Page 2 of The Tourist

“Oh God,” hegasped. His back arched nicely, the muscles on his firm chesttightening even further. “I know. So do it.”

I swivelledhim around so that he faced the tiles. The water bounced off thewall beside me, spattering my cheeks and down over my shoulders. Ittook only one more step for me to push right up against him, mybreath hot and wet on his neck and my hands sliding over his arse,down between his legs and under his balls. I cupped them, enjoyingthe way they nestled in my palm. Heavy and hot, the wet stray hairsclinging to the wrinkles.

He groaned.This position felt perfect for me, and the animalistic sound of hisvoice hit like a drug, straight to my groin. Excitement coiled likehot coals in the base of my belly. My cock was rigid, aching forattention. This time, even though my voice was still hoarse, theurgency felt good. “I’m going to fuck you. Really hard. Andnow.”

He shivered,though both of us were hot under the water. “Oh Jesus. OhGod. You’re so…”

“What?” I waspanting.

He shook hishead, droplets of water dribbling off his hair. He didn’t turn tolook at me. “Nothing.” His laugh was low, more like a purr.“Dammit, I’m not complaining. You’re just not usually so fierce inthe morning.”

Usually? Therewas nothing usual about this, not from my point of view. “If you don’t wantit—”

“But I do.” He jerked in my grip, pushing his arse back at me.“Believe me, I do.”

His voice waseven lower; did he expect me to hear it over the sound of therunning water? But I did, and it was a trumpet call to proceed. Mycock rubbed up between his buttocks, and his muscles clenched oneither side of the split. I traced my fingers along the dimples,appreciating the firm flesh, prising the cheeks apart. I paused.“Do we need…?”

He wriggled abit and water ran off his back to the floor, splashing into thetray. “The stuff’s on the side. The lube.” He sounded puzzled.“Where you always keep it. Remember?”

My mindcleared and I stretched over to the small shelf over the sink. Isnagged lube and a condom, my fingers slippery but sure. By now hewas gasping, his gorgeous arse nudging me impatiently, but I stilltook a moment to savour the sensory pleasure of rolling on acondom. I’d known plenty of men who hated them, who didn’t bother,who didn’t need to. And, of course, those who did need to, butsuffered the consequences. But for me, it was exciting. Every time,it felt new. I stroked my cock and felt its thickness, heavy andhot in my fist. I teased the little bubble at the top of thesheath, hearing the latex squeak. The lube spat out of the nozzletoo fast, covering my fingers, but I didn’t care. I dropped thebottle back onto the shelf and slicked the stuff around my dick.Bloody exquisite.

My lovershifted, shaking the water from his chin. I slid a finger into him,spreading the lube, fascinated at the way his hole flexed open forme. When my cock nudged its head up against him, he bent fartherforward, his arse presenting for me. I slid in like I was cominghome.

He gruntedthen sighed. I fit him so well. We were obviously used to this, andI started to thrust in earnest. My head dropped back and the waterran into my mouth. I spluttered, spitting it out, and he shook withlaughter underneath me. He lifted one hand off the wall, where hewas bracing himself, and turned down the shower.

The flowreduced to a trickle, just enough to give me warm goose bumps as itslid over my shoulders, but not enough to threaten to drown me. Thespray from the really powerful ones often caught me unawares. Steamrose around us. All I could hear was my panting and the lingeringgurgle of water in the tray. His hole was tight, the firm globes ofhis arse pushing back, pressing hard against me. I sank in up to myballs and increased my pace. My hips jerked against him; my thighsslapped the back of his legs. A small mist of water dropletsbounced off his skin with each stroke.

I wasn’t goingto last long, but I wasn’t looking to apologise. I didn’t thinkhe’d mind, either, judging from the moans he was giving up. Ireached around his torso to grasp his cock, slippery and stiff inmy palm.

“You’re so fucking good,” I murmured to him. “So tight, sosweet.” I always liked using the cheap phrases, but today I meantthem, too. There was a deep, poignant ache inside my host thatwasn’t just the result of good morning sex. “Come with me.Soon. Now.” Thingswere too wet and urgent for me to concentrate on both of us comingtogether unless he was nearly at the same stage. But if hewas, it’d be very, veryfine. “You close?”

“Yes.” Hesounded both shocked and excited. “Dan… Fuck, yes.”

I pumped him afew times, lazily, just to get the measure of it. My hand knew whatit was doing, and it was great. His arse clenched around me and hisbody straightened. Pushing himself away from the wall, he lockedhis arms, his back slick against my chest. Taut skin and sharpshoulder blades rubbed against my nipples.

“God,” he grunted. “Yes. More.”

I was happy tocomply, stroking him in the same rhythm as my thrusts, his dickjerking up and down in my fist.

“So deep. So sexy,” I hissed into his ear. “Do it, now.You’re mine. Comefor me. Sticky and sweet, all over my fingers.” As I watched mycock slide in and out of him, my legs started toshake.

“Shit. Dan.”His voice was ragged.

I smiled, mylips brushing his shoulder, wondering what he’d say to a bite rightnow, my teeth scouring his smooth, sleek skin, my mouth sucking amark on him that anyone might see. But then the come startedthickening inside me, the climax coiling in the pit of my belly,that fabulous, fascinating excitement I never tired of. My heartwas beating too fast to concentrate on anything but the pulse ofblood around my body, and just one more stroke, one more, that wasall it’d take…

I came,moaning, shaking, my fingers digging into him. My hips thrustagainst his arse and stayed there, the muscles locked. I bent myhead to rest against his neck, my skin shuddering with the climaxand my heart beat thudding in my ears. Water ran down over us both,dividing into rivulets, one to each of his elbows. He whimperedbeneath me, his body tensing, and he came as well. His hot spunkspat out over my hand, melding with the water and dripping its wayto the floor.

So verysweet.

We both stoodthere for a few moments more, clinging to each other. He waspanting as heavily as me, coming down off the high. He groped outtowards the wall, but I reached over his hand and turned off thewater myself. The last trails of it ran over our backs and underhis belly, washing the sticky evidence away.

CHAPTER 2

It wasn’t longbefore the air cooled around me and my limbs started to protest. Ieased carefully out of him and slid off the condom, clearing itaway into the bin under the sink. He straightened, huffing a bit,and one of his shoulder joints gave a pop.

“Shit.” Heturned to face me once again, his eyes very bright, his pupilsdilated. “That was so intense, Dan. Where the hell did that comefrom?”

I didn’t knowwhat to say. My body was still humming with the pleasure of orgasm,but I’d never really been keen on post-mortems of sex. “Just feltgood.”