His fingers moved from my hips to my chest, his thumbs brushing my nipples. The calluses caught on the tender nubs.
“Goddammit. Shit, pretty, that feels good.”
“Then this will feel even better,” he said, pinching and twisting my nipples while pegging my prostate over and over.
“Holy fuck!” I screamed, my eyes squeezing shut as all the pain and pleasure morphed into a beautiful kaleidoscope of color that danced on the back of my eyelids.
My cock erupted, jerking in my hand while cum painted the tiles. His hand gripped my neck, pressed my face to the mosaic tiles, thrusting into me several times, his teeth biting down as he came.
My cock jerked again. Several times. A whimper escaped as a dry orgasm tore my body. Xander eased out of me, turning me around. His brow arched, and his palms cradled my face.
“You okay?”
I nodded and smiled. Sighing, I pulled his lips to mine. They met softly, languidly, moving together slowly, and in completesync. They even opened together. Our tongues caressing and massaging one another in the same unhurried way, moving from his mouth to mine and back. They even parted at the same time. Our foreheads pressed together, air rushing in and out, ghosting each other’s faces.
“You rocked my world, pretty boy.”
“Right back at you, Daddio.”
We stood, tangled together, letting the water wash over us. I couldn’t say what, if anything, was going through his mind, butPERFECTIONflashed on my closed eyelids as if they were billboards in Times Square.
It scared me as much as it thrilled me. Xander was perfect. He had that strong, alpha male warrior vibe, with a sensitive side. He was dominant and submissive as needed, sliding seamlessly from one role to the other. A more dominant man than I would hate it, but I loved that when he felt the itch, he took control as he just did. I didn’t want a bunch of conversation and negotiation when I fucked. I wanted to do what came naturally.
His hands moved over me, kneading my muscles as they went. The familiar smell of my bodywash tickled my nose while the suds under his palms tickled my skin. Grabbing the shampoo, I started washing his hair.
“Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?”
“You mean since you rubbed cum in my hair again?”
“Yeah. And because pretty boys are supposed to take care of their Daddios.”
I shoved the boy under the showerhead. “I’d tell you to stop being cute, if I thought it’d do any good.”
His infectious, lyrical laughter triggered my own. “I should spank your ass.”
Dashing the water from his face, he smirked, stood up straight, and gave a little head shake, “Yes, Daddio. Please and thank you very much.”
“Brat.”
CHAPTER 11
ALEX
My eyesblinked open the next morning, and Daniel’s face greeted me. Eyes closed, mouth parted softly, hair a mess, and yet, he couldn’t have looked more sexy if he tried. A soft vulnerability emanated from him, wrapping itself around me and making me want to protect him from what I had no clue. Given the fact that he was taller than me and more muscular than me, he could probably take care of himself.
Didn’t stop me from wanting to protect him.
Him asleep next to me, or me sleeping next to him. Only I wasn’t sleeping. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. Either way, waking up with him lying next to me, sound asleep—for the second time in a month—was strange. So fucking strange.
Granted, the only other man who ever slept next to me was Kelly. And even that had been strange the first few times after we started fucking. Maybe it was because sleeping was more intimate than fucking someone.
I still can’t believe we ended up screwing last night. It was not why I came over here. Well, it was, but it’s not why I told myself I came over here. But I knew the moment I laid eyes on him that I wouldn’t leave until we were both satisfied.
Coming over here? Big mistake. Fucking huge ass ginormous mistake. We worked together. We needed to remain professional. And last night was far from that. My head got stuck in the memories of how good the sex had been the last time, and I screwed up.
Again.
And what was that shit about Daddio and pretty boy?
