“You thinking about it now?” he asked, stroking himself while watching me.
“Yeah, I’m thinking about it,” I said, absently touching my nipples.
“So, are you gonna get in here with me or what?” he asked, seeming amused by my own distracted state.
“If you make some room.”
He leaned forward so I could slide in behind him. I grabbed a clean washrag and bar of soap that had graciously been left here for us and lathered it up.
“You’re going to wash me too?” he asked, but he sounded pleased by it.
“You’re always taking care of the rest of us. Someone has to take care of you.”
“Thanks, baby. You’re the best.”
I soaped up his chest and arms, lingering on his pits for a spell–more for me than for him. I paid extra attention to his groin too, cupping his balls, then retracting the foreskin fully to swipe around his head. My thumb followed the rim of his crown while my palm wrapped around his shaft, a perfect fit for my hand. “I like your dick,” I said as I tugged. He chuckled as if humoring me, but I really did like it. I felt possessive over it too, over all parts of his body, including his prosthesis. With his head resting against my shoulder, I stroked him slowly, enough to keep him aroused but not enough to get him off.
“You like teasing me,” he said, hard and thick in my hand.
“Yeah, I do.” It meant keeping his attention for longer and having some amount of control over him when it was usually the other way around. “Lean forward,” I said, then went to work on his back, scrubbing his skin while trying to rub out some of the tension in his tight muscles. A bead of water snaked down his spine and I caught it with my tongue. The muscles of his back rippled and flexed as he let out a low groan.
“Fuck,” he murmured.
“Turn around,” I commanded, enjoying this hypnotic spell he was under.
He sloshed around in the tub and I washed his leg thoroughly, all five toes to his muscular thigh, then his residual limb, taking extra care with the part of it that was scarred and puckered. His thigh muscle twitched under my careful hands.
“Does it hurt?” I asked because his face was pinched.
“No, I’m just not used to anyone touching me there.”
“Does it bother you?” I’d massaged him a couple days before when his thigh was swollen and bruised, but he was pretty out of it at the time.
“No. Just takes some getting used to.”
“I love every part of you,” I told him, then leaned forward so I could kiss him and remind him just how much. Our mouths collided, and he caught me in his arms and held me. Everything was so wet and slick. Even with his muscles tense and ready to spring, his mouth was soft, melting into mine like warm chocolate. Our tongues chased each other–he was teasing me this time–and I wanted him so badly.
“Mmmm, you taste so good.” He smacked his lips as his hand reached between my legs. Parting my butt cheeks, his finger slid along my crack and passed lightly over my hole. He tapped it a few times before continuing to the base of my balls where he cupped my nuts with one hand and tugged. But he didn’t touch my dick at all. It was pure torture. I hated it. And I loved it.
“Now who’s the tease?” I said accusingly.
“Payback’s a bitch,” he said, then kissed the corner of my mouth.
“Why did you hug me in the cafeteria?” I’d been thinking about it since yesterday. Knowing him, he’d had a reason.
“Did it bother you?” Cipher said with a frown.
“No, I liked it. Felt like you were showing me off, or maybe proud to be with me?”
“I am proud to be with you. You’re my gorgeous, stubborn boyfriend.” He smacked one ass cheek sharply and the sting of it, the possession behind it, sent another thrill through me. “I want everyone to know you’re mine. If anyone tries to get a blow job out of you, they can’t claim ignorance. And if anyone messes with you, they’re going to have to answer to me.”
I smiled at his over-protectiveness. “I’m with the Promised Land bad boy.”
Cipher laughed. “Is that what I am?”
“Yeah, with all those weapons and leather, but you’re actually a hero.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” he said modestly.
