“Yeah?” Brody asked. I couldn’t stop looking at his lips.
“I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea,” I said. I met his eyes, then looked down at his lips again.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I stepped forward, tilted my head up very slightly to meet him, pulled him closer around the waist – and kissed him.
I didn’t want there to be any confusion about what my intentions were – and as his arms slid around my body, I knew there weren’t. I felt my core turning liquid as his lips pressed against mine, soft and hard and everything I needed, his fingers leaving trails of sparks in their wake as they moved over my back and up to my neck. He held me like he knew I was falling apart under his kiss, like he knew I needed holding up.
Brody pulled back and looked at me, a flash of amusement in his eyes as he studied my face. “It’sthatkind of shower,” he said.
“It is,” I said, biting my lip and tugging at the waistband of his jeans, impatient for them to be off.
Brody smiled at me, crooked, all on one side of his face. It made him look hungry, like a wolf ready to devour me. He stepped back just slightly to unbutton his jeans and tug them down to the floor, no shyness in him as he stripped naked in front of me.
I swallowed hard. He looked…
Delicious.
“Need a hand?” Brody asked, biting his lip with a wicked smile as he pointedly eyed my own jeans. I was all thumbs, suddenly, fumbling for the button and zipper as he chuckled throatily and turned to walk into the shower. He turned on the water as I finally dropped them to the floor, stepping out of the rest of my clothes.
He didn’t turn back towards me even as I joined him under the spray, closing the patterned glass door behind me. This morning flashed through my head – the self-consciousness I had shared with him – and I realized he’d stepped away to give me privacy.
To let me get comfortable.
My heart felt like it was swelling in my chest – but nowhere near as fast as my dick, which was rising rapidly to attention at both the sight of his body and the thoughtfulness he had shown towards me.
I stepped closer and laid a hand lightly on the warm skin of his back, reaching past him for shampoo as if I urgently needed it – when really, I just wanted to catch his attention.
Brody looked at me over his shoulder, that half-smile still on his face. His eyes raked over my face as he turned to face me, our bodies together, separated by the barest inch.
“Want to get under the water?” he asked.
I nodded wordlessly, waiting for him to step aside so I could move forward. I let the warm water flow over my body, facing against the wall and the shower head myself now, my heart drumming a rapid beat of anticipation in my chest.
“You have a great-looking ass,” Brody said, his voice a ghost in my ear, a murmur just for me.
Fuck.
“Want to taste it?” I heard myself ask like it was someone else’s voice coming out of me. Fuck. Who says that? I sounded like a bad fucking porn movie.Want to taste it?What the actual fuck was I…
“Mm,” Brody hummed, his nose tickling the back of my ear. He gripped my hips with his hands, then I felt him glide to the floor.
Fuck.
The line worked.
I was so taken aback I didn’t even think about my positioning until Brody’s hands firmly planted on my stomach and my ass and pushed me into a stretch. My ass was pointed out toward him, and I braced myself against the tiles in front of me for support as I looked down at him over my shoulder. He was on his knees, and I thought I would fall down too as his fingers slid over my ass under the warm water.
Then he leaned forward, stretching my cheeks apart with his hands, and his tongue found me – and I saw stars, clutching onto the framework that held the shower on the wall, praying it wouldn’t come unstuck and take me down with it.
Unstuck was a good word to describe what Brody was doing to me, with his tongue circling my rim and making me gasp for breath after only the first touch.
He had a confidence and ease in his movements. It wasn’t like I was inexperienced myself, but the way he had me feeling so hot so soon was unprecedented. I reached down to grab my own rock-hard dick, unable to stop myself even if I had wanted to – I was aching so much already.
Brody reached up, batting my hand out of the way, and gripped my dick himself. As his long, cool fingers wrapped around my flesh, I moaned out loud, unable to hold back.
He tugged at me a few times, until I was rocking with his movements – forward into his hand, back onto his tongue, so overcome with sensation I didn’t even have the presence of mind to wonder if this was too much, too fast. This was going to be one quick shower if he carried on, but I didn’t care. I was already too far gone to tell him to stop or slow down.
