33. caleb
33
caleb
“Fuck!” I moan, releasing into his mouth.
My fingers grip Nathaniel’s golden-brown hair, which looks more like dark brown under the water. My vision blanks out as I try to float back down to earth. I lean my head against the shower wall, letting the water stream over my face.
He rises to his feet, licking his lips like he owns me. When I followed him in here this morning, I didn’t expect to be the one completely blissed out. I came in with the intention of driving him wild—but he always finds a way to turn the tables.
“Mmm,” I murmur, unable to string a proper sentence together.
He leans into the water and brushes his lips softly over mine. I blink open my eyes, wondering why he’s being so quiet—until I glance down and see his erection standing tall, his hand lazily stroking up and down.
He gently grabs my arms and turns me around to face the wall.
“What are you doing?” I laugh breathlessly.
Still silent, his fingertips run teasingly down my crease, his answer clear.
“Please, Nathaniel,” I whisper, leaning my head back against his shoulder. But he backs away, just out of reach, and I bite back a needy sound. Is he seriously playing hard to get right now?
With one hand, he tilts my body forward. The other guides my hips back. I brace myself against the wall, positioning as instructed. When he nudges my foot with his, I spread for him without question.
The shower isn’t huge, but it’s just big enough for both of us. Steam curls around us as I close my eyes and give in to his touch.
“I’m so happy,” I mutter under my breath.
He pauses, fingers gently squeezing me in response.
Then, suddenly, I feel something warm drizzle down my rim. He’s using my cum as lube. His fingers follow right after, spreading it in smoothly. What a dirty, dirty boy.
This is one of the many things I love about Nathaniel: left to his own devices, he constantly surprises me. I think he surprises himself, and it’s mesmerizing to witness.
“Oh, damn,” I moan, finally understanding what he’s doing.
“I’m happy too,” Nathaniel finally says, his voice deep and sure. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” One finger slips into me, and I gasp.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sore from last night. Two rounds back to back definitely took their toll—but holy shit, was it worth it. I’ll take him anytime, anywhere. As long as he’ll have me, I’m his.
His fingers move steadily, curling just right, hitting my spot over and over. I glance down and see my erection already back in full force.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I groan. I’ve never met someone so perfectly aligned with my sex drive. He might even be hornier than me, and that’s saying something.
“Brace yourself,” he mutters, aligning his tip at my entrance.
I breathe deeply, steadying myself. He pushes in slowly, stretching me inch by inch until he bottoms out, hips flush against me.
“You’re getting so good at that,” he breathes, biting my shoulder lightly.
“I—I—fuck,” I stammer. So much for being the king of dirty talk. Nathaniel has me tripping over my own tongue, but judging by the growl he lets out, he doesn’t seem to mind.
“I’m going to start moving now. You good?” he pants, straightening behind me, holding my hips tightly.
I nod quickly, bracing against the slick tile as hot water cascades down my back.
“Use your words,” he commands.
“I’m good, Nathaniel. So fucking good,” I moan. “Move. Now.”
He doesn’t wait. He starts thrusting deeply, pulling my hips back into him with each stroke.
Every time he grazes my prostate, I lose a little more of my mind. I’m seeing stars. I never want him to stop.
Nathaniel grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me upright, chest pressed to my back. One hand roams my body, mapping every inch.
“You’re taking my dick so well,” he grunts.
“You make me feel so fucking good,” I breathe. He rewards me with a firm grip around my dick, sending shockwaves through my whole body. “Holy shit,” I moan. I’m so sensitive that my legs tremble.
“I’m not going to last long with you talking like that,” he groans into my ear, lips brushing my neck. He licks a line up my neck, sending shivers straight to my core.
“Your dick feels so fucking good in my ass,” I moan.
“Yeah?” he pants.
“Yeah,” I gasp.
“Shit. Fuck.” He tenses behind me, his hand slowing. I feel every spurt of his release inside me, and it’s too much—I can’t hold back. I wrap my hand around his, jerking myself rapidly until I explode once again against the shower wall.
“Damn, Nathaniel,” I gasp heavily, head falling forward as I paint the tile.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his thrusts slowing. I can feel our mix dripping down my thighs, slick and hot. The thought of him inside me, coating me, has me reeling.
I turn around slowly, letting him slide out of me, and immediately wrap my arms around him. I feel empty without him inside me—but holding him like this? I’ve never felt more complete.
He leans into my neck and sighs. “I feel like this is how it was always supposed to be.”
His arms trace slow, soothing lines across my back. I do the same.
“I know. I feel it too,” I whisper. “It’s like we were chasing each other this whole time without knowing it.”
Nathaniel lifts his head and looks into my eyes. His wet hair is a mess and somehow still sexy as hell. I run my fingers through it, pushing it back.
“So, what are you going to do now that you’ve caught me?” he asks with a crooked smile.
I pretend to think for a second, then shrug. “Never let you go.”
He chuckles, then pulls me in for a soft, lingering kiss.