I took him in my mouth.
The taste of him flooded my senses—salt and skin and the clean heat of the water. His hands found my hair. Gripped. His hips rocked forward.
"Fuck—just like that—"
I took him deeper. Found the rhythm—the same instinct that made us sync on the water, translating into this. His thighs trembled against my hands. His breathing went ragged above me.
"Don't stop—please—"
I pulled back. Ran my tongue along the underside, slow. Then lower—tracing his balls with my tongue while my hand kept working his shaft.
"Oh god—Alex—I can't—"
I took him again. Deeper. Felt the back of my throat and didn't stop. His hand fisted in my hair and his hips jerked—less controlled now, the discipline fracturing, and I wanted that. Wanted to be the thing that broke his composure.
I worked him until his hands were shaking and his breathing uneven. Then I stood. Kissed him—deep, letting him taste himself on my tongue. His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise.
"God," he breathed against my mouth.
"I know."
"I need—" His hands tightened. "Turn around."
And there it was. The thing I'd been circling without knowing. The want I didn't have language for until he said it—and the moment he did, my body understood before my brain could catch up.
I wanted him inside me.
The realization hit like a wave—not gradual, not theoretical. Visceral. Physical.
A want so deep it bypassed everything I thought I knew about myself and what I liked and what I was ready for. I'd never thought about it before. Not with anyone. Not even in the fantasies I'd let myself have.
But standing here with Liam's hands on me and his breath against my neck and his body pressed against mine—I wanted it. I wantedhim. As close as two people could be.
I turned around.
My palms found the tile wall. The water hit my shoulders, ran down my back. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
Liam stepped closer. His chest pressed against my shoulder blades. His mouth found the back of my neck.
His hips shifted forward. His cock—hard, slick from the water—pressed against me. Against my ass. The pressure of him right there.
"Fuck," I said. The word came out broken.
"Like that?" he whispered.
"Yes."
His hand slid around my waist. Down. Wrapped around me and started stroking—slow, deliberate—in rhythm with his hips grinding against me with his dick against my hole.
"You feel so fucking good," he breathed against my neck.
His body pinned mine against the wall. His hand on my cock. His dick pressed against my ass, rocking, the friction of skin on skin sending electricity through every nerve I had.
I pressed back into him. Wanting more. Wanting closer. Wanting—
Chapter 6: Liam
Alex was pressed against the tile and I was pressed against Alex and the water was running over both of us and I couldn't think.
