“Damn, I can feel my muscles already. Tomorrow’s gonna be hell. I just know it.”
I gently worked his jeans and underwear down his legs, the wet fabric clinging to his skin.
“That’s okay. I can give you a massage later.”
Not that it would help that much, but it’d make him feel better, and that was good enough for me.
Finn laughed. “I really need you to massage… something else first.” He wiggled his hips, his erection waving in front of my eyes.
I gave his ass a light slap. “Behave.”
I needed to get his feet out of his jeans first.
Finn pouted at me. “But being naughty is so much more fun.”
Jesus. And there I’d been, believing for years that he was an innocent, slightly naïve guy. I couldn’t have been more wrong—or more delighted about it.
“Be naughty all you want once we’re in the shower.”
His eyes flashed.
“Challenge accepted.”
I laughed as Finn took over, stepping onto his jeans with one foot, pulling the other foot out of the offending piece of clothing, then repeating the motion.
“Done.” He stood there proudly, stark naked, shivering, goosebumps all over his body, but with a mischievous smile and a straining erection.
“Get under the spray,” I ordered.
Finn rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dad,” he said, then shuddered. “Nope. Nope. Forget I said that. Just… hurry up.”
Oh, I did. I so did, because my patience had run out somewhere in the past two minutes.
It was hard pretending to only be able to go at human speed and not to just accidentally rip my jeans off. But I managed—if only just—because I didn’t want to have to answer questions I couldn’t without lying, while not actually being able to lie to him.
Who thought not being able to lie to one’s mate was a good idea?
“Come here,” Finn said, waving me closer from under the spray. He ran his hand down his torso and wrapped it looselyaround his cock, giving it a slow stroke that had his eyes closing in pleasure.
I used the moment, crossing the distance in the blink of an eye and crashing into him, pinning him against the wet tiles in the shower, careful not to smash his head against the wall, but with enough force for him to let out a surpriseoomph.
My lips were on his, our tongues tangling as I buried my hands in his hair, gripping tight.
Finn moaned, his hips thrusting against me, arms gripping my forearms.
The hot water was steaming up the room fast, the air heavy with moisture, the spray hitting us in the face and on my back, but I didn’t care.
The only thing I cared about was Finn, pinned against the tiles, his eyes still closed as I slowly went down his body to my knees, kissing his neck, his chest, and down his belly. Originally, I’d wanted to take my time with him, but my control was close to snapping—especially with the way he was humping me.
“Eric,” he moaned as I reached his cock, flicking my tongue against it, tasting a bead of salty precum. I hummed, closing my eyes as the edges of my vision turned red again.
His precum tasted almost as good as his blood—more salty, not metallic at all, but there were those notes that were uniquely him, and I needed more.
Taking his cock to the back of my throat wasn’t a hardship.
Finn let out a surprised shout, the back of his head hitting the tiles as his back arched off the wall, hips thrusting forward, almost choking me on his cock. Good thing I didn’t need to breathe.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked greedily, reveling in the way his cock swelled in my mouth, the way his pulse sped up, his scent mixing with the steam, forming a cloud around us. He was everywhere; all my senses were being taken over by him. Hisblood was pumping, singing to me, his precum dripping onto my tongue, his hands raking through my hair as he panted and moaned.
