He lifted his arms so that I might help him remove his t-shirt. I grabbed hold of the waistband of his boxer briefs next and slid them down his lean, muscular thighs. While there, I caught sight of his cock, half-hard and bobbing with interest. His domed head poked out of its foreskin like a shy bud. I kissed his smooth, satiny head as a powerful jolt of arousal coursed through me. I swayed a little there on my knees. He thrust his hips forward, then immediately withdrew.
“Instinct,” he said.
“I’ve been trying to blow you for weeks, but I don’t want the water to get cold. Now sit down so I can remove your leg.”
“You don’t have to do that.” He edged away as if embarrassed. We’d showered together, gotten off together, and even pooped in front of each other in the woods (someone had to be on the lookout in case Rabids attacked) and he was embarrassed by this?
“I want to. You’re getting the full spa treatment.”
“Pretty sure the spa treatment doesn’t include boners.” He nodded toward my own erection tenting my briefs.
“That’s the bonus of having your boyfriend do it. Now sit.”
I draped a towel over the lid of the toilet so that it wouldn’t be cold on his bare bottom and guided him down onto it. The tops of his thighs were sparse with hair, but there was a thatch of black at the root of his cock that was thick and manly. From there his erection sprung like a sunflower reaching toward the sun with two tight round balls at the base. I imagined taking his shaft to the back of my throat and burying my face in his pubes. A drop of precum had collected at the tip, and I licked my lips without thinking. Our eyes locked. “Can I suck you later?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he rasped, hands gripping his thighs so tightly that his knuckles paled.
Saliva flooded my mouth at the promise, but I had put too much effort into this bath to let it go to waste, so I stroked his thighs a few times to get him to relax, then went about the business of removing his leg. Cipher watched me with a thoughtful expression, and knowing how protective he was, I set his prosthetic on the ground, well within reach.
“In you go,” I said as I helped him stand and pivot toward the bath. He sat on the ledge and planted his foot in the water, hissing at the contact. “Too hot?” I asked.
“No, it’s perfect. This must have taken you forever to fill it.”
“Teresa helped me heat the water and Macon helped haul it up the stairs.”
“A group effort.”
“Our way of saying thank you.”
He looked away, bashful again, then lowered himself into the water with a long sigh of relief. His shoulders brushed against the back of the tub and he looked up at me. “Aren’t you coming in?”
“I don’t think there’s room,” I said, though it did look very inviting.
“Of course there’s room. We managed to fit on that tiny twin bed in Atlanta, we can fit in here. Strip for me, Kitten. Make it sexy.”
He made a little twirling motion with his finger that lit me up inside. I craved attention, but his especially. His smoldering gaze made my skin tingle wherever it landed, and he looked me up and down like I was an all-you-can-eat buffet. Smiling, I rocked my hips while slowly lifting my t-shirt. I was trying to tease him, but when the fabric brushed against my hard nipples, I was really only teasing myself. I tugged it up over my head and threw it across the bathroom, then turned and squatted, showing off my ass while popping my hips and making my butt cheeks bounce.
“You’re killing me, Kitten. Where did you learn all these sexy dance moves?” he said with a laugh.
“I had a friend in the neighborhood who was into cheer. She and her friends would practice their routines in her driveway. I was sort of like their little brother before everything… you know.” I hadn’t thought about those girls in a while. Tanesha had moved away early on, and I never knew what became of her or her friends. She’d had a great smile and a laugh that made you want to laugh along with her. And even though they were a couple years older, they were always really nice to me.Give it one hundred percent now, girls,she used to say, and they did.
“Sometimes they’d ask me to record their routines,” I told Cipher. “They kept it tight.”
“You fit in wherever you go, don’t you?” he asked.
“I guess so,” I shrugged. He waved his hand for me to continue and I tried to be all smooth about taking off my underwear, but it got caught around my ankles and I stumbled and nearly busted my butt. “Needs work, huh?”
“It’s working for me.” He leaned back to show me his dick, the skin pulled so tight that I could see every vein and ridge of his shaft. I wanted to trace the shape of it with my tongue. My body burned from head to toe, both from the steam and my extreme horniness. I might die if I didn’t come soon.
“Do I turn you on?” I asked, not even caring how shameless I was for his praise.
“Obviously. I wake up every morning hard as a fucking rock.”
“That’s just biology,” I said.
“Remember yesterday morning inside the tent? All those pretty noises you made? You probably still have some of my dried jizz on your butt cheeks, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. A heady satisfaction filled me up as I recalled when he’d used the space between my thighs to get off. It was so explosive and unexpected. He’d practically dragged me to the ground and mounted me from behind. He could be so shy and reserved in one moment and exploding with raw desire in the next. I loved it when he was able to relax and lose himself with me, if only for a little while.
