“I like that.” That I admitted that surprised me, but it made sense. I reckon I was a sex for comfort person. The idea of that appealed. “You were the one who suggested this sordid affair, so…” Here I went. Fucking this up. “What happens now?”
“Now?” He tapped a finger on my nose. “We both need a shower. I mean, I would go straight in for round two…but.” His nose scrunched up, and funnily enough, I got exactly what he meant.
“Dr Fairweather agrees. A bit of a cleanup. Less chance of nasty bacterial infections.”
“So unsexy.” He laughed. “No infections, please. It’s bad enough my foot is stinging like hell. That fan is good, but every time the air hits the middle of my sole I feel like my leg is on fire.”
“Yes, sunburn will do that. Need me to carry you to the bathroom?”
“Only if you’re joining me.”
Such a flirt. And no, I wouldn’t be…but the thought of?
Okay. I was now crawling out of bed, standing myself up—stark naked, I might add—and tugging sharply at his legs, letting his arse drag the sheets along.
The bed was a mess, even he was noticing, trying to ensure that at least the bottom sheet stayed on the mattress. It didn’t. I didn’t think I cared.
“We’re in a hotel. Surely they can fix the bed?” he huffed out as I yanked him closer. Got him stood up on the floor, on one leg.
“You want some poor maid to come gather up these cummy sheets?” Why I was using such language was beyond me, and why I was not using the correct manual handling techniques and how I was getting him up in my arms? He suddenly was. Legs clamped around my waist, and his arms around my neck. A lazy kiss on his mouth. “Let’s get you clean.”
The smile on his face was silly. The scent of him? Sweat and sex. Me. And him.
That body pressed hard against my chest as I got the shower running, perhaps a little too cool, but the room was warm and he was…
Still in my arms. I lowered him down onto his good foot, my hands combing water through his hair, droplets running down his face. He was still smiling as I pumped some shampoo out of the dispenser on the wall. He probably used fancy designer stuff to get his curls to this kind of perfection, but he didn’t even flinch as I slowly massaged suds into his scalp. His foot leant against the wall, out of the spray.
All that skin, so easily within my reach.
My hands on his shoulders, and he still had his eyes closed, letting me just touch him, under the pretence of getting him clean. Soapy water over his chest. Down his stomach. My face getting sprayed as I fondled his arse. Up his back. A soft kiss on his shoulder.
I could taste soap on my lips, but I didn’t care. Up and up, under his armpits. More soap. More water as he held his arms over his head, and just let me touch all the little parts of him I desired.
“I’m spoilt,” he said quietly.
“You’re beautiful,” I replied, as he smoothed down his face with his hands, then leant back to rinse out his hair. Water everywhere. My lips suddenly on his. Just softly kissing him clean.
More soap, and I lathered myself down.
“Nope.” He swatted my hands off my stomach. “My job.”
Apparently so, as he made swift work of my chest. Carefully circling my nipples as my hard-on became more difficult to ignore. His gorgeous cock was right there between us, not quite hard, but angling nicely.
He was enjoying himself, and that small fact was the cause of the ridiculous grin on my face.
“What am I going to do with you?” I asked myself out loud. The things he was making me do. Like, this? This was insane and not like me at all. But he made me feel… I don’t know. Wild? Free? Like this really was me, and I had the most gorgeous man in the world; I wasn’t exaggerating here because the more I looked at him? The more attractive he became.
Magic. Bewitching. I was pretty sure he was the one drugging me.
“Your arse is insane,” he mused, both hands kneading my behind.
Nice. Arousing. My cheeks being drenched in water as he flipped me around, made me catch my weight against the tiles as his hands worked over my back.
“Not sure if I can hold my foot up much longer, but I really want to…”
Okay. He did. Sank to his knees right there and bit down on my arse. Just like a play bite, but fuck if it didn’t turn me on. Then he was parting my cheeks with his fingers, and…and…the man? He was…licking my arse.
I’d had it done to me once in my youth, but this? Having him, in the shower? Like this?
