10. Hot as Hell
10
HOT AS HELL
CALEB
H e shook his head.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
Why the fuck not?
I was about to ask him when I heard two people and footsteps coming towards the locker room.
Grabbing him, I opened a shower stall and pushed him inside, locking the door behind me. Thank fuck they had shower stalls.
I turned around and licked my lips. This was fucking tiny .
He was well over six feet and so was I, with muscles, and the shower was built for one person. Not two tall men.
“W-what are you doing?” he whispered, shifting on his feet like a nervous teenager.
I take it back. I was glad the shower was tiny, and I could press against him so easily. My semi brushed against the hard tent on his pants, and he took a sharp breath trying to back away. He was going to slip, and he did, but I shot my arm out and grabbed him before he could smack his head on the tiles.
“Oh, I think someone already used the pool, babe.”
Fuck me . Why does it have to be my ex, Aaron, out of all the people to come to the pool? That means… his fiancé also came.
Just fucking great.
I groaned in the man’s chest and held him close. He smelled really nice. Clean and musky with a hint of rain forest.
“What—”
I glared at him. “ Shh .”
“It’s alright. We will swim for a while and grab breakfast with others.” Their voices were muffled. “Do you think…”
I turned on the shower and the man in the glasses pouted at me. What the fuck? Well… he wasn’t pouting exactly, but he looked so sad, and his bottom lip jutted out as water fell on us, slowly drenching his clothes.
“If you keep pouting like that, I won’t be able to stop,” I whispered to him, scrunching his shirt underneath my hands.
“S-stop what?” He asked, his eyes fleeting down to where our hips were pressed against each other. His glasses were covered in drops of water, so I gently plucked them off. His eyes widened, and he leaned close to take them back from me, but I held them behind my back.
“Give them back!” He whispered as the voices in the locker room faded, but I wanted to tease him.
“Or what?” I drawled, eyeing his white shirt getting drenched and showing off his lean muscular form. I bit my lip. “You gonna suck my cock like you did that night?” His eyes gleamed with hot lust, and I continued, pressing him more. “Remember what a good boy you were, trying to deep throat me on your first try and swallowing all my cum, hm?”
“Fuck you,” he said harshly, his voice breathy and husky. He was about to open the door, but his shoe slipped, making me grunt as we both fell on the wet tile floor.
“Fuck, can’t you see where you’re walking?” I snapped, pulling back from his chest and glaring at his handsome face. Water sprinkled around us as he leaned against the wall with me on top of him, straddling his hips. Fuck . He was so hard. The heavy, hot feeling of him felt good underneath me. It was different than the softness of Anna’s thighs and skin.
“I can’t!” He snapped back, running a hand down his face. “I’m not wearing my glasses, because someone took them.”
I stared at him as he glared. His lashes were long, droplets falling from them, his brown eyes bright and soft. Angular nose with high cheekbones and sharp jaw with stubble.
His throat bobbed as he squirmed underneath me, making me groan when our cocks rubbed against each other. Only his wet pants separating us.
I bit my lip, leaning closer to his face. “I want to kiss you, pretty boy.”
Kyle
Kiss me .
I wanted to arch up and beg him to press his lips against mine. But it was… wrong . I shouldn’t have been there. Sprawled on the floor with a shower drenching my clothes and the handsome man straddling my hips with his pretty cock and piercing gliding in the overhead lighting.
Pretty cock? He’s rubbing off on me.
Literally .
My lips parted and a moan slipped out when my shaft pressed against the confines of my pants. Oh god .
His eyes were wide, and I was glad he was leaning close so I could see him clearly without needing my glasses. I tried to shift, but his weight pressed me down. I bit my bottom lip, watching his large palm glide down my soaked shirt to my pants.
“ Oh? ” He purred, his voice husky and deep. It was seductive and I wanted to arch up to him. Hear him moan like he did that night. “You want this. Look how hard your cock is straining against your pants.”
My eyes flickered from his hand to his face, his eyes pinned on me as I swallowed. He lowered his hand on my thigh, brushing over the obvious hard-on. My hand clenched when he didn’t touch me where I wanted him to?—
“Give me your hand,” he whispered, his tone soft making me feel on edge. I wasn’t expecting such softness from him.
I raised my right hand and watched him hold it, his skin warm as he lowered my hand to my crotch. I let out a grunt when he moved my hand over the pants.
“Go on,” he said, his voice breathy. “Unzip and show me your pretty dick.”
“God… fuck ,” I whimpered and lowered my zipper, pulling out my hardened member. He groaned seeing it. My tip was already leaking with pre-cum, and I pumped myself seeing his cock twitch and pulse.
“Yeah, stroke yourself— mm , just like that,” he moaned, his hand wrapping around himself as we both jerked ourselves and soon our hips started moving in a rhythm.
And before I knew what I was doing, I was pulling him closer with my hand on his waist. My knuckles brushed against the skin of his cock, soft, velvety and hard.
His eyes were hooded and dark. His flustered face inches away from me. My eyes lowered to his lips, the piercing glinting as the water from the shower slowed down.
