I took his hand and pulled him closer. He would either have to wave me off or step into the shower. The worryvanished as he laughed, stepping under the water. I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning through the spray to kiss him.
“You’re crazy.”
I stepped back, leaning against the tile. The water had left his shirt see-through, and even his underwear turned transparent.
“What?”
“How’d I get this lucky?” He might think it was a rhetoric question, but I really wanted to know. My life had turned complicated, but the powers, the suit, all of it, none of it mattered with this beautiful man in front of me.
“You’re going to give a guy a complex.”
“Sir, if you could stop being sexy, I’ll stop staring.” It was my turn to smirk. “We both know that’s a lie.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
His eyes glanced down in a sly attempt to check my package. I took my chances, pulling my underwear down my legs, kicking them into the corner of the shower. If he didn’t trust my words, my erection made it abundantly clear how turned on I was at that moment.
As the sheer white fabric of his underwear stretched outward, I couldn’t resist. I stepped under the spray, putting a hand on the small of his back, pulling him tight. My free hand worked down the front of his briefs, cupping his package. The moment my hand touched his balls, he let out a gasp.
“It’s been a while,” he whispered.
“You’re not the only one.”
I moaned as his fingers circled the shaft of my cock. With a firm hand and quick stroke, I realized I could come in seconds. As the water poured down his forehead, coating the side of his face, I stole another kiss. There were no villains, no robbers, no responsibilities. Nothing in this shower mattered other than the softness of his lips.
“Aiden.” His name was barely audible over the rushing water. “I want you.”
He rested his forehead against mine and kissed my nose. “You have me.”
“I want to?—”
“Show me.”
My cock throbbed. “You sure?”
He tightened his grip until I moaned again. “I’m yours.”
I didn’t need further invitation. The water hit him in the face as I spun him around. There were countless things I’d tell him were incredibly sexy, but one stood out above the rest. Sliding my hand into his briefs, I cupped his ass. This reporter had a backside that would make any man hard.
One hand held his hips while the other pushed between his shoulder blades. He leaned forward, bracing his hands against the wall. There were few things in the world more sexy than a thick man bent over, their ass screaming out its welcome.
I let my finger slide down the crack of his ass. His body was almost as hot as the water. I paused, letting my finger linger over that magic spot that caused him to push back. There are moments where the reality doesn’t live up to the imagination. This was not one of them.
Pulling down the back of his underwear, the wet fabric framed his ass, writing an invitation I couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees, watching as the water funneled down his back. I ignored the deluge splashing against my face as I kissed his skin. His ass fit perfectly in my hand, and I gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a gasp from the sexy man.
“I imagined this?—”
“Me too,” he interrupted.
There was only one reply. I buried my face in his ass, holding his hips like handles. There was a chance I’d drown as I ran my tongue down the length of his ass. Once again, I hit a spot that had Aiden pushing back. I greedily accepted his eagerness, burying my tongue. While I would have gladly spent an hour rimming the man, this was more of a utility slathering.
My hand followed the elastic of his waistband. Even through the water and drenched cotton, it was hard to ignore the impressive bulge he sported. Cupping his balls, I wrote him one last love letter with my tongue. Before I finished, he grabbed my hand, pulling it away.
“I won’t last long.” He squeezed my hand, lacing his fingers between mine. “Not if you…”
I rose, letting my cock nestled against his crack. Without letting go, I placed his trapped hand where it had been resting on the shower tile. With his ass pushed back, I leaned over his body, and thankfully, I was tall enough to kiss the back of his neck. He reached back, grabbing my hips, pulling me into him.
“Not if I, what?”
