“You wanted peace and quiet to jerk off?”
I froze before realizing he was being sarcastic. “Something like that.” Hanging my bag off the hook, I turned on my nozzle, and the water came out gloriously warm. At least we didn’t torture our guests with a rush of icy water. Even in the winter. I groaned as the spray immediately began to unknot my muscles.
Jonah turned his back to me for a second, giving me a glimpse of his peachy, round ass before he turned toward me again.
My gaze drifted to his cock. It was very small and nestled in a thatch of dark curls. I’d been with people like him before. Most guys like him—most guys that small—always tried to cover it when they were exposed. I never gave much of a shit about size. There were toys for that if I really wanted to get dicked down nice and deep.
But Jonah was different than them. He had big dick energy in a way I hadn’t encountered.
I didn’t know why I fucking liked it so much.
“Are you staring at me?”
I huffed, then shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Why? Jealous?”
Something in me snapped. I walked over, making my steps loud, and he shifted back just enough to give me room under the water. I pressed one hand to the wall and used the other to grab his wrist.
“Want me to show you I have nothing to be jealous over?”
He shot me a grimace. “Really? Dick measuring? What are you, twelve?”
I set his hand on the front of my hip, and he sucked in a breath. “More like offering you your reward for winning.”
His tongue darted out again, though his lips were wet from the shower. His eyes weren’t on me now. They were fixed on a spot along the far wall. I felt the urge to lift my hand and wave it in front of him, but I knew that was offensive. I didn’t need to look that one up.
“You think jerking you off in the shower is my reward?” he finally asked, his voice raspy.
I snorted, and I felt something snap inside me. I shouldn’t say the words pressing against my tongue, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. “Yeah. My dick is worth it. But I could also suck yours.”
Red crept up from his neck, spreading into his cheeks. “I?—”
“Unless you have a boyfriend.”
“N-no,” he stammered. “No.”
“Girlfriend? Partner?”
He huffed and shoved me back. “No. I’m a single fucking loser, okay? And if humiliation is your thing…”
I leaned into him, pressing him against the wall with my chest. He groaned softly and didn’t fight me as his back thudded against the tiles. God, I wanted him with every fiber of my being. With the same ferocity I hated him. “No. That’s not my thing.”
He swallowed heavily. “Yeah. You prefer being a good boy, don’t you?”
My cock jumped. “Fuck off.”
“Are you hard?” he asked.
I didn’t answer.
“Can I see it?”
I took his wrist again and pulled his fingers toward where I was standing at full fucking attention. His eyes slammed shut as his fingers ghosted over my length, pausing and exploring the head that was pushing out of my foreskin.
His fingers closed around me, and he stroked down. “Uncut,” he murmured.
“You too?”
