Our mouths meet again. My hands roam his back, fingers digging into muscle as I drag him flush against me and swallow his groan. He feels it and answers by kissing me harder.
Then he turns us with surprising strength and pins me against the cool tile. His mouth leaves mine and travels down my throat, slow and sucking, while his hands slip over my stomach to the button of my jeans. He gets it open, works the zipper down with unsteady fingers, and then we both lose patience and tear the rest off.
A demanding ache builds low in my body, a want that has me sliding my hands under his thighs and lifting before I’ve thought it through. His legs wrap around my waist immediately, ankles locking behind my back, and his cock presses hot against my stomach.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I mutter, carrying him fully under the shower.
Water crashes over us, turning every touch slick. Our mouths slip against each other under the spray, teeth catching, breaths breaking as water runs between us, down his spine, and over my chest. Beneath the water and the salt on his skin, I catch the faint taste of smoke.
He shifts in my arms and rocks against me, cock dragging across my stomach, and I almost miss the fact that he’s laughing. I’ve planted us straight under the showerhead, and the water is pounding him full in the face.
“Shit. Sorry.” I ease us back, blinking water from my eyes, still holding him. “More cramped than I pictured.”
His laugh hums through both of us, buzzing where our bodies press, and that only makes me want him more. This shower’s way too small for what I want to happen between us.
“Not into waterboarding,” he says.
“Noted.” I set him carefully on his feet.
“Bedroom?” he asks, already turning for the door.
Kael sits on the edge of the bed, still damp from the shower. I move to sit beside him, but he stops me, thumbs pressing firm on my hips. His gaze meets mine, and my throat clenches.
More hesitation? What’s he deciding?
He answers before I can ask by sliding his hands around to cup my ass and pull me forward until my toes wedge under the bedframe and his breath skims hot over my aching cock. He looks up at me, presses one slow kiss to the flushed head, and flicks his tongue out to taste the bead of precum.
I choke on a sound that has no business leaving my throat.
My fingers thread into his hair, tightening as he leans in and takes me in one slow, deliberate glide, tongue flat beneath me until I hit the soft back of his throat. He hums, pleased with himself, and the vibration makes my knees almost give.
“Fuck—” My grip tightens in his hair.
His laugh travels through me. One hand cups my balls while the other strokes what his mouth can’t take, and when he pulls back, his lips drag just enough to make me shake. Then he goes down again, deeper, cheeks hollowing around me, and I have to step back before I come from that alone.
He catches my hand to try to pull me back toward the bed, but I drop to my knees between his spread thighs instead.
“My turn,” I whisper.
His breath stutters at the first slow lick up his shaft. I take my time with him, circling the head with my tongue, savoring the way he thickens and the way his fingers knot in my hair while his other hand fists the sheet. My free hand slides up his thigh and over his stomach, feeling the muscles jump under skin still warm from the shower.
When his hips start to lose rhythm, I ease off, kiss the inside of his thigh, and climb onto the bed.
He drags me down on top of him immediately, legs locking around my waist as he lines us up so we slide against each other.
His hand finds me first, fingers closing firm, thumb sweeping over the head of my cock to spread the wetness there. I gasp into his mouth and reach for him the same, wrapping around his dick to match his pressure before I even find the rhythm. For a second, it’s too much, too fast, and too eager, our elbows knocking into each other. Then something locks in. Our strokes sync and our hips follow. Every drag of his hand pulls a matching one from mine, and the friction between us turns inevitable.
It shouldn’t feel this easy. Kael’s practically a stranger, exactly the kind of mistake I swore I wouldn’t make, and yet he’s looking at me with nothing but dimples and that wide grin. Wanting him doesn’t feel like a risk to weigh or a problem to solve. It just is.
His grip tightens, setting the pace, and I follow it without thinking. Our hands move faster, slick with precum, hipsgrinding as the pressure winds us tighter and tighter. His breathing breaks around my name.
“Ash.”
“Me too,” I rasp, gripping harder as his body keeps winding tighter.
He breaks first, back bowing as he comes in my hand. The sight shoves me right over the edge, and I bury my face against his neck as I come over his fist, shaking through it.
A gentleman would rush off to clean up, but we just stay twisted together, damp skin cooling as our breaths gradually even out. Today has more than earned exhaustion. I know that, but my pulse refuses to settle. His arms and legs are both still wrapped around me and everything in me is awake enough to know there’s no chance I’ll let go first.
