Chapter 16 #2
He returned, dragging a hand along the edge of the small table and rounding it until he was by my side. He pulled at my chair until there was room for him to sit on my lap.
“I guess I wouldn’t mind one more day, holed up in here with you.” His tone was seductive, but when he finished, instead of going in for a kiss, our foreheads met. “But I guess we can’t live inside this snow globe forever, can we?”
A sigh I’d been holding in for who knew how long came out in full force. “No, we cannot.”
“Time to face the real world?”
“Not exactly, no, Austin. It’s just time to face your parents.”
He nodded against my head but didn’t respond.
We stayed like that for a long moment, each thinking our complicated thoughts, neither talking. Our gazes were locked, and our breathing synched up. It was like the two of us were the subject of a snow globe, a perfectly enclosed entity, frozen in place and time, protected from the outside world.
Of course, it was up to me to shatter it.
“Shower with me, sweetheart, and then we can get out of here.”
He didn’t move, but he nodded against me once again.
“Okay,” he croaked out, so he said it again.
“Okay. Let’s get this room cleaned up and the sheets in the dryer first.” He looked at me then.
“Shower last”—he smirked—“so we can remember it during the rest of the week while I’m sleeping in my childhood bedroom, and you're down the hall in the guest room.”
He kissed me like he never wanted me to forget it before groaning, hopping up, turning, and crowding me in while he leaned over and cleared dishes.
From my vantage point, I could see his dick protruding from the thin material of his shorts.
I put pressure on my own arousal as I let out a groan of my own, glad that my dick was keeping up with Austin’s and thankful again that Austin hadn’t made mention of it when mine hadn’t perked up when we’d kissed the night before.
Arms full, Austin eyed my hand at my crotch and teased me, “It’s hot watching me clean your house, isn’t it?”
I teased him right back, my voice light and laughing as I pressed my hand down in an exaggerated fashion and confessed, “It really is,” hoping the laugh in my tone covered up the truth that I really did appreciate how he’d intuited my need to keep my home orderly.
If only his intrusion into my life hadn’t shaken me beyond anything a quick tidy up could solve. Austin Lessand had gone and made my life a disorderly mess.
I’d thought the shower would be a hot and heavy frenzy, but it was memorable for being quite the opposite. We took turns washing each other, our hands finding every inch of skin, like we were memorizing each other. The process ended with him washing my hair.
“I love the smell of your shampoo,” he said, my back to him as his fingertips massaged my scalp.
“I’ve packed some to bring with me,” I shared.
“We’ll be sharing a bathroom there as well. I hope you brought a big bottle.”
I turned to face him then. “I can buy more.” I moved in for a kiss, but he pulled back and turned us so that he could rinse my hair.
“Careful. I don’t want to get any in your eyes.
” As soon as he was done, I opened my eyes and took him in, glistening from the water and pink from the washcloth I had run all over his body.
I leaned in slowly and he did too. Lips pressing lips, tongues playing, hands dancing over naked skin.
I don’t know how long we stayed there. The water turned cold, and our hands found each other, but they did so lazily as if we had all the time in the world, as if we could stand there and pleasure each other forever. As if neither of us was ready to leave.
I’d gone mostly soft, but Austin's hands on me, his lips on me, my scent on his hair and skin, woke me right up. Austin’s dick was firm when I began caressing it, teasing him with light fingers up and down his shaft, fluttering over the tip.
The lighter I dusted him, the tighter he pulled at me.
We were both still moving languidly, and after a few more dancing trips up and down his cock, I took him firmly in hand.
He hissed, and his head tilted back as I got to work pumping and squeezing.
With nothing else for them to do while my lover was arched back away from me, my lips took to rambling. “You like that, sweetheart? Are you going to come for me? Come all over me? Make a mess of me again so you’ll have to run your hands all over me once more to clean me up?”
He returned his lips to mine but not for long as they found their way behind my ear, down my neck, and all along my collarbone. It was my turn to moan and lean back, and I turned us until I was resting on the tiles that had long ago turned cold.
The move had Austin standing up straight, and our eyes locked, each of us with one hand on the other’s member, my other hand palm flat on the tiles behind me, his tickling my chest lightly like I’d teased his dick.
“Like this,” he commanded, kissing me once more quickly but then straightening up again.
“Watching each other.” I wondered what he could see in my eyes because I felt like I could see the whole world in his.
My whole world turned upside down, reversed, and reflected back at me in the eyes of this man I had only just met.
I moved my hand back to his waist, needing to be connected to him every way I could.
I grabbed us both in hand for a few pumps, then we each took over for ourselves, our dicks and hands touching, brushing up against each other's stomachs, leaking there.
Austin picked up his pace, his breathing quickening to sinful huffs, his eyes never leaving mine except for when his head arched back as he quieted, and I felt his cum hit me just below my belly button.
I dragged my hand up and swiped at it, continuing to stroke my hard, heavy cock while Austin tugged and squeezed at my balls with his cum-soaked hand, barely taking a moment to come down from his own high.
He never took his eyes from mine, so I had to narrate. “You’re so fucking hot. I’m using your cum to slick the way.” I could feel my balls tightening, and I knew he could feel it too. He leaned in then to whisper directly in my ear.
“That’s it, babe. Come for me.” He began kissing a sensitive spot behind my ear.
I huffed in two heavy breaths, then ordered, “Look at me,” almost not getting the command out before my entire body was awash in sensation, that joyous tightening pulling at my cock and spreading to every nerve ending.
His eyes were on me right before mine closed, and my mouth opened in a silent “o”; I could feel them on me, even with my eyes shut, even as all other sight, sound, and sense left me in favor of sensation.
He held me tight as I came down, eventually whispering in my ear, “We gotta get those sheets out of the dryer.”
“Talk dirty to me,” I countered as we pulled apart.
He turned to the now-freezing water and ran a cold, soapy cloth over both of us, giving my spent dick a little tug in teasing response, so of course, I couldn’t help but give his ass a slight tap when he turned around again to shut off the water.
I couldn’t remember ever having as much fun with another man, or in the shower for that matter.
I was elated, riding the high of my most recent orgasm, sure, but mainly I was elated just being with Austin, knowing that I could make him grunt and moan and come, but of equal importance, knowing that I was making him laugh.
I could have almost forgotten that outside world that was beckoning us if we hadn’t gotten out of the best shower of my life, dressed, made the bed, then packed up and left the house.
A clump of snow falling from a tree and onto my SUV as we backed out felt like our snow globe shattering in a million pieces.