-you-tiful seven inches of…
“I’ll remember that when you’re begging me to let you come.”
“Fucking…evil,” I gasped. The mention of coming shot a lightning bolt straight to my balls, leaving lust and need behind. Pressing my face in the crook of one arm, the other dropped to my throbbing dick. Precum leaked profusely from the slit, coating the tip. With the slick smeared over my shaft, I tugged my hard-on, trying to keep pace with Xander’s thrusts.
“That’s right, jerk that gorgeous dick, Daddio. Paint the walls with your spunk. Show me what I do to you,” he grunted behind me.
Filth kept dripping from his full lips. Shit I’d heard before from other guys that I’d considered a turn off did the exact opposite when it came from Xander. The man waxed poetic about my ass and the way my cock felt when I fucked him.
I wanted to come, Ineededit, but something wasn’t quite right.
