Five
Micah
I took a few deep breaths before following Cam into the bathroom.
He was already standing under the showerhead, his dark hair slicked back against his head as the water sluiced off his muscular form.
Unlike me, Cam liked exercise. I worried about how full of energy he would be without the hour he spent most mornings running at full speed. His body showed off his active life with his well-defined abs and his toned biceps. Some of his muscles were thanks to his dragon genes, but he worked hard to keep them maintained. Hell, he'd flown across the continents just last night while carrying me and all our luggage on his back, and he wasn't even tired now. He had more energy than he knew what to do with.
Cam glanced over at me, his green eyes lighting up as he made a 'come here' gesture with his finger.
Rolling my eyes, I walked into the shower, and Cam pulled me close, pressing his lips to mine.
I moaned softly as I kissed him back, gripping his waist as I pressed closer, trapping our cocks between us.
The tip of Cam's tongue brushed along my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth for him as the warm water rained down on us.
Our tongues tangled together, and Cam's palms squeezed my ass as he rocked his cock against mine, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
Then, he pulled back just like he had in the bedroom, leaving me panting as he turned around to grab a loofah and pour some body wash onto it.
I knew what he was doing. It was a game he liked to play, one where he pushed and pushed and pushed me until I broke, until I lost all semblance of control. Or rather, until I took control.
He always managed to win, but this time I was determined not to let him. Two could play at this game.
Taking a few deep breaths, I centered myself, determined to get through this shower without falling for it. I didn't know why he enjoyed pushing me so much, or why it felt so good when he did, even when I lost.
I could be competitive, though, and I wasn't going to let Cam win this time, no matter how wonderful it felt when he did.
"Let's get you washed up, hmm?" Cam said as he ran the loofah over my heated skin, as if our cocks weren't hard and bobbing between us, desperate for some touch.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning as the soft sponge of the loofah ran over my hard nipples, sending flashes of pleasure straight to my dick.
"What do you think of nipple piercings?" Cam mused, his eyes stuck on my nipples.
"They'd look better on you," I said, reaching up to thumb his pale pink nipples.
Cam sucked in a sharp breath, then stepped closer as he slid the loofah lower, then ran it over my cock, taking his time soaping it up.
"Cam..." I warned as I held myself still, refusing to fall for his teasing touches. I wasn't giving in, not today.
"What is it, Micah? Want me to do your back too?" he asked, flashing me his mischievous grin before he grabbed my hips and turned me around, tightening his grip when my wet feet slipped on the bathroom floor.
"Careful," he said, the playfulness disappearing from his voice for a moment as his concern took over. It made me soften a little. Even when he was driving me utterly crazy, he still never failed to show me how much he loved me.
Once I was steady on my feet, he started washing my back, and it felt kinda good, so much so that I started relaxing.
Just as I felt my limbs loosening up, though, he pressed the loofah to my ass, rubbing it over the globes before sliding it over my hole.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I tensed all over again, groaning softly.
"I have to make sure every inch of you is spic and span, don't I?"
How he managed to make 'spic and span' sound sexy, I'd never know.
I was starting to enjoy the feel of the soft, soapy loofah rubbing against my hole when Cam stopped. Again.
"Cam!" He was driving me fucking crazy.
"What, I have to get clean too," he said, like he was confused over my ire. The sparkle in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing as he turned me back around, and he was enjoying every moment of it. "Here, will you do it for me?"
He handed me the loofah, and I stared down at it as desire burned through me, as my cock ached for release.
Sliding my gaze up to Cam's face, I narrowed my eyes at his sparkling ones, and dropped the loofah on the wet floor.
Cam's brows shot up, and his lips parted, probably to ask me an all-too-innocent question. Before he could get a word out, though, I grabbed his hips and pushed him, pressing his back against the wall.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening as they met mine. We both knew he could easily shove me away, and we both knew he never would.
Cam liked this. He liked it when I took control, when I made him do what I wanted.
"You," I grumbled, leaning forward to nip at his lower lip, "you are driving me insane."
Cam huffed out a laugh, then groaned when I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed. "Fuck, Micah."
"Is this what you wanted, Cam? For me to do with you as I please?"
Cam's eyes fluttered open, his lids heavy as he gazed at me. Running his tongue over his lower lip, he smirked. "You're so sexy like this, Micah. All frustrated and annoyed and so fucking horny."
Making a sound that almost resembled a growl, I slammed my mouth to his, pulling him into a punishing kiss as I wrapped my palm around both our lengths, using only the water pouring down on us as I started jacking us off, my grip tight around our lengths.
"Fuck," Cam groaned against my lips as his hand clamped onto my waist, his hips struggling to move as I held him still against the wall with one hand.
Biting at his lower lip, I slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting his need on his tongue, on his panted breaths.
I could tell when Cam's orgasm drew close, because his nails started digging into my skin as he shook under my hand. And that was when I dropped my hand from around our lengths and took a step back.
Cam cried out, struggling against my hand on his hip to follow after. Instead, I slid my hand up to his shoulder and pushed, raising a brow at him when he met my eyes.