“May I?” he asked, his voice needy and barely audible.
I didn’t answer him. I leaned up and brushed my lips against him. Soft, warm lips. I pulled back, peering at him from my lashes. His pupils dilated when my hand slid up from his waist to his neck. I could feel his pulse beat. So fast.
We shared a breath before we were on each other. His lips felt so fucking good against mine. I teased the lip piercing making him groan, his hand tightening on my hair making me gasp into his hot mouth. His tongue swiped over my bottom lip, the feel of another metal making me melt as he kissed me harder, angling our head to deepen the kiss.
I lowered my hand on his back, his skin wet and warm. The muscles bunched and relaxed when I moved my palm over his hip, pushing on me in the small space. My legs would get cramped, but I didn’t care, because he was on top of me, and his lips felt fucking great against mine. Even his cock…
We pulled away, almost breathless. I looked down and let out a groan at the sight of our cocks rubbing against each other. The metal barbell of his piercing pressed against my sensitive tip making me gasp and arch.
“Fuck, this is hot as hell,” he whispered, wrapping his hand around our cocks, making me shiver. Our girths were so thick that his fingers didn’t touch each other. I groaned when he squeezed us, stroking us together. His soft, velvety hard skin rubbing against me was too much.
“ Shh ,” he whispered, cupping my mouth with his other hand. His hair was wet from the shower, locks dripping with water. It should be illegal for someone to look so hot and handsome in such an embarrassing situation.
And he looked anything but embarrassing.
My moan muffled against his palm when he slowed down, squeezing our shafts harder.
“Fuck me, you feel so great,” he breathed out. “Circle your fingers and hold our cocks together… mhm , just like that, babe.”
“I’m not your babe,” I said, glaring at him and following his instructions. “L-like this?”
“Babe. Baby. Gorgeous. My darling whore. Pretty slut,” he said and leaned down to lick my neck, biting the soft skin. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want when you’re whimpering for my cock like you want to worship each and every inch of it with your sweet fucking mouth. You understand?”
I swallowed, licking my dry mouth.
He scoffed, straightening up. “That’s what I thought, pretty boy.” I clenched my jaw even though the praise made my stomach warm. “Put your fingers here… fuck, don’t press ?—”
His hips jerked into the fist I had made for us when I swiped my thumb over his head like I had seen him do in the video. My lips parted in awe watching him lose control, so I did it again, slowly, and I was rewarded with hot pre-cum flowing down his pierced head.
“Fuck…” he whispered, his hands clawing at my shirt when he thrusted into the fist, rubbing his shaft over me. His beady eyes met mine and I looked away. I couldn’t stand the intense look in them.
Another moan slipped out of my throat when I used both of my hands around us, making it a tight hole as he kept moving and rolling his hips. Watching him fuck my hands and rub against my cock was an art itself. Although I didn’t know much about art—I worked in finance, I was more of a numbers guy—I could appreciate the beauty of him. His muscles clenched and stomach tensed with each slow thrust. Sweat and water sheeted his toned body as the ink of his tattoos gleamed.
I licked my lips at the strange thought of sitting up and licking them. I’d trace his hard nipples with my tongue and gently tug on the piercing with my teeth.
“If you keep looking at me like that… your fucking eyes.” he trailed off, his hands scrunching on my shirt when I whimpered, his fingers playing with my nipple. His eyes lit up. “Yeah? You’re sensitive here, babe?”
I tried. I tried really hard to fight off the moan, but I couldn’t stop it when he pinched it before rubbing it gently. He clucked his tongue and fisting my shirt, he raised it up to my mouth.
“Bite on it,” he ordered. “As much as I love hearing your pretty whimpers, I don’t want to get caught.”
I bit on it, his fingers brushed over my tongue, my eyes flashing on him as he splayed his hand over my bare chest and stomach. I shivered, relishing under the warm weight of his eyes. I wasn’t as muscular as him, but I went on regular runs and I had a couple of abs that I was proud of.
“You look so fucking sexy right now,” he said, spreading his hands over my stomach, touching me everywhere and wherever he wanted. My skin singed wherever he touched me, wanting more.
I groaned into my shirt, biting the material harder when he thrust into my hands, wrapping one of his own over me, tightening his hold until I was squirming underneath him.
“ Fuck ,” he let out a low groan, the sound making me drop to the edge. His eyes averted from our cocks to my face. “I can imagine how tight your ass would be when I fuck it.”
Oh god .
I was going to cum.
My balls tightened and my hands went lax when the explosive orgasm shot out of me, hot white cum spurting over our cocks, hands and my stomach. The orgasm trailed off, making me whimper into the shirt.
“Yeah, let it go, pretty boy,” his voice was so close. I opened my eyes and stared up at him as he stroked me, using my cum as lubrication to pump faster.
I kept releasing until my stomach tensed and chest heaved with how?—
“Sunrise looked so pretty, didn’t it, my love?”
We both froze when we heard the same voice from before. They were back. Aaron and his fiancé.
Oh fuck.