Wanting nothing more than to make him feel good, I take my time warming him up. Pressing kisses to his flesh and making sure I hit every nerve ending. Talon doesn’t shy away from his pleasure, and turninghimon turnsmeon.
When he pushes himself backward, seeking my hand, I know he’s ready.
He moans long and low when I breach his hole with two fingers. Knowing I still have time before he’s completely ready to blow, I press forward, swiping along his prostate. My satisfied grin widens when his forehead hits the wall and his back arches even further.
“Again,” he pleads.
I happily oblige until his hips buck, and he gives me a warning as he shoves away from the wall.
“Fuck. I’m ready,” he growls, turning and pushing down on my shoulders.
The bench seat follows the curve of the shower, so some parts are narrower than others, and Talon guides me to the narrowest section. With our size difference, I wasn’t exactly sure how this would work, but since his legs are longer than mine, it actually works quite well. Even with his knees drapedover the outside of mine, he can still touch the floor, meaning he has leverage to bounce.
Talon grips my knees for balance as I grab the base of my cock with one hand and his hip with the other, guiding him onto me.
“Oh, fuck yes,” we say at the same time as he sinks down onto me.
Talon starts slowly, but doesn’t stop until I’m buried to the hilt, my skin flush against his. Grabbing his hips, I push and pull him back and forth, letting him feel how fucking hard I am for him.
“Ohmygod,” he whines as he lifts himself slightly before slamming back down onto my lap, making me moan.
“This isn’t going to take long if you keep doing that,” I warn.
“I need both hands to steady myself. Can you reach around and jerk me off?” he asks, his breath coming heavy and fast.
I lean forward, snaking my arm around his waist until I find his cock and begin stroking.
His head falls back, and he shifts his hips, really getting into the wholeridingmotion.
“You did rich kid shit, like riding horses growing up, didn’t you?” I ask, mesmerized by his movements.
“I might’ve been on one or two,” he pants. “But this is by far the best ride I’ve ever had.”
I squeeze his cock a little harder as I continue working him over with my hand.
I know he’s getting close, but I’m overcome with the need to see his chest flat on the bed with his beautiful ass in the air. The way I want to grip and spread his cheeks apart as I pump myself into him has me far toohot for this shower.
“After you come here, can we move to the bed? I want a chance to ride this ass the way you’re riding my lap.”
“Let’s go now…want to come together.”
Talon’s already moving before I can protest, and the loss I feel when I slip from his body rocks me to my core.
He shuts the water off, opens the door, uses my towel to quickly pat himself dry, and then hands me a new towel from the closet.
Overcast skies throw muted light around his room, and flurries swirl beyond the window.
I can’t wait to see him in warmer weather, maybe on a beach, shirtless with a backwards hat and…
A hand wraps around my wrist, yanking me forward onto the bed.
Talon is already on all fours, looking over his shoulder at me.
“Please. I need you.”
Adding more lube from the pump bottle on the nightstand, I slather it on his hole and reapply it to my cock, ensuring another smooth, painless entry.
I line myself up, watching in awe as his body devours me hungrily. The sensation is so overwhelming that I pitch forward, my chest landing on his back.
