I press a hand to his chest, then slide down his body until my feet meet the floor. Dancing my fingers over his skin, tracing the dips and grooves of his torso, I lower to my knees, keeping a hand on him the whole time. Oliver looks down at me, his hand coming to settle in my hair, tangling in the messy strands. Eyes locked, I take his cock in my uninjured hand and bring it to my mouth, dipping my tongue into his slit. He hisses, his hand tightening in my hair.
I open wider, taking the weight of his cock on my tongue. Oliver moves his hips forward, pressing deeper, but not enough to make me gag. Closing my lips around his length, I bobmy head, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him deeper, before pulling out to the head and repeating the motion. Steam fills the room, wrapping us in a haze of need and want. Oliver groans, using the grip on my hair to move my head along his rock hard cock.
“Just like that. Fuck, yes, baby. Don’t stop.”
My hand on his shaft moves in time with my lips and I double my speed, adding a twist that has him moaning my name. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, throbbing for attention, but my focus is solely on Oliver. My free hand – no longer in the splint – is on his ass, the muscles trembling beneath my palm.
“So close,” he mumbles. Dropping my hand from his cock, I take as much of him in as I can. The head of his dick hits the back of my throat, and I fight the urge to gag, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the spray from the shower. With both hands on the round globes of his ass, I apply pressure with the uninjured one, pulling him closer until his cock is lodged deep in my throat, and then I hold him there. My head swims, my lungs fight for oxygen, and a floaty feeling washes over me. Oliver tries to retreat, but I hold him tighter, my nails digging into his meaty globes.
“Fuck, D. Fuck, what are you –” The muscles in my throat constrict around the intrusion and when I slip one hand between his cheeks and tap at his entrance, Oliver’s body tenses and he cries out, filling my throat and mouth with his warm, salty cum. He slaps a hand to the tile behind me, and I work him through his orgasm until he’s tugging on my hair, urging me up.
My lungs cry with relief as oxygen floods my blood, but it’s quickly stolen again when our mouths meet in a fierce clash. I feed Oliver the cum still in my mouth, his tongue lapping it up. The kiss is wet and sloppy, both of us fighting for dominance. I’m usually happy to submit, to let him take control, but nottonight. Tonight, I’m burning up with the desire to lead him, and bend him the way I want him.
Oliver strokes my cock, and I shudder, leaning into his touch.
“Do you ever bottom?” I ask, breaking the kiss, before sucking his earlobe and pulling it between my teeth.
“I have. I don’t do it often.” Oliver tips his head back so that we’re eye to eye. “Is that what you want to do? You want to fuck me?”
“Only if you want to. It’s okay if it’s not something we ever do together. I’m happy with the way things –” He swallows my next words with a kiss.
“I want everything with you. Have me the way you want me, babygirl.”
My heart skips a beat before it races in my chest. Happiness, a tangible pulse in my bloodstream over the trust he shows in me and the knowledge that we’ll be sharing even more of ourselves with each other.
Turning off the shower, I take Oliver’s hand, dragging him behind me. We don’t bother with towels as I lead him down the corridor and into the bedroom.
“Hop on the bed,” I say, dropping his hand. “Kneel against the headboard.”
Oliver looks over his shoulder, smirking at me before he crawls across the bed, kneeling with his arms folded over the top of the fabric covered headboard.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
With the tube of lube in hand, I settle on the bed behind him, dropping it onto the pillow next to his leg.
“Spread your legs.” I tap his inner thigh, and he widens his stance, bringing his ass lower.
“Fuck, you’re hot when you’re bossy.” There’s that grin again.
“You like bossy, puppy?” I coat my fingers in lube, then rest my injured hand on his upper back. My slick fingers reach between his cheeks, seeking entry into his tight channel.
“Shit!” Oliver tenses, his head landing on his folded arms.
“Breathe for me, Ollie.” I delve in a little further with one finger until I’m knuckle deep. Kissing his shoulder blades, I feel him tremble beneath my lips. “You okay?”
“Yeah. It’s…been a while. I’m good.”
Removing my finger, I dribble more lube into his crease before breeching him again, this time with two fingers. Oliver moans, and I still my hand, watching as his hips subtly move.
“Keep going,” he breathes out, his voice raspy.
I scissor my fingers, stretching him, feeling the muscles loosen around me.
“Can you take more?” I twist my hand, my fingertip grazing his prostate, and he makes this noise that is half growl, half whimper.
“Yes."
Adding a third finger, I press inside. He’s tight, the muscles protesting my entrance. But now he’s actively fucking himself on me, the drops of water from the shower mixing with the sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin. I lick the back of his neck, loving the salty taste of him.
