Brody pulled away from my ass, making me whimper in need as he trailed kisses up my back instead. His hand never left my dick as he stood, kissing my neck, then my jaw as I turned my head. I spun to face him again, and the loss of his hand from me was at least made up for by his lips on mine, dizziness coursing through me.
When he pulled back, I had to open my eyes and blink a couple of times to refocus, my mouth opening slightly in search of what it had lost. Our hard dicks bumped against each other, first by accident and then deliberately as he rolled his hips against mine, making me lose all sense of reason.
I felt like a horny teenager having my first encounter. Like I was going to lose it within seconds. This wasn’t normal.
Men didn’t do this to me this quick.
I considered Xavi a good fuck, and even he couldn’t warm me up anything near this quickly. Not to the point where I was hanging on his every move, wordlessly begging him, putty in his hands.
Brody was something else, and it was already too late to consider whether letting him in was a good idea.
He was in.
“Hey,” he breathed, taking my hands and pressing them up against the wall beside my head, trapping me. Our heads danced together, as I sought to kiss him and he teased me with a sly grin. “You taste good.”
“I wanna know how you taste,” I blurted without thinking, letting my lust take over every part of my brain.
Brody bit his lip with that wicked look that made me feel like I was losing my mind and eased away, stepping back slightly until he was braced against the wall beside him, at a right-angle to me. I dropped to my knees hurriedly, splashing water in the base of the shower. He started to turn his back to me but I grabbed his hip, stopping him.
He let me move him where I wanted – back against the wall, legs spread slightly, braced for me.
I knelt at hip-level, eying his impressive cock.
Yes – delicious was the right word.
I took him in my hand first, stroking him a couple of times and making him hiss in approval, but the real point of the exercise was to line him up with my mouth. I flicked out my tongue to lick his head, then spluttered and shook my head as water washed over my eyes.
Brody chuckled, reaching down. “Stay there,” he said, and I froze on my knees like my life depended on it. He poured shampoo into the palm of his hand and then lathered up my hair, focusing on the area around my ear but taking care not to hurt me. Even so, I winced slightly at the sensation of his fingers – and the water – touching my bruise.
Brody’s hands were gentle as he tilted my head, leaning me under the spray and shielding my eyes, massaging all of the shampoo away. He touched the wet strands of my hair with a smile. “All gone,” he said.
I wondered why he’d prioritized washing my hair when we had all the time we wanted to do it – until he reached up and turned the shower off.
Now, I wasn’t going to get water in my eyes.
I pushed my hair back off my forehead, letting the water slick it back into place so it wouldn’t get in my way, and looked up at him.
He bit his lip with that lopsided smile of his, and I just about died.
I didn’t mess around or tease him. I leaned forward and took him straight into my mouth, closing my lips around him and pushing forward as far as I comfortably could. I breathed through my nose to stop my gag reflex, taking a second to adjust and get used to the shape of him before bobbing my head back and forth slowly. I slid my tongue over the underside of his dick, feeling all the veins and ridges of him, absorbing his taste and breathing in his scent.
The water had cleaned us both, despite the incredibly brief amount of washing that had happened, and he smelled fresh yet musky, a heady mix of cleanliness and his natural scent. He groaned low in his throat as I sucked him, throwing his head back against the tiles so hard I looked up in alarm. He looked back down at me – then his face twisted in need and lust at the sight of me with his dick in my mouth, and I felt it twitch inside me.
Fuck, I wanted to feel it twitchinsideme.
I broke off, teasing him with a long, drawn-out pull from his base to his head, then bit my lip as I looked up at him. “We could go back out into the room.”
“We could,” Brody agreed. He offered me a hand. I took it – and he pulled me not only to my feet but right into his arms, attacking me with an aggressive kiss that made me stumble backward. I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on for dear life as he pushed the frosted glass door open behind me, walking us out of the bathroom, our bodies entangling already with every step.
He didn’t stop when we reached the beds. Mine was closest, and he pushed back until my legs hit the frame – then only paused to let me climb onto it before he was crawling over me, kissing me hungrily back against the pillows. I didn’t care about my wet hair or the fact that I had to sleep in this bed tonight.
Or maybe I didn’t have to.
Brody’s body slid over mine, still glistening with water from the shower. I shivered, thinking of him getting out of the pool earlier and how much I’d wanted him then. This was so much better. This was the real thing. His dick was as hard as mine, pressed up against my thigh where I could feel the heat of it, reminding me that kissing wasn’t the only thing we were doing here.
Wordlessly, I reached out with one hand and opened the drawer in the nightstand. I’d already stocked it, right after we got unpacked. Condoms, lube. And my favorite toy, just in case.
Brody reached over, then looked, and then quirked an eyebrow at me.
