The bathroom door opened, and I straightened. “I will not be long.” I glanced in Dean’s direction, and?—
He was naked. Hard.
“Want some company?”
And suddenly he was opening the shower door.
I caught my breath as he climbed in, closing it behind him. “You need a shower too?”
Dean braced his arms, his hands flat to the tiles behind my head. “No.” Then he glanced down, and I couldn’t help but follow. His cock was pointing upward, solid enough to send hot desire surging through me.
He smiled. “But I do need your mouth.”
I didn’t hesitate. I sank carefully to my knees, welcoming the pressure of his hands on the back of my head, the head of his dick against my lips, demanding entrance. My hands were on his hips, anchoring myself as I took him deep, the movement familiar and grounding.
Dean’s groan reverberated around the small enclosure, and my chest swelled with pride.
I did that.
I put aside the ache in my heart, the longing for a different life, and poured my heart and soul into giving him pleasure.
“Fuck, how you look when you do that,” he moaned.
I turned my gaze upward, locking on his, and his breathing stalled.
“Oh my God, Luka.”
I slid my hands around him to grab his ass, digging my fingers into firm flesh, my head bobbing as I lost myself in this, the way I’d done every single time.
“I want you to come too,” he gasped, his hips rocking.
I let go with one hand and tugged on my own cock, taking him deeper, letting him fill my mouth, loving every noise that tumbled from his lips, every whimper. I loved how he held me there, his attention focused onto me, both of us locked into the moment.
I came first, painting the shower tray with my cum before the water swirled it away, and seconds later, warmth spattered my cheeks and chin.
Dean hauled me to my feet and claimed my mouth again, the kiss deep enough to make my breath catch, my body responding before I could think.
He didn’t let go when we broke apart. His hands stayed on me, steady and firm, even as he reached for the soap. The scent shifted around us, clean and warm, his touch moving over my skin, unhurried, deliberate, as if there was no part of this he wanted to rush.
I hadn’t expected that. Nor had I expected the act of washing someone to feel so intimate.
When the water finally stopped, the sudden quiet felt almost as sharp as the heat had been.
Dean wrapped the towel around my shoulders, and I stopped moving. The gesture was absurdly ordinary. People did things like that every day without thinking about them.
For some reason, that made it harder to bear.
“I should leave,” I murmured as we stepped back into the room.
Dean smiled. “You might want to put some clothes on first. Unless you’re planning to cause a stir.”
I tried to smile.
Whatever he saw in my face made his expression change.
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress beside him.
“Stay a while.”
