Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
WELLS
Ididn’t realize until Kellan stepped into my apartment how tired he looked. And now, it’s all that I can think about as I watch him quietly disrobe in the low lighting of the bathroom. I turned the water on in my en-suite a minute ago, letting it heat up to just below scalding.
It’s quiet in my apartment except for an instrumental playlist filtering through my surround sound. When you add in the steady snowfall now bathing the outside in white, it’s making the whole situation weirdly… intimate.
Which is not something anyone would ever accuse me of being.
Trying to buy myself a little time, I exit the bathroom to grab towels from the hallway closet. One for him, and one for me too, though I haven’t decided if I’m going to use mine yet.
The shower is more than big enough for two people, with a rainfall shower head and a glass door that leads all the way down to meet the tiled floor.
A few weeks ago, I’d have fantasized about putting him under a cold stream of water and making him kiss my feet.
But that’s not what’s driving me right now.
I’m so turned on by Kellan that I can barely look at him without popping a hard-on, but this is different.
And I don’t know what to do about the way that I feel.
So instead, I’m pretending I’m not wondering what it would feel like to massage shampoo through his hair or watch as his muscled body relaxes under a hot stream of water.
I want those things for me, sure, but I also can’t stand the idea that he was out in the freezing cold for hours tonight. Which I know is a stupid thing to think, considering he practically lives in a hockey arena.
All I do is get more confused with every interaction we have, which means that I throw the towels down on the sink a little more forcefully than I expected.
Because apparently he has a job? What is that even about?
Which essentially means that he works overnight, since I know the hockey team has practice early in the morning and then he has classes.
His busy schedule is why we have our tutoring sessions in the early evening.
Is he running on a few hours of sleep every night–if he’s lucky–to get through life?
More than anything, I’m impressed.
He’s not who I thought he was, and the deeper into this we get, the more it keeps hitting me over the head like a baseball bat.
I follow Kellan’s stare down to the towels, one of them still clenched in my fist. He gives me that slightly hopeful, puppy dog head tilt that makes my stomach flutter with nerves. “Are you joining me?”
Kellan in my personal space–in my home–should have me on high alert. Instead, I’m pulling off my shirt.
He slides open the glass and steps under the hot spray. And then he fucking moans, like it’s the best feeling in the entire world. For as much as I like torturing him, I like hearing that sound even more. I love being the one to cause it.
I slide into the shower behind him, and my cock brushes against the back of his thigh as we try to fit under the spray. His perfectly sculpted ass tenses up, and I take a small step back.
His hand reaches behind him to grab my forearm, holding me close. “Stay,” he says, leaning back against me, our bodies melting together.
I’m only a hair taller than him, and he fits so well against me, skin-on-skin from our chests to our thighs. The water’s streaming down around us, steam rising toward the ceiling. I kiss his neck with wet lips before I start sucking at the straining trap muscle popping out.
That moan again. It’s going to be the death of me, how good it makes me feel to give him pleasure.
“I can take care of you, Wells,” he says in a sleepy, want-soaked voice that has my cock pushing against him. Like we’ve done this a million times before, already in tune with one another.
I bite at his skin, giving it one more hard suck before I let it go with a ‘pop.’ I pull his body closer to me, holding his hips against mine until his head drops back on my shoulder, exactly how I want him.
I reach around and run my hands across his chiseled abs, loving how they clench in my wake.
“This is what I want from you. Just like this.”
“This isn’t how we usually–”
I cut him off. “How we usually work is that I tell you exactly what I want, and you fulfill it. And right now, this is what I want. You, pressed against me.” I work my hips in a small circle, pleased beyond belief when one of his arms juts out to find the wall.
He places his palm flat against the tile, bracketed in place for me.
“That’s perfect, Kellan. So perfect. While I grind my cock into your ass, thinking of how well you’d take me. ”
“Fuck,” he says on exhale. He takes his own cock in his hand, and I can see the slow, up-and-down motion he’s making.
Right now, all I can think about is how making him feel good is making me feel fucking incredible.
The head of my cock brushes farther in, and my hips jerk instinctively to go deeper.
But not tonight. Not when he’s so tired.
