I tossed my pants toward the door, then stood still as Adam slicked up my dick with our favorite silicone lube. Water didn’t wash this one away easily, and with every slide of his tight hand around my dick, the closer I got to losing my load.
“Baby, you’re playing with fire there.”
Adam gave me that wicked grin of his as he walked into the huge stone shower. The rainfall shower head above was heavenly as it ran over my body.
I held out my hands for him to squirt body wash into my palms. I lathered everywhere but my cock, saving the lube from washing away. Adam took care of business and cleaned up as well.
With the soap bubbles washed away, I leaned over his shoulder and nipped at his skin. Goosebumps pebbled his skin as I licked my way up over his pulsing vein in his neck, up to his earlobe.
He groaned and pressed back into me. My cock nudged his hole, making him moan. “Yes,” he hissed, “just like that.”
“Bend over a little,” I said, pushing his back down and his ass out. “Now spread your legs a bit.”
He did as I asked, and then I squatted behind him to soften him up with my tongue. I licked and sucked his hole before pressing around it with my tongue.
Adam whined about needing more and now and needing me buried inside him.
“Hang on, baby. I’ve got you.”
And I always would.
I stood and lined up my cock with his entrance, then pushed enough to bottom out fairly quickly.
“Fuuucckkk,” he groaned, bracing his arms against the wall.
His moans caused a scintillating vibration as I pumped into him. Every time I grazed his gland, another little string of pre-cum leaked out.
“I should get the cock ring. Make you wait longer.” I murmured to him.
“No. You keep fucking me, My-Man.”
I grinned at his new nickname for me. I pounded into him, then pulled back so only the tip remained in his channel.
“Are you ever going to doubt my love for you again?” I panted.
“I don’t know,” he groaned.
“Wrong answer,” I said, pulling back enough that the mushroom head of my cock sat right in the puckered skin of his hole.
“Try again,” I grunted, ready to explode.
“No,” he moaned, earning a slow drag of my cock over his gland as I lowered myself enough to change the angle.
“Fucking hell, Michael,” he moaned as I centered myself on his gland and rubbed it with my cockhead.
Every muscle in his body contracted as he squeezed the shit out of my dick as he came. I followed him over, my need for him sated for him—at least for a little while.
We stood under the warm water a few minutes after we cleaned up for the second time. Adam’s head rested against my chest as we held each other.
“Want to tell me about last night?” I asked into his wet hair.
“Sure,” he yawned. “Cole left Patrick.”
I winced, and he nodded. “He texted him last night and told him he was staying at my place so he wouldn’t worry. He also said they’d talk in San Francisco.”
“How did Patrick take it?”
“Cole said he was disappointed, and he knew the interview had ruined the evening.”
