I held still, long enough for him to adjust before I was pulling back and slamming into him again.
Time ceased to exist while we moved together, like the world had narrowed down to this. The angle was devastating. I thrust up and into him—slow, deep strokes that dragged my cock across his prostate. One hand gripped his waist, the other wrapping around his cock, jerking him in time with my thrusts. My mouth never stopped—kissing, biting, licking over every inch of his throat and shoulders I could reach.
And all the while, Brock moaned my name like it was the only word he knew.
“Fuck, Johnny.”
His fingers scraped against the tile wall as his knees went weak. I reached around his hips and grabbed his dick, already slick with precum. I circled my thumb over the tip before sliding my fist over him in slow, agonizing strokes.
He whimpered loudly.
The sound only spurred me on, and I increased the speed of my thrusts, driving into him so fiercely that his whole body trembled around me.
“Ah, you’re fucking close,” I rumbled against his throat. “You gonna milk my cock, Heller?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fill you up?”
“Yesss.”
He turned his head slightly, brushing my lips with his. “Make me yours, Johnny.”
His back arched and his thighs shook. I slammed into him one last time and he was done. Brock came hard, spurting hot cum all over the shower wall, his ass clenching tight around my dick. The sensation was enough to pull me over the edge right behind him. I groaned as my cock pulsed, filling the condom with everything I had.
I stayed like that, still buried deep inside him, until my legs started to shake and Brock made a small noise. I pulled out, and he winced.
“I got you,” I said, gathering him back against my chest.
He turned, and I caught him around the waist and brought our mouths together in a long, lazy kiss.
After we were both satisfied, I pulled back and looked at him, grinning. His eyes were glazed over, his face flushed and sweaty. His bottom lip was raw and swollen from my kisses.
My eyes roamed lower, past the dark patch of hair on his chest and the ridges of his abs, all the way down to his dick. It was softening, nestled among a patch of wiry curls.
He sucked in a harsh breath when I slid a hand up his shaft, gathering his cum onto my fingers and lifting it to my lips. He groaned when I licked the sticky substance off my hand.
“You want a taste, baby?”
His cheeks warmed as he bobbed his head. “Please, Johnny.”
I pressed him back against the tile wall, pinning his arms above his head and kissing him, letting him taste the remnants of his cum on my tongue. He moaned into my mouth, kissing me back eagerly, desperately.
He whimpered softly when I released him. My eyes scanned over him, taking in his flushed, wet skin.Hot damn.Buttoned-up, man bun Brock was a sight to behold, but bare and needy Brock brought me to my knees.
Literally.
He looked like the perfect mix of innocent and debauched.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Heller.” I pressed another kiss to the corner of his lips, soft and lingering. “Isn’t it obvious by now? I would do anything for you.”
His brows furrowed as he stared back at me, brow still slightly furrowed in confusion. I smirked, brushing my thumb along the edge of his jaw.
“I love it when you let go like that,” I told him.
A flush crept up his neck, but this time he didn’t look away. “Even when I lose control?”
“Especially then.” I leaned in close enough for our noses to brush. “But only when you lose control with me.”
