My chest tightens as he looks at me and says, “And Eli… they’re not the only things I see.”
Then he kisses me, deep and desperate. Our kiss is full of everything we’ve been holding back.
CJ loves me. And the most beautiful part is… I love him, too.
He lifts his head and takes a step back, and I follow, chasing him before I even realize I’ve moved.
A small, knowing smile tugs at his lips. “Stay, Baby Boy.”
He steps back again until he is leaning against the opposite wall.
I force myself to stop, watching as he pulls his shirt over his head. Miles of warm, tanned skin catch the soft light, stretched over a powerful frame. His every movement is unhurried, every glance deliberate. CJ knows what he is doing, and I can’t look away.
Then he slips his belt free and lets it hang loosely between us.
“One day, Baby Boy, if you’re open to it, I want to earn every ounce of your trust. I want you to know you’re safe with me. When that happens, I want your hands tied so I can worship every part of you. Until your body is shaking with need for my cock. Until you’re screaming for me and begging me to take you.”
I swallow, my breath catching in my throat.
Holy fuck.
I want that. The thought surprises me more than anything else.
He undoes the button of his jeans, then slowly draws the zipper down, the sound like a physical caress. Taking his time, he pushes the denim over his hips and down his legs, revealing his strong thighs.
I melt, my body loose as my skin prickles with desire.
His fingers catch the waistband of his boxers, and for a heartbeat he holds my gaze. Then, just as deliberately, he eases the fabric down his thighs.
I watch as his cock springs free, and the air leaves my lungs in a shaky wheeze. My tongue slips out to wet my bottom lip before I can stop it.
CJ’s eyes snap to the movement. A slow, wicked smile curves across his lips.
He straightens and looks at me while I stand there drinking him in. Every inch of him looks carved from long hours in the gym, and I whimper as my gaze drifts over him.
“You want my cock, Baby Boy?” he asks quietly, stroking his cock slowly.
I nod, because words have completely left me.
His eyes stay on me as he watches my reaction, taking in every flicker of attention as it moves across him. I see the exact moment his body tenses as he sees me noticing his scars. His burns. His history.
Then he relaxes when I don’t linger on them. Because we both carry them. They’re part of us. Part of what we survived, and they don’t define us.
My body aches for him as I watch him stroke his dick, every movement slow and deliberate. My focus narrows until there’s nothing left but him.
I take one step, then another, until there’s barely any space left between us.
I don’t touch my dick. I want that to be his moment, his control. And right now, all I can think about is him.
It isn’t just want anymore. This is pure need: raw and consuming. I want him close. I want him to take the lead, to pull me into him completely.
“Come on, Baby Boy. I need to get my hands on you.”
CJ takes my hand and guides me into the shower. Steam curls through the air as the door opens, wrapping around us like a second skin.
I step under the water and let it pour over me, tipping my head back as the heat seeps into my muscles. It’s perfect, warm enough to loosen everything I’ve been holding onto for days.
CJ steps in behind me, his cock sitting in the crease of my ass. His arms settle around me, and he kisses the nape of my neck. I drop my head onto his shoulder, giving him more access. He nips my skin, sending jolts through my body as my dick reacts to every nip. His tongue follows, taking the sting out of each bite.
