“Yeah?” He lifts his eyebrows and moves his hand to trace the waistband of his underwear. “Show me.”
I pull my shirt over my head. “I’m not the timid kid who fumbled his way through things with you.”
“I never had any complaints,” Declan replies.
“You didn’t know any better.”
“Neither did you.”
“Yeah but I knew your mouth felt like heaven, and your hands were always exactly where I needed them to be.” I cross the small space, popping the button on my own jeans. “I’ve never come as hard as I have with you.”
“Me either.” His confession is a low rumble. I barely hear it over the sound of the water hitting the tub.
The room is filling with steam. On such a hot night we should probably take a cold shower, but honestly, we’d be sweating either way. I reach out and grab his face in my hands, press our lips together, and roughly push my way into his mouth. I’m going to be greedy and rough because I can’t help it. I’ve wanted this to happen again for a decade. And Declan likes it rough.
Our tongues battle and he shoves my pants down and grabs my ass, digging his fingers into the round flesh. I groan and tug on his hair. Hard. “You really going to be with me? No matter what?”
“No matter what,” I promise. “I’ve always been yours, Declan. Every minute of my life since that first kiss.”
“I wish I’d never let you go,” he confesses and my heart clenches painfully.
I kiss him harder to ease my own pain, nipping his bottom lip. The next several minutes are a rush of tugging and tearing at each other’s clothes. When we’re both finally fully naked, Declan yanks the curtain back. “Get in.”
I climb into the tub and directly under the shower stream. He steps in. It’s very crowded. No way for our bodies not to touch and I amnotcomplaining. He kisses me roughly and wraps a hand around my cock. He tugs with just the right amount of pressure and pull. I hiss out his name. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“How? It’s been so long. I don’t know what you like now.” Declan is back to being that timid, sexually confused kid so eager to please me. The wave of nostalgia is overwhelming and it brings with it a rush of my horny teenage urges too. Only now I’m man enough to act on them.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” I tell him and he’s on his knees before I can wipe away the water spraying my face. He wraps his hand around my cock while his other one glides up and down the back of my thigh.
“Is that all you want?”
“For now.”
He presses his lips to my tip and slides down my shaft. My head tips back and my hands palm the back of his head. I’m already desperate for release but my hands on his head are there to keep his pace slow, not speed this up. I want to languish in every swirl of his tongue, every pull of his lips. But it’s going to be hard to make this last. Declan’s not a tentative teenager anymore. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and he’s getting off on it too. I tip my head down and watch him rub his own cock with his right hand. His left is still curled around my thigh. “You’re so fucking hot right now.”
His hair is soaked and sticking to his forehead, hanging into his eyes, so I push it back. My thumb pads brush the water droplets off his ridiculously long, pale eyelashes. His eyes flicker open. The icy blue color is glinting with desire. He pulls his mouth from my cock just long enough to whisper, “Come in my mouth.”
And then he lets go of his own cock and uses his hands to help his mouth work over mine. Between his tongue, the pressure from a hand sliding over the base, and the other one cupping my balls I’m a total goner. I’m gasping and moaning all at once as, suddenly, that free falling feeling washes over me again. But this time it’s because of a plain, simple, and utterly spectacular orgasm.
My legs, which have enough strength and power in them to make me one of the fastest defensemen in North America, are suddenly cooked spaghetti. I drop down into the tub in front of him. I grab his face and roughly draw him in for a kiss. I taste myself on his tongue and the last remains of desire shudder through me. Blindly, unwilling to pull away and look for it properly, I reach out and search for the soap. I find a bottle, squint at it as I break the kiss. It’s shampoo, but it’ll do. I squirt some into my hand and wrap it around his cock. “Fuuuuuck.”
Declan leans back, jutting his hips out, pushing his erection harder into my palm. “You asked what else I want. I’ll tell you now. I want you to fuck me.”
“Abbott, oh my God.” Declan’s head snaps forward to look at me as he pants out the words. His cock is literally throbbing in my hand. He’s so close, between the slipping glide of the shampoo and the way he prepped himself earlier, I know he’s going to explode momentarily. My eyes are glued to the cut tip as my fist slides upward and I drag my thumbpad across it. He swears.
“I’ve taken your virginity and it’s high time you took mine,” I tell him. His brows pinch tightly as he fights off the bliss charging toward him.
“What?”
I lean forward, graze my lips against his cheek, my wet beard brushing his cheek, and bite his earlobe so hard his back arches. Or maybe that’s from the work of my hand. Don’t know. Don’t care. Just happy with the reaction. “I was the first cock in your ass, right?”
“Ye… yeah.” Declan pants and moans.
“I remember how you felt… so tight around me… and how you looked at me like…”like you loved me.“Like I was everything. I’ve always wanted to feel what you felt that day.”
“Abbott. Are you saying… you haven’t?”