With a soft moan, Cam sank to his knees in front of me.
Cam
Fuck. This was what I'd been waiting for. This was what I needed.
Micah was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, even after all these years and roaming all over the world. But he was the sexiest like this, barely hanging on as he ordered me around.
Most of the time, Micah did whatever popped up in my mind, happy to go along with me. I tried my best to make sure he wanted to do the things I did before I dragged him into it, but he almost never said no.
Which was why it felt so fucking good when he took the lead, when he told me what to do. I didn't listen to many people in this world, but I'd always listen to Micah.
I blinked up at him as he stepped forward, opening my mouth when he brushed the tip of his dick against my lips, coating them with his precum.
I wanted to lick my lips, but I wanted to lick him more. Sliding my tongue out, I went to lick at his tip when he pulled back with a tsk.
"Don't move," he murmured, and then he slid his cock into my mouth, pushing forward until he was buried to the hilt, my nose pressed against his groin. "I love you so fucking much."
Humming around his length and hoping he'd know I meant to say "I love you too," I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking desperately.
Micah cupped my face as he gazed down at me and slowly started moving his hips, sliding in and out like we had all the time in the world. "You have such an amazing mouth," he murmured, running his thumb over my lower lip. "Even when you're saying things that drive me crazy, or teasing me, or coming up with the newest ways to make people laugh... I always love that mouth of yours. I love your wide grins, and that silly smirk you get when you think you're getting away with something."
I swallowed around his length as my throat tightened. While Micah never hesitated in telling me how much he loved me, he didn't often compliment me like this. I knew he loved me and that he was attracted to me, but it was nice to hear him say it sometimes.
I love the look you get in your eyes when I get on your nerves , I said into the link since my mouth was otherwise occupied. And I love it when you take control, when you make me do things.
Micah smirked, then pushed his dick all the way back into my mouth before pausing. Because of my dragon side, I could hold my breath for a lot longer than a typical human, and Micah knew it too. I swallowed around him again and again, egging him on.
"I know you like it. You don't always have to push me to get your way, you know. You can just ask nicely."
I tried to grin around his length as he started moving again.
Now where's the fun in that?
Snorting, Micah shook his head, his hand sliding into my hair as he pulled me forward and started thrusting in earnest.
My cock was hard as a rock between my legs, and I reached for it as Micah held me up, matching his rhythm as I jerked myself off.
Micah's hips stuttered as his orgasm drew close, and his finger tightened painfully in my hair, sending sharp stings of pleasure down my spine.
When Micah went still, I quickened my hand around myself as his cock jerked in my mouth and he spilled down my throat, his thick cum warming me up more than the hot shower ever could.
He took a step back, sliding almost all the way out of my mouth, and I hummed as his salty cum coated my tongue. The taste of him was enough to send my own climax barreling through me, and I bowed forward, my hand gripping his thigh as I tried to hold myself up.
My cum spilled on his legs, painting his fair skin with streaks of white, and I panted as I shuddered through the aftershocks. My body felt like a live wire, and tremors rocked through me.
Micah removed my hand from his leg, then sank to his knees in front of me and pulled me into his arms.
I clung to him as the powerful climax ended, leaving me feeling sated and buzzy and utterly calm for a few short minutes.
"You are so good for me," Micah murmured into my hair, and I smiled as I smushed my face against his chest, breathing in his fresh soapy scent with a delicious hint of sex.
Once I had control of my limbs back, we finished our shower, and I sheepishly thought about the fact that we'd 'used' more water showering together than we would've showering separately.
Thankfully, Micah didn't call me out on it. Instead, he led me to the bed with his hand clasped around mine, then made me sit on the edge of the bed as he dried my hair.
Whenever we did something like this, Micah spent the next few hours taking care of me. He reminded me of his dad when he did that, going all sweet and caring. Not that he wasn't always, but right now, he was in, like, turbo mode.
"After lunch, we should talk to DD about the house thing," Micah reminded as he ran his fingers through my hair, and I pushed into his touch.
Okay, maybe I was extra clingy for a while after too. Who wouldn't be?
I hummed in answer, resting my forehead against his chest when he stopped playing with my hair. Wrapping my arms around his waist so he wouldn't move, I breathed in deeply, letting his scent relax me for a few moments.
It was only when my stomach growled loudly that Micah pulled back, forcing me to drop my arms.
"Come on. Let's get dressed. It's almost time for lunch."
Had we been in the shower for close to a whole hour? Or had I spent longer holding Micah just now than I realized?
Shaking my head, I straightened up and waved Micah off when he offered to dress me, taking the clothes from him and doing it myself, even if my limbs felt twice their weight and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and curl up with my mate.
Instead, I waited for him to finish dressing—he picked a plain navy blue shirt with a sparkly sheen to it that reached halfway down his thighs, and white leggings that clung to him like a second skin—before taking his hand in mine.
Micah smiled at me, then leaned forward to kiss me softly. My heart picked up the pace from where it'd just returned to a normal rhythm, but he pulled away before the kiss could start leading somewhere.
"Come on. I need to feed my dragon."