I want to touch and taste every inch of him. The frantic edge in his movements tells me he feels the same.
He slaps the bathroom light switch so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t break. Then his arm locks around my waist, hauling me with him as he steps us into the shower.
Thewater blasts on, icy cold, shocking against my overheated skin.
“Fu—” I start, but he slams me against the tiled wall and devours my mouth instead.
My hands roam across his collarbone, down his chest, wrapping around his back. Every muscle under my fingertips radiates strength and power. He has always been that to me. And I’ve always been a desperate man for him, aching to touch what the world insisted I couldn’t have.
He should’ve never been forbidden to me. Keoni was meant to be mine, just as I was meant to be his.
Steam curls through the shower, but it isn’t that heat that sets me ablaze. It’s the sudden grip of his hand wrapping around my cock that rips a gasp from my throat.
He groans into my mouth. “So hard for me.”
I’m even beyond that; it’s nearly painful. It feels as though I’m seconds from my release already. I could’ve come just from the friction he caused getting us in here, and now—with his finger dragging along the underside of my length—I have to count backward in my head to stop myself from blowing too soon.
His other hand slides up, his thumb brushing over my parted lips before pressing down. “How I resisted you this long is criminal.” He leans in and bites across my jaw, tearing a moan from me.
I reach between us, wrapping my hand around the cock that’s been pressing into my stomach. The moment I feel him, I forget how to breathe.
Oh, fuck.
My head drops, grateful he releases my chin, so I can actually look. Not only is he thick and heavy in my hand—he’s pierced. A singular bar horizontally, right below the head.
“Just one for now,” he croons, dragging his thumb across the head of my cock, smearing precum down the vein, all the way to my balls. “If you like it, I’ll get more.”
On instinct, my tongue darts across my lips. I’ve never had a man inside me with one, and the thought of it has my pulse hammering.
“You like that?” he teases.
“Mhmm,” I hum, low in my throat.
He chuckles darkly. “Ayden? Being quiet? I’m going to have to change that.”
Michael hated when I made noise. Said it ruined the mood, that it sounded like I was faking it. News flash: I was.
But with Keo? Nothing about the noises I’ve made or will be making will be fake.
As though pulled by gravity, I sink lower. He lets me go, taking a small step back as I drop to my knees. My hand wraps around the thick base of him, bringing me face-to-head with the part of him I’ve been aching to taste.
He’s thick, and the veins along him have my mouth watering with the need to taste him. The only reason I hesitate is to take him in, because I want to etch every inch, every detail, into my brain before giving in to that hunger.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice low and sultry enough to drag goosebumps across my arms. I glance up just as his hand comes to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair. “Admiring my cock like a good boy. Now, open that delicious mouth of yours for me.”
My dick twitches, eager, as I obey, parting my lips to welcome the defined head of his cock.
His groan hits immediately, deep and raw, the sound rumbling straight into my chest. I can’t help but moan around him, the vibration making his grip in my hair tighten. But he doesn’t force me. He lets me set the pace, slipping him deeper, savoring the salt and the faint sweetness coating my tongue.
It only makes me crave more.
A strangled sound leaves him as I take him to the back of my throat. When I pull away, my tongue drags along the underside, flicking against the piercing before sliding him back in with a steady, hungry rhythm.
“Ah, fuck, Ayden.” Hearing my name break from his lips has my legs trembling beneath me.
I angle myself down slightly, so when I look up, I catch him staring at me. One arm braced against the wall, chest heaving, mouth parted in heavy breaths. When our eyes lock, he grins.There’s admiration,pride, in those ember depths.
I definitely have a praise kink, because my body zings with just that look.