Not when we’re both so relaxed, the heat from our bodies and the water melting together.
I want it slow and languid and like we have all the time in the world.
“Work yourself for me.” God, it’s so fucking sexy. How he moves his hand with so much focus. How he’s so into me ordering him around that he’s building toward his climax so easily.
My tip is rubbing against his perfect ass cheeks–hockey players really shouldn’t wear such bulky uniforms–and I grind my hips in a focused circle. The water drips down his back following the curve, and suddenly, I need more. I need to feel closer.
“Put both hands on the wall,” I instruct.
He hisses in a breath, but follows my command immediately. I know that he’s frustrated to stop jerking off. I can tell from his ragged breathing that he’s already close. But I only relish it for a moment because I know how good I’m about to make him feel.
I step closer, so that we’re pressed together, my cock nestled between his ass cheeks as I start to grind it up and down.
And if I could extend the moment, I would, but all that I can think about is wrapping my hand around his thick length, feeling the pulse of him beating.
My fingertips dance along his hip as I encircle my arm around his torso.
Then, I use my legs to spread his thighs open farther, his hips opening up wide for me.
“Wells,” he grinds out, and I love everything about how he says my name. His staccato breathing. The husky lilt in his voice.
Finally, and I swear we both let out an exhale, I take his hard cock in my hand. “Is this what you want?”
Only, I’m not saying it to tease him. I need to hear him say it. I need to hear that he wants this. That he wants me. I refuse to let myself fall into the poor little rich boy trope, but after this weekend, I need this. I need him.
My head drops down against his shoulder, where I place an uncharacteristically sloppy kiss that I hope he doesn’t notice.
I don’t know what I was looking for when I went to Mulligan’s tonight.
All I’d wanted, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself, was to stave off the loneliness I’d been feeling.
Even if I’d found something, it wouldn’t have felt as good as the way my hand is gliding down his shaft, his cock needy and pulsing.
And fuck, I’ve fantasized about this. I can’t believe that I’ve waited so long to touch him.
I lengthen my body against his back, reaching around him with my free hand to brace it next to his on the tile. At the same time, I work a long stroke down him before cupping at his balls, just to see if I can get him to moan again.
It has the desired effect. I’m euphoric, completely enveloped in the feel of him. The smell of him. The way our bodies glide together as my cock rubs up and down his ass, wetness dripping from my head that only makes me grind harder.
“Wells. Fuck. You feel so good,” he pants, and I can feel his muscles clenching against me, making it hard to think. I keep stroking him, committing every inch to memory so that I can replay tonight over and over again.
“Are you already close, Kellan?” My words are said like I’m teasing, but I can hear the neediness in them. And maybe it will stop him from realizing that I’m about to come all over his back, not knowing if I can stave off my orgasm much longer.
“I’m always ready to go for you.” I’m not expecting for his hand to shift over an inch to interlace our fingers. An uncomfortable, needy rush of emotions whips through my body before my stomach bottoms out, and my hips jerk against him–hard.
I just need a second. I can hold off. I can take care of him first.
“Kellan. I want…” It’s too late. I exhale, and I’m coming.
There’s nothing I can do to stop it. Especially when he pushes against me forcefully, my cock fully enveloped by his ass cheeks.
Milky threads of come shoot up his back, and seeing them juxtaposed on his tan skin only makes me rut into him harder.
I’ve gone from euphoric to delirious, as Kellan’s body guides me through my orgasm, his hand encircling my own keeping me tethered to reality.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, nuzzling his head against my jaw. “Take what you need.”
My hand on his cock hasn’t stopped moving, and he releases a shudder and a groan. My fingers are suddenly covered in him, ropes of come spurting all over the shower wall in front of us, like he hasn’t had an orgasm in weeks. Which I know from personal experience isn’t the case.
I start coming back into myself slowly, my breathing evening out. The water’s still scalding, though now I’m almost desensitized to it. I have no idea how long we’ve been in the shower, or what happens next.
But before I can do something stupid, say something cutting that pushes him away until the next time we’re drawn together, Kellan turns so quickly that my mouth is already open in surprise when he surges forward and kisses me.