Our mouths crashed together in a needful kiss. Zeke’s fingers clutched at my shoulders as I pulled his head back to deepen the kiss. Sweeping my tongue against his, I drew a low, guttural moan that went straight to my cock.
With reluctance, I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against Zeke’s as we both gulped in air. His eyes had gone hazy, pupils blown wide with arousal that no doubt matched my own.
“Turn around,” I said, giving the instruction in a low rumble against the hollow beneath his ear.
Zeke’s full-body shudder wasn’t lost on me. He obeyed without hesitation, presenting me with his toned back and perfect ass. Grabbing the soap, I lathered up my hands and set about worshipping every inch of him with firm, purposeful strokes.
Starting at his shoulders, I kneaded the tense knots and cords until they went lax and pliant beneath my ministrations. Down his back I went, reveling in the flex and shift of his perfect musculature. When I reached his taut backside, I allowed my soapy hands to linger, squeezing gently.
A soft whimper escaped Zeke’s parted lips. “Oh god, Ori?—”
“Shhh,” I purred against his nape, dotting kisses along the damp skin. “I’ve got you, babe.”
I put my finger at the cleft of his butt and slowly drew it down until I reached his entrance. Gradually, I pushed my soapy digit into him. I loved how he clenched at my finger involuntarily, only to release it and push back. Waiting for him to relax enough, I inserted a second finger in with the same result. Zeke relaxed quicker this time.
“Do you want me to take you here or wait for the bed?”
“Whatever you want will make me happy.”
“Babe, I asked you where you want to get fucked.”
He shivered and clutched at the fingers in his ass. “Here. Please?”
I’d need to teach him that control extended to his pleasure as well as mine. For me to be happy, I’d need to know I’d satisfied him like no one else.
Slowly I twisted my fingers, loosening him for the assault I was going to make on his amazing ass. When I withdrew, I turned him around. The disappointment was expected, but I wanted something before I made him too weak to stand.
“Wash me first.” I handed him the soap and closed my eyes. His hands glided over my skin in a sensual, intimate, and profoundly erotic act. My flesh tingled wherever his hands passed. When he moved lower, I opened my eyes.
“Clean my cock first.”
His delighted expression was reward enough, but his touch was so gentle and loving. I stepped back and rinsed the soap off, then moved closer. “Finish washing me with my cock in your mouth.”
Zeke pounced like he’d been deprived for his entire life. The heat of his mouth nearly dulled my senses to the way he carefully washed every inch of my lower body.
I pulled out with a pop and pulled him to his feet. I didn’t give him a moment to pause before I spun him around to face the wall. Gently, but firmly, I spread his legs apart and pressed two soapy fingers back in his needy hole.
He probably hadn’t noticed, but I’d put a small bottle of lube behind the shampoo. With his back to me, he couldn’t see me grab the bottle and silently pop the cap. I angled his body so water sluiced down his back and between his cheeks. OnceI’d removed the soap, I moved him back against the wall and poured a small amount of the slick liquid onto my fingers.
When I pressed my finger back inside him, he immediately moaned. I smiled that he’d noticed the difference. Rotating my fingers until my palm was facing the ceiling, I drizzled more lube onto my fingers and worked it into Zeke.
Satisfied he was ready, I poured a generous amount onto my hand and slicked up my straining cock. Zeke moved back as I withdrew my fingers. I covered his back with my body and pressed him flush against the tile.
“Don’t do that,” I whispered into his ear. I nibbled his lobe and then ran my tongue along the sensitive cartilage. “Be good or you’ll go to bed hungry.”
I pulled away, and he stayed where I put him. “Good. Now, move that hot ass of yours back.”
Guiding him back, I ran the head of my cock over his hole. Each time I got close, he’d inch back as if I didn’t notice. We played this game for a few more seconds until the moment when he pushed back I shoved forward.
Zeke hissed but didn’t pull away. I eased forward and he tensed. “Go at your pace, babe.”
Taking deep breaths, Zeke gradually backed onto my cock. After a few torturously long seconds, he pushed back in a steady motion until my entire length was buried inside him. I hugged him to me and pushed up, pressing in the last bit. He groaned but wiggled back as if he wanted more.
“Gods, Ori. You feel amazing.”
I loved knowing I made him feel this good. “You ready for more?”
“Yes,” he hissed. “Give it to me, please.”
