I chuckled and opened the shower curtain to see the bottle within reach.
Once I had it, I took a small step forward, slickening my cock with the gel, and then kissed the back of his neck. I guided myself to his hole and, inch by inch, slid into him. The sensation was intense, the warmth and pressure lighting up every nerve ending.
His breaths came in short gasps as I pumped in and out of him. The room echoed with the wet slapping of skin against skin, along with the occasional moan I hoped no one could hear.He reached back, his hand finding my thigh and holding on for dear life, while his other hand braced against the wall.
I leaned forward, my chest pressing against his back, my lips finding his shoulder. I bit down gently and felt him shudder. His hole clenched around my shaft, pulling me deeper, and I groaned against his skin, the sound muffled by the water.
“Shh,” he whispered. “We need to be quiet.”
My breath was hot against his ear as I said, “I know, baby. I know.”
I picked up the pace, my hips moving faster and harder. The sounds of our bodies meeting grew louder, but we couldn’t stop. We couldn't slow down, not when we were so close to the edge.
Keaton’s hand moved from my thigh to his shaft, stroking himself in time with my thrusts. The sight of it, the knowledge that he was touching himself while I fucked him, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my body tensing. “I’m close.”
His hand moved faster. “Me too. Just ... keep going.”
I did, my hips rocking into him frantically, chasing that high. His body tightened around me, and with a final thrust, I came, my release spilling into him, filling him completely.
He followed, shooting off ropes of cum that mixed with the shower water and swirled down the drain as he groaned. Needing my lips on him, I kissed his back, and we stayed like that for a moment, our bodies connected, our breaths ragged.
Slowly, I pulled out, feeling his warmth fade instantly. Keaton stayed where he was for a second, while the water ran over both of us and washed away the proof of what we’d just done.
Then he turned and draped his arms around my shoulders.
“You good?” I asked, sliding my hands to his waist.
A small laugh left him. “You’re asking me that now?”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.” He pushed wet hair off his forehead. “I’m good.”
I reached behind him for the body wash. “Turn around.”
He glanced at where I was reaching. “What are you doing now?”
“Finishing the shower I was taking before you climbed in here and wrecked our schedule.”
His brow lifted. “I wrecked it?”
“You showed up naked.”
“That sounds like ayouproblem.”
I squeezed some body wash into my hand and rubbed it between my palms. “Still sounds like you should turn around.”
His mouth curved, and he did. I ran my hands over his shoulders, down his back, and across his sides while the water hit us both.
Keaton peeked back at me. “You’re being awfully sweet.”
I smiled. “I’m trying.”
His mouth twitched. “I noticed.” He took the bottle from my hand and turned in my arms. “Your turn.”
I lifted a brow. “Yeah?”
