Chapter Fourteen #2
“I was trying.” He shrugs nonchalantly before walking into a stall and flicking on the water.
I stare after him blankly until he starts removing his clothes.
I force myself to rip my eyes away from him and go a few stalls down to put some space between us.
It doesn’t really do much to help because the walls of the shower stalls only come up to my chest, and I’m rather short, so I can see a decent amount of Jett’s upper body every time I glance in his direction.
Which I might be doing an inappropriate number of times, but you should just mind your own business about that.
He’s paying absolutely no attention to me as I quickly wash off, but I’m paying way too much attention to him.
He’s definitely older than me. I’m not sure exactly how old he is, but the lines around his eyes are distinguished in a rugged way.
They don’t scream ‘hey, I’m getting old’, they’re more of a ‘I’ve smiled a lot in my life’ kind of presence.
One that makes him almost magnetic to be around.
He weaves his fingers in the strands on his scalp, detangling it as he works through to the ends.
My eyes get hung up on the way his muscles flex as he washes and conditions his long hair.
The water pouring over every valley and dip of his muscles.
The droplets that cling to his long lashes as he flutters them closed.
My dick is throbbing as I rinse off, and it’s impossible to ignore.
It’s been a long time, way too long, since I’ve gotten off and the longer I stand and gawk at him, the worse it gets.
I was trying.
He was trying to get fucked by me? No one ever looks at me and thinks that. His words replay in my mind over and over and I can’t help the thoughts that take over my brain. Me pushing him against the wall, touching his body, forcing my fingers inside of him. All the things people usually do to me.
I start to lather my hair, trying my best to ignore the cravings coursing through my veins. I hear his shower shut off, and my mouth moves before I even have time to think about what I’m saying.
“Jett?” I call out as I continue to lather my hair, not brave enough to look in his direction. In fact, I’m not even brave enough to face myself, so I close my eyes to avoid dealing with my own dumb ideas.
“Yes, Everest.” He replies, his deep voice bouncing around the empty room.
“If you still want to owe me a favor, there’s lube in my bag.” I offer with a mischievous smirk.
He doesn’t bother to say anything back to me, so I keep my eyes closed as I finish scrubbing my scalp.
I can hear him moving around, but I have no idea what he’s doing.
I step underneath the water, hiding my face as I rinse my hair.
I’m cursing myself, frustrated for even saying anything as I run my fingers through the slick strands.
I should’ve just kept my stupid mouth shut. He was obviously joking.
“Fuck,“ I nearly jump out of my own skin as a warm hand runs down my side and then wraps around my waist.
“I’m surprised you changed your mind,” he whispers into my neck as he pulls me back into his chest. I haven’t seen his dick yet, but I can feel it pressed against my lower back and it’s nothing to laugh at.
In seconds, mine is standing up and begging for attention.
His lips and hands skim over my bare flesh as I wipe the water from my face, his touch causing a vine of chills to snake up my body.
“Tell me what you want, Jett.” I demand impatiently as I run my fingers through my hair, brushing it out of my eyes. His mouth is so close to me that his facial hair tickles my skin, and his breath warms my blood.
His teeth skim across my shoulder before gently sinking into the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck. I groan as my dick jerks, precum slowly dripping to the shower floor before swirling down the drain.
“Mmmm,“ he hums as he continues to run his hands across my body. “I switch. Whatever you’re offering, I’m fine with.”
I roll my eyes, because I should’ve known he was going to be submissive in bed too, and I’m still annoyed about it.
I’m aware that I’m technically the one who’s supposed to be doing the work, since he’s going to owe me a favor, but I was still holding out hope that he was just cutting me some slack or something.
“You’re the one writing me an IOU. Tell me what you want, JP.”
He grabs the bottle of lube that he set on the shelf in front of me and slips it into my hand.
“Stretch me open. Mouth first.” He demands as he runs his fingers up the back of my neck.
Another wave of chills nearly takes over my body before I force myself away from him.
The way he’s touching me is making me squirm.
It’s not bad, it’s just… different. No one has ever touched me this way before.
Every pass of his fingertips is full of adoration and tenderness that I don’t deserve, and I don’t know how to process it.
