His back arched when he did as directed, and his other hand wrapped around his cock.
“Pinch the tip just like your nipple.”
He didn’t even pause, just pinched his head right over the slit.
His moan echoed around the bathroom, and I started fapping my dick a little more aggressively.
“Now you,” he said. “You touch your nipples.”
I did, pinching them hard so they would sting. Pricks of desire shot down my torso and into my balls like lightning.
“Grab your sack,” Haz said, voice low. “Squeeze it.”
“Grab yours too, baby. Tug it down,” I said, watching him fidget while he worked his shaft and sack. “Twist it a little.”
He gasped. “K-Kieran.”
My heart was pounding, breathing ragged. “Put on a show for me, doll. Suck those fingers and then play with your hole.”
He stared straight at me as he slid two fingers deep into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks around them. One of his feet came up to lie flat on the counter, and his ass slid forward to put his entrance on display.
The sound of my hand working my cock echoed in the shower enclosure, and I kept a tight grip on my sack to keep myself from spilling early.
“The glass is foggy,” he complained around his fingers.
I opened the shower door, for once not caring about the water getting everywhere and the cold air swirling inside the steamy space. When it hit my cock, I grunted, the mix of hot and cold only making me harder.
Bracing my palm on the doorframe overhead, I spread my thighs and went back to jerking my rod. “Use those fingers.”
His two slick fingers circled his rim, making it flex as he teased and prodded it.
“Now, baby doll. Right now,” I said, voice tight.
He pushed them both in, crying out at the intrusion.
“Keep going,” I demanded, unable to tear my eyes off the sight of him fucking himself. “Scissor them open.”
Haz spread his fingers, rotating his wrist and pumping them at the same time.
The sight he made was utterly irresistible, spread out like a goddamn offering, crying out with my spit coating his cock. All the bottles on the shelf fell over when I blindly reached out for the one I wanted.
Haz paused and looked up.
“Don’t stop,” I ordered. “Push those fingers deeper.”
He shoved until they disappeared, and his back bowed off the counter. I flipped the lid on the lube and poured it all over my dick. Tossing it aside, I left the shower, water sluicing from me and all over the floor. I grabbed him by the thighs, and he lifted his head, seeing me there, dripping and feral.
“Yes,” he called. “Please, yes.”
I pulled his fingers from his hole and pressed my crown against it. Gripping his waist, I pulled him down, driving my dick into his channel. We both groaned, and my head fell back at the feeling of his tight walls squeezing me.
I took a moment to look at him spread out on the counter under me, his dick damp and leaking. His nipples were still hard from when I’d made him play with them, and looking at them made my mouth water.
Leaning over him, I drew one into my mouth, sucking hard and deep. His guttural moan told me he was coming before I felt the sticky release splatter my chest. I bit down on the nipple, and he spasmed again before collapsing against the marble.
Releasing his newly bruised nipple, I lapped at the release on his chest and then picked him up, impaling him completely on my dick.
“Ohh,” he moaned, body flexing around mine.
