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It all built up to a pressure inside me that Lynx’s fingers on my body systematically rubbed away with every touch. “Don’t stop,” I whispered to him.

“I won’t,” he murmured, lips trailing off mine and across my neck.

He kissed and sucked and licked me there, my head lolling to one side to give him all the access he wanted. My dick got impossibly hard, and it was only the distraction of getting him off that kept me from coming.

Lynx gripped the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back so he had the perfect angle. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck. Yes.”

“You gotta stand on your own.”

I hadn’t even realized how heavily I was leaning on him. I shifted back against the cold, tiled wall, grimacing because it didn’t feel half as good as his solid, warm chest.

But then he was on his knees in front of me, his hot mouth wrapping around my cock, and I forgot all about the tiles.

He wasted no time, his hand coming between my legs to squeeze my balls.

I groaned at the sensation and held on to the back of his head, watching my cock disappear into his mouth, inch by inch. His tongue slid along the sensitive vein on the underside of my dick, and when he pulled back just enough to play with the tip of me, I was sure I was going to come right then.

“Fuck,” I moaned, not giving a shit that these walls were probably paper-thin and the guests on either side could likely hear every word.

I needed this. Needed him.

He took inches of my cock at a time, blowing my mind with every slide of his tongue.

But it was an embarrassingly short number of minutes before my balls ached with the impending release and my entire body became aware I was going to come.

“Lynx,” I warned, voice hoarse.

He just kept going.

I gave up any semblance of control and gripped his head harder, forcing my cock past his lips again, watching him take it deep in his throat, his pleasure at pleasing me written all over his face.

Another squeeze of my balls, and I fisted my fingers in the shower curtain, the plastic film crumpling beneath my fingers. “Fuck, Lynx!”

I came down his throat, and he took every drop, his Adam’s apple working to swallow me down.

I slumped down into the tub with him, aware again that the water still fell around us, and grateful it hadn’t yet turned cold. We sat facing each other for a long time, both of us just breathing in the same air, basking in the feeling of being clean, of being in the sunlight.

Of being together.

I slid forward, hooking my legs over his, one either side of his narrow hips, and closing the gap between us.

He wrapped his arms around me, drawing me even tighter. I’d gone soft after my release, but he was still rock-hard, his junk rubbing up on mine.

He buried his face in my neck and groaned. “You feel so good.” He breathed there for a moment. “I want you, but I know you’re messed up right now…”

I kissed his neck. “Not too fucked up for that.” I rocked against him, feeling how hard he was. “Never too fucked up for that.”

Lynx groaned and dragged me onto his lap. “We have no lube.”

“Don’t need it.” There was enough of his arousal. His dick was already coated in it from being pressed up against me like this.

All I had to do was lift my hips…

He guided the tip of him to my entrance, and I hovered there for a moment while he played with me, nudging my asshole. I tilted his head back, needing his mouth on mine.

He delivered, the kiss between us hot and wet and so fucking needy it was almost embarrassing. I wanted him there so fucking badly. “Fuck me,” I groaned at him. “Need you.”