Interesting…
Smirking wider, I walk over to stand in front of him, in all my naked glory. Pushing him further into the tiles until he’s under the showerhead. I ignore his glare and his question, and turn the water on. It’s too cold at first, but I fix that fast.
As soon as the water’s warm over us, I stroke his cock lazily. My lips land right on his ear. “What’s gotten you worked up worse? That I’m not jealous you’ve slept with other people? Or that you’re jealous I have?”
Growling, he frowns. “How about we start with you stealing Kys?”
I shrug. “You get rock hard ‘cause of it.”
He shakes his head, snarling. His hand snakes around my neck and hauls me closer to him.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Stan.” He sounds so damn sexy when he’s scolding me. “You’rethe reason I’m rock hard.”
My heart tumbles. My tongue’s tied up. I’m speechless. That’s supposed to be impossible.
His hooded eyes look so dark when he’s staring at me with his head down. “I fucked a lot of people to numb myself. But you…” He hisses in a broken breath. “You’re the only one who makes me feelalive.”
That’s funny ‘cause I’m pretty sure I justdied. My eyes roll back, and my body’s betraying me. My knees wobble, but he catches me.
His hands bring my greedy fingers to his ass.I’m fucking losin’ it.
“Nil—Calix—” I whimper, eyes blinking open. “What do I call you, babe?”
“Anything,” he whispers back, kissing my neck. “As long as you’re moaning it.”
“Fuck…” I chuckle, breathless.
His lips trail up my jaw, then claim my lips. “Still want me to take you, Stan?”
“Yes.” I’m straight-up begging right now. “God, yes.”
Nil doesn’t answer me with words. His hands fist my hair, and he kisses me harder.
I laugh into the kiss, the sound ripped right outta me while I hook my forearms under him and lift up.
Pinning him against the cool tiles, I feel the running shower drench us, slicking our skin. Nil grunts, hanging his ankles over my shoulders. His palms press flat against my beating chest.
I whistle low. “Who knew you were this flexible, babe?”
He narrows his eyes up at me. I beam at him. Like, full foolishly-in-love smile at the man of my dreams.
“Don’t—” he cuts himself off to take a deep breath. “Fuck. Don’t smile like that.”
“Oh, babe,” I say, all sweet and smiley. “I am absolutely gonna smile like this.”
I shove the lube bottle into his hand and hold my palm out. He squeezes the bottle, dumping a generous amount into my hand.
My palm slides behind him, right between his cheeks, spreading him slowly, and letting the warm water help me out too.
Nil sucks in a harsh breath, even though he’s relaxing by the second. “Stan—”
His head falls back against the tile. I press one finger in slowly. He jerks, a sharp gasp tearing out of him. I can feel his fingernails claw into my back.
“Ah—fuck—”
“That’s it,” I croon.
