“Ray—”
“Leave me alone, Lorenzo,” my voice cracked. One fucking touch, and I came. How the fuck did that happen?
He leaned closer. “It’s okay, Rayden—”
Giving no thought to my cum-drenched skin, I pushed at him, shot off the bed and slammed the bathroom door behind me. There, I grabbed the edge of the basin counter, fingers white against the pressure of my grip and glared at my scowling reflection in the large mirror that made up the wall. “You are such a fucking wimp. A loser. You couldn’t keep it in—”
“Rayden.” Lorenzo stood at the door I hadn’t heard open. My eyes met his in the mirror, his expression not that smirk or the scorn I expected. Was that tenderness, understanding? I dropped my gaze to the basin, hot embarrassment still ripping at my chest. “Hey.” He came up behind me. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he whispered.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I glared at him in the mirror.
He stepped away and turned the faucet in the shower. “Come here, Rayden.” Despite the light expression, I recognized that no-nonsense, steel lined toned. It demanded respect.
Snorting at myself, I turned, stepped into the shower and dropped my chin to my chest. The second the hot water hit my shoulders, I sagged. Only, Lorenzo’s sudden arms around my waist, caught my deflated body against his chest.
“It’s okay,” he whispered in my ear. I spun in his arms, trying to push him away but he wouldn’t let me, his hands locked at my lower back. “Look at me,” he demanded. I lifted my eyes to his. “Don’t you get it, boy?” I frowned. “It’s a fucking compliment to me. One touch and you came. It tells me that me arousing you worked—a little too well.” His lips widened in a slow smile. “I still want you.” He stared at me, waiting for my reaction, I guessed.
Giving no thought to where we stood, or why this wasn’t a good idea, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled his mouth to mine, swallowing his surprise and desperate to taste him once more. And he kissed me back, devouring my mouth, sucking on my tongue as I forced it between his teeth to stake my claim. And he let me.
Without breaking the lip lock, he gripped my hips and shoved me against the wall, pinning my body and planting his hands on either side of my head. I wasn’t sure which one of us growled but we did a damn good job of sucking it into our lungs. The kiss grew hotter, more electric and the only thing I was aware of, was the potency of his taste, his lips, his hard body against mine. Every inch of him pressed tight like an extension of myself, creating another whirlwind of need I didn’t recognize, couldn’t recognize because of the way he absorbed my thoughts.
He pulled back, breathing just as hard as me. “You still want this, Rayden? Because once I start, I’m not stopping.”
“Fuck me now, old man?”
His chuckle blended with the soft fall of the water around us. “Again, with the old man?” He tilted his head to the side. “Baby, when I’m done shoving my cock in your ass, you’ll be the one with wobbly feet,” he growled against my lips.
“Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Retirement?” I snapped.
“Fuck, you’re a cocky little shit, aren’t you?” He stepped back. “Let’s see how well that mouth works on my cock.” His brow shot up, the challenge blatant as fuck as he stroked his rigid hard on.
As my eyes roved over the muscular planes of his body, somewhere at the back of my mind, a voice urged me to get the fuck out of there. I wasn’t into men. I didn’t suck cock. Yet as I lowered myself to my knees, I couldn’t take my eyes of his dick. I wasn’t conceited about my size but fuck, this man left me slightly hesitant about how I’d fit that thick, wide shaft that looked harder than granite into my mouth.
“Having second thoughts, boy? Or are you just too chickenshit?”
He baited me and I fucking fell for it, not because I wanted to weaken him but because I wanted a taste. I stared at that beautiful brown and pink length with its bulbous head, bulging veins and circumcised unlike mine and my mouth fucking watered. Still, I wasn’t prepared when I closed my hand around the shaft, for the smooth, heated skin that met my touch or when I dropped a light kiss to head for the unexpected shiver that raced down my spine.
I fumbled on the first swallow, gagging like a fucking cat on furball steroids, unsure if my grip was too hard or too tight. My gaze drifted up to meet Lorenzo’s and instead of the condescending smirk from a moment ago, his smile was soft, encouraging and under the water, even I had to admit he was attractive. My cock twitched, shocking me.
“Take your time,” he said. “Just looking at you down there, holding my cock, turns me on more than having you blow me.”
Warmth raced through my body and I had the sudden urge to puff out my chest with pride. Easing my hold on his shaft, I flicked my tongue along the slit, tasting the salty pre-cum.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Lorenzo groaned.”
Encouraged, I kept stroking then relaxed my throat and swallowed him as far as I could. When I pulled back, Lorenzo’s hand was buried in my hair, his tight grip. I bobbed my head a few times, letting my tongue wrap around his head with each withdrawal and he seemed to like that as his hold tightened with every move I made. And I loved the feel of each ridge and vein I encountered more so the sensations it ignited down my spine. Adding more saliva to his shaft, I let him slide in even further. My eyes watered when my gag reflex kicked in, but the way his hand fisted in my hair and the groans filling the shower, I didn’t stop. Breathing through my nose, I took him a little deeper each time, not caring about the saliva dribbling down my chin or the tears in my eyes yet totally mesmerized by his taste, his effect on my hard-on, his moans syncing with mine.
“Fuck, Rayden, you’ve got a fucking hot mouth on you.” His eyes met mine and I grinned around his cock. “And if you fucking come again, you won’t walk for a week,” his threat banished the praise he just made until I noticed he was gesturing to my hand on my cock I hadn’t realized I was jerking off, faster than a goddamn bullet train.
Releasing my cock, I sucked him down faster, swallowing the beads of precum he ejected on my tongue. Then he gripped my hair with both hands and with his bottom lip clamped between his teeth, fucked my mouth harder and faster. I hung onto his taut thighs, inhaling air through my nose quicker than a fucking cocaine sniffer.
His abrupt withdrawal caught me unawares and before I could fall back, he jerked me upright and crashed his mouth to mine. Fuck, the man could kiss or maybe it was the aggression between two guys that made it hotter. When he broke the kiss, eyes heavy with dark lust held mine. “I need to fuck you now.” He shut off the shower and stepped out. My pulse kicked up and my heart thumped like a jackhammer in my chest. Still, I followed him out. “Turn around and face the mirror.” He tipped his chin at the basin and my chest heaved as I moved.
Facing the mirror, I planted my palms on the cool marble top. The heat racing through my body the second Lorenzo’s chest met my back, blanked out the feeling. Could he hear my heart thundering behind my ribs? I swallowed, watching his eyes roam my wet body before meeting my gaze in the mirror. With one arm around my waist, he caressed my stomach and my cock jerked at the sensation it ignited as his other hand opened a bottle of lube, I hadn’t seen him pick up.
“You sure you want this,” he asked, dropping soft kisses along my shoulder from end to end.
No.A part of me mumbled but when his hand on my stomach dropped to slowly stroke my cock, all bets were off. Fuck, his hands looked hard and rough yet the way he rubbed my dick, I could see why I’d blown my first load so quickly. It was like he knew the exact amount of pressure, the precise move and the perfect skill to apply. I shivered. Anticipation painting a flaming path down my spine.
