Throwing the washcloth to the side with a wet slap, he adds more soap to his hands as he stands up. He runs his palms over my abs and they flex from his light caress, a breath hissing out of me as the water mixes with his touch. Biting my bottom lip, I try to hold back the moans that his touch elicits, but it’s almost becoming too much. He steps into me, and I can feel his excitement pressing against my thigh. My hands shake before reaching out to pull him to me, but he stops my advancement by giving me a stern look with his brows raised and his finger doing the tsk motion.
“No, this is about me taking care of you. Now stop being stubborn, and enjoy your shower. It’s not every day I do this for you, or anyone as a matter of fact,” he sasses as his hands caress their way up my soap-slicked chest.
I can’t hold back my moans as his fingers slowly trail across my nipples, his touch hardening them to stiff points. Tingles flow down my body along with the water, and it’s a sensory overload. A low groan leaves my lips suddenly when he pinches my hardened flesh, making my toes curl with anticipation.
Rubbing away the pain, he winks before slowly licking his lips, his pink tongue teasing me. Reminding me of how well he can use it to worship my body. As his hands finally reach my shoulders, he leans in, nipping at my jaw and giving me that bite of pain I enjoy before nibbling along my neck, causing shivers to run down my spine.
“Fuck,” I moan out as my head falls back against the shower wall.
“I’ve missed you,” JP whispers longingly, before he licks a trail with his tongue along my neck and collarbone while his hands roam over my body, purposely ignoring where I crave for them to be, winding me up tighter than a coiled snake.
“JP, please,” I plead, and all I hear is a deep chuckle before his lips lightly press against mine.
“Turn around.” His breathy words cause my cock to twitch, and I reach down to stroke it as the moisture at the tip runs down my shaft. Doing as I’m told, I turn around and face away from JP only to be caught by surprise when his hand meets my ass with a sting.
Smack!
The pain from JP’s strike makes me moan, and I grind my ass back against his cock that is pressed up tight to me. His cock jumps as he groans, his fingers digging slightly into my flesh.
“Fuck. That was hot as hell,” I rasp, stroking my cock and sending delicious shivers through me. He reaches up and grabs a fistful of my wet hair, yanking my head back to lay on his shoulder. The slight pain in my scalp only adds to the pleasure he’s giving me as he spreads my cheeks with his other hand, sliding his cock between my globes where the tip teases my entrance.
“Didn’t I say I was going to take care of you, mon amoureux? Now take your hands off what’s mine,” he growls into my ear, and for a second I grind harder into his cock. He moans before I submit and release the grip I have on my own dick. In response, JP nips at my ear before pulling away from me, taking his heat with him. A whimper escapes me as I mourn the loss of his warmth.
“Now, place your hands on the wall and don’t move,” he commands, and I am too far gone not to comply.
Pressing my palms against the cool stone, I spread my legs a little bit to keep my balance.
“This is just like the time I got arrested for that prank in the town square. Remember?”
“Oh, really? So you had this done to you?” he asks playfully, and I feel my ass cheeks spread apart once more, his hand, now covered in a thick lather of soap, glides over my tight ring provoking a moan to slip from my lips. My back arches from how good it feels—Smack—and I am rewarded with another slap from JP.
“You should see this beautiful soapy handprint on your ass. It’s picture-perfect,” he chuckles playfully, giving my battered cheek a squeeze.
My breath comes out in sharp pants, and I become lightheaded as the anticipation builds until it’s almost too much. JP swirls his fingers around my tight hole, teasing me until I think I might come from that small touch alone. My fingers dig into the stone tiled wall as JP begins inching towards my balls and I hear a crack as the tiles give under the pressure.
Standing up, he reaches around me, his fingers lightly caress my balls in one hand, the other firmly grabbing my cock, making me moan.
“Well? Did they do this to you when you were arrested?” he growls out, and suddenly I feel a small trickle of water shoot up against my ass, making me flinch. It takes me a second to realize that JP is controlling it with his magic before I relax and enjoy the extra sensation.Damn water Imp!
“I heard that,” he announces as the water continues to run up and over my ass like a gentle massage, while JP continues to stroke me with one hand and roll my balls in the other. Suddenly he gives my balls a small squeeze, not enough to hurt, but enough to get my attention. “I asked a question, Z. Is this what happened when you were arrested?” His voice takes on a teasing tone as I try to debate if I want to test how long he’s willing to let me stay silent.
He lightly squeezes my cock, and I’m not about to take a chance of him stopping this glorious torture. “N…No. Not at all.” My voice comes out breathy as my eyes close to take in all the sensations he’s overloading me with. His gentle stroking of my cock as he squeezes lightly at the base, makes me want to buck against his hand, needing a firmer touch. The water running over us just adds to the sensual touch along my skin as his body presses against mine bringing heat against my back. I’m not anxious though, because he knows my breaking point, and I trust him enough to know he will never cross it.
Ever since we were teenagers, JP has been whatever I needed at the time. My rock, a gentle touch, a harsh lover if I wanted to roughhouse. He’s been everything for me, and I’m so grateful that he accepts me for who I am, even if I have a dark side most people would steer clear of if they knew about it. But JP knows, and he hasn’t left yet.
His torturous strokes grow faster until I feel the urge to rock my hips, despite knowing full well that I’ll be punished. My hips start to rock along with the motion, and I get lost in the heady feeling of his touch along my shaft. It’s as if my body is floating off into nirvana where only pleasure awaits.
JP pulls his hands away, making me groan in frustration until he roughly spins me around and slams his mouth to mine. His tongue probes against my lips, enticing mine to open, and he sweeps in, eliciting a moan from me. His tongue runs across one of my sharp fangs, bringing forth a droplet of blood that I greedily swallow.
JP pulls away with a gasp, tilting his head to look into my eyes, but I know what he’s going to see.The hunger. I haven’t fed since Saturday before the party and since it’s now Monday…well, I just haven’t wanted to eat. He’ll see my eyes dilating with the taste of his blood.
“Hungry?” he purrs.
Not waiting for an answer, he shuts off the water and pulls me out of the shower and back into the bedroom. Laying down the towels he grabbed from the counter, he sits me down on the edge of the bed. I start to scoot back so he can sit on my lap as it would make it easier to feed from his neck in that position, but he places a hand on my thigh, stopping me.
“Didn’t I say I would take care of you?” He smirks and gently pushes me down on my back and swings my legs up onto the covers so I’m positioned with my head towards the end of the bed. I can’t help the frown of confusion as he positions me.Wait. Is he not going to feed me after all?JP always lets me when I’ve needed to in the past. I frown in confusion.
“So, you’re not going to feed me after all?” I pout.
