His lips part on an unsteady breath, and he licks those pouty lips. I don’t get to enjoy how full they are very often; they’re always stretched to their limits with his face-eating grins. He nods, too-blue eyes never leaving mine.
Something dark and sinful flows through me. It’s the heady feeling of challenge. He thinks he’s going to get away with pulling a fast one on me like this? I push back the dark-gold locks that are plastered to his forehead and cheek. It’s gentle, but my smile isn’t. My smile promises torture. Shane’s eyes widen.
I reach over to the bodywash dispenser and squirt some in my hand. I crowd around him until my forearm lands on the tiled wall next to his head. But I don’t touch him. Just tease him with my presence. His pupils flare, and a deep, rich satisfaction surges through me. Steam surrounds us, but it’s not just from the shower stream. Heat radiates from us. And anticipation.
His Adam’s apple bobs, his gaze pinging between mine and my mouth. He’s not going to get what he wants. He needs to be a good boy and prove he can be quiet without my mouth silencing him first.
I wrap my hand around his length, slowly working the soap over him until he’s sliding smoothly in my fist. His breath catches, and I shoot him a warning glare. His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip. I reward him with a firmer grip, with a slight twist on the upstroke. His nostrils flare ona quivering breath. I hadn’t realized something so small could say so much. That breath was relief, a plea for more, afuck yes, all in one.
I lean against the wall, still not letting anything but my hand touch him while still ensuring he feels all of me. How I loom over him. Force him to stare up at me where he’s melting into the wall. I’ve got maybe three inches on him. But that’s just height. I also have two years of training. There’s a big difference between twenty-four and twenty-six. Two years of muscle. His gaze turns hazy, and it languidly trails over my chest and down my torso. A view Surfer Boy clearly appreciates.
I shuttle my fist faster, alternating between full strokes and half strokes. I twist over his crown and add pressure to the sensitive vein underneath with every pass until he’s squirming against the wall, hips bucking into my hand. I’ll give it to him; he’s doing an impressive job of being quiet. At the expense of his poor bottom lip. Time to up the torture, test the cocky brat.
I push off the wall and grab his thigh, hitching it around my hip. I stifle a groan as my aching cock slides up the groove where his hip meets his thigh. I gather more soap and wrap my fist around us both. His eyes fly wide, and a strangled noise tries to escape from those tightly pressed lips.
That’s right, Sunshine. Let me show you the glory of two dicks rubbing together.
I thrust into my hold, and a low thrum of pleasure starts up in my blood. I can’t fit my entire fist around us, but our dicks make up for it, the glorious sensation of our crowns bumping and grinding against each other, feeling every ridge. All the while, I slowly slide my other hand up his thigh toward his ass. I palm it, revel in those hard-earned muscles flexing with every thrust of his hips. A shot of pleasure streaks through me, and my fingers dig deep into his strength, his power. He’s so much leaner than me, but God is he powerful.
He jerks into me, the first sign he’s losing control, and the smallest sound escapes him. I tsk and abruptly freeze. His mouth falls open, and the protest forms, ready to break free. I shake my head sharply. His mouth snaps shut.
Good boy.
He must hear the silent praise because those lips tilt into a saucy half-smile, his chest puffing out. The fresh little shit.
I start working us over again. I’m not sure what’s heating my blood more: the friction of us fucking into my fist, or the way lust melts the smile off his face and desire steals the cocksure glint from his blue eyes. My fingers tighten on his ass, pulling him even closer. Those lids fall, heavy with the weight of what’s swirling around us. Raw. Carnal. It mixes with the steam, with our ragged breaths, until it feels like a being all its own. Sliding its fingers teasingly over our skin, whispering dirty fantasies in our ears.
I can tell he’s getting close. His thrusts are erratic, his face twisted with the strain of keeping quiet. And that blush. Bright red crests over his cheekbones.
Time to really test the brat.
I slide my fingers into his crease and skim them over his hole. His eyes shoot wide, and he bucks into me so hard I almost stumble backward. I recover, and a grin slides over my face. A giddy, devious excitement swims through my veins.
I slide my cock from my hand’s grasp and give Shane my full attention. God, the way he looks right now, those blue eyes impossibly wide, mouth parted in a perfect circle, the perfect place to sink into—it’s sinful.
My cock jumps against his thigh. I massage around his hole, sometimes skimming over, other times teasing just out of reach. Those wide eyes dart around in panic, and his mouth slams shut as a muffled moan vibrates in his throat, strangled and choked back. My cock pulses, my muscles tightening. Such a pretty fucking sound.
His body is a riot of confusion in my hands, fucking my fist while trying to push back on my finger, pleading for more. But I only tease. Those sensitive nerve endings deserve love too. I slip over his hole, gentle, tormenting. A sharp inhale escapes Shane before he presses his lips tight again. Stifled whimpers try to break free. His cheeks are deep crimson now, the flush blooming down his neck and chest.
I massage faster, and he loses control. His hands scramble over the tile walls, then land on me. Frantic. Nails biting. His eyes plead with me to help him. I take pity on him and lean into him.
“Bite me,” I whisper, and then tighten my fist and stroke fast and short, giving all my attention to his crown.
His teeth clamp down on my shoulder, and it’s me who almost makes the noise. Fuck. But it’s the sexiest pain I’ve ever felt.
His body convulses against mine, his hole pulsing against my finger. My dick jerks, and I can almost feel that hole pulsing around me. My balls ache, the pressure clawing its way tighter and tighter. Choked, muffled sobs fall from him, and he tries to bury his face into me harder.
He slumps against me, hot panting breaths dancing over my skin. It throbs where he bit me. I’ll have to be sure to hide that when I go out into the locker room. I really hope his moans were soft enough to be drowned out by the sprayof the shower. Right now, I’m just praying no one is even left out there at this point.
He pushes off me, body still trembling. But a strong, sure hand lands on my chest, walks me through the shower stream, and shoves me back until I hit the wall. My eyebrows fly up. He slowly drops to his knees, eyes never leaving mine. I don’t have time to process. He leans forward and swallows my dick. He dives in like he’s sucked dick his whole life. This fucking guy. He lives life without reservation, goes forward boldly with confidence and eagerness. And it’s so fucking sexy.
Not sexier than him bobbing up and down on my cock, though.
My thighs lock tight, bliss surging forward. Hot. Thick. Heavy. Those lips look perfect stretched around me, cheeks normally popping dimples now hollowed as he sucks me. Fuck, it’s perfect. Too perfect. The pleasure coils; it’s going to snap. I’m going to fly over.
I fist his hair and yank him off me. My free hand shoots to my dick and flies over it in a blur. That’s all it takes for me to go up in flames. Bliss tears through me, and I tighten my hold on Shane, and his mouth pops open on a sharp breath.
I pump my shaft as my body is wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. My cum paints his lips, chin, neck, and chest. Fuck, he’s a vision. Blond hair darkened and curling from the shower, blush still coloring his cheeks, lips swollen and dripping with my cum. All while on his knees for me. My body jerks again, as a final streak of pleasure shoots through me, then I collapse against the wall, knees shaking.
