“Arms up.”
I tilt my head in challenge. Leo just gives me a stern look, and it looks so good on his beautiful face. I raise them, and he washes up my sides and into my armpits.
My arms clamp to my sides so quick that he grins at me.
“Seems like someone is ticklish.”
“No!” I try to answer again, more calmly this time. “I mean no.”
His grin turns into a smile. “I’ll be quick then.”
I kinda want to fight him on it, but he’s not backing down, and it’s hot that he wants to take care of me, so I raise my arms again.
“Good boy.” I get a quick kiss on the lips, and my whole body melts. “That’s it. Relax and let me clean you,” he soothes, and I wiggle, but he’s true to his word. He’s quick and onto my shoulders next. “Turn around.” I obey. “Look at these shoulders.” He massages them with the washcloth. “So strong.” His hands slide down my back, cleaning as he goes. He takes his time cleaning the dimples right above my ass. The cloth dipping lower and lower. I want his hands to go lower.
When his hands move away from me, I whimper, and I can hear his chuckle, but then he’s back, and he washes my legs and down to my feet. Then he drops the washcloth, and I hear the body wash click open and closed again. He grabs both of my ass cheeks and gropes them roughly. One hand slides between them and rubs over my tender rim. I hiss, and my dick starts to fill. Even though it’s only been like twenty minutes.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I was just in this ass. Your hole is so tight again.” A fingertip slips in, and I spread my legs like the shameless bottom slut I am. “Such a greedy hole.”
“Yes,” I whisper. His other hand moves around in front of me, and he cleans my dick and balls.
“So eager, but I already told you that you need a break.”
“You’ll have to stop touching me for that to happen,” I tease.
“I’m not done touching you, so you will need to behave,” he grunts and pulls my balls tight.
“I will!” I gasp at the wonderfully pleasurable pain.
“That’s better.” He steps back, and I want to reach out for him. “Now rinse.”
“Yes, sir.”
Leo smirks at me.
He’s a dom, for sure.
I make quick work of rinsing myself, and when I open my eyes, Leo is watching me. His whole body is soaped up, and he’s working his cock.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he praises, and I would blush if it wasn’t hot in here.
“Not as hot as you.” I grab my own dick, and he slaps my hand away.
“Not while I’m here. That’s mine,” he growls.
“All yours.”
He tugs the bottom of my beard, and I lower for a kiss.
“Good boy, now move out of the way and let me rinse off. It’s cold as balls out here.” We trade places. “Keep your eyes on me and your hands off your dick.”
I’m more than happy to watch the water track down his smooth chest, to his completely bare pelvis. Does he shave that? I ponder that thought until my gaze drops lower and I get a good view of his dick.
He really is packing. I wonder how he hides that thing in his normal clothes?
It twitches like it knows I’m watching, and a dribble of pre-cum forms on the tip before being washed away.
What a waste.