People don’t touch me that way. Not even the guys I sleep with on a regular basis.
I turn toward him and grab his wrist, raising his hand to the wall in front of us, before tilting the showerhead so that it doesn’t spray directly on us.
“Stick it out for me. I’m no magician, Jett.
” I lightly smack his ass to get him to move into position.
He complies without a single noise or complaint, and I know it’s not because he isn’t enjoying what I’m doing.
I’m normally in his shoes, so I know that his brain has already shut off.
His dick is standing proudly, and the head is an angry shade of red that has my mouth watering as I kneel behind him.
I try to keep the same pace he was using, running my hands down his sides and hips, but impatience takes over and I spread him open.
“Do you shave?” I ask as I rub my thumb over his opening. He props his other arm on the wall and lets his head hang between his shoulders.
“No. I’m just lucky, I think.” He answers on an exhale.
“Indeed. Good genetics,“ I agree as I lean forward and gently swipe my tongue across his flesh. He immediately tenses, a curse slipping from his lips.
“You know how this works, Jett. Relax for me, baby.” I demand as I pull his hips further out, causing his hands to slip further down the wall. I lean back in and waste no time using my mouth on him. He said it would get busy in here soon, and I really want to be gone by then.
“Oh fuck,“ he whimpers as I slide the tip of my tongue inside of him. “From enemies to ‘baby’ in a couple hours, should I feel honored?”
I force my way further inside of him before pulling out. “You should.” I reply playfully. “No one else in this prison has seen me in this position.”
Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t know if anyone has ever seen me this way.
I’ve only been with a couple of people and because of my size they always wanted to top.
I know that I’m smaller, but it doesn’t take a lot of effort to ask someone if they would enjoy reversing the roles every now and then.
Don’t get me wrong, I love bottoming, but I’m a vers for a reason.
It’s very obvious how much I want this by how terribly my dick is aching right now.
I’ve never been inside someone like this, and my body is trembling with anticipation.
“I guess I really am lucky then,” he says with a sultry smirk.
I lean around him and raise my hand in front of his face. “Suck.”
I’m not usually demanding, but I know what I enjoy when I’m in his position.
Even if this isn’t what I’m used to doing, I want to make him feel good.
No matter what, I always put an effort in to please my partners, because the only reason we even do this is for pleasure.
If there are two things in life that are meant to be fun, it’s sex and vacations.
I dare someone to argue that point with me. I will win.
He opens his mouth as he stares down at me, and I slide two fingers in.
It’s so fucking warm that my dick jerks against his leg as he forces his tongue underneath my fingers.
He sucks as I slide them back and forth, forcing them into his mouth.
He opens his lips, lapping at my fingers one more time, leaving a trail of saliva dripping between us.
“Goooood boy,“ I purr with a chuckle as I lean back behind him. “You’re an overachiever, I see.”
“I think– it might only be–” He fumbles out as rub my fingers around, teasing his entrance. “For you.” He finally gets out in a whisper. I don’t know what he means by that, but I don’t bother asking for clarification. We both know what this is, right?
I press the tip of my finger inside. The blazing heat makes my cock twitch again, but Jett gets impatient and starts rocking back on my finger.
There isn’t a lot of water trickling down his back, but it’s enough that I’m worried about it washing away what little lubrication we have, so I remove my finger and flick open the bottle of lube he got from my bag.
I liberally apply it to his flesh before wrapping my hand around my own dick, coating it as well.
I lazily jerk myself at the same pace my finger slides in and out of him, trying to graze against his prostate with every pass.
“More. Bitte,“ he demands as his eyes pop open. “Oh god. That’s fucking hot.” His dick pulses out precum that slowly drips from the tip as he watches my hand slide up and down my dick.
“Bitte?” I question as I pull back, my finger brushing over his prostate again.
“Pleaseee,” he practically whines. “Bitte means please. Please, please.”
I carefully work another finger in and by the time I’ve got three fingers inside of him, his legs are trembling.
“I think you’re ready,” I say as I stand up behind him, trailing my hands along his body.
He watches as I wrap my hand around his dick, gliding back and forth a few times. His hips move involuntarily, chasing my touch.