Lennox
I’m familiar with the faucets and how to work the three shower heads in Jace’s bathroom since it’s an exact replica of mine.
I place my hand in the running water, testing the temperature, making sure all three are on with the proper pressure.
“Perfect,” I whisper under my breath, just as Jace walks through the bathroom doorway.
He looks at the shower then back at me. I can see how much he wants to explore this, but I can also see how nervous he is about it. I just don’t know if it’s because of his own personal confusion or all of the external factors in his life.
His mom is a piece of work, which I think is his first hurdle. She’s brainwashed him so deeply that he struggles to act on his own before he’s trained to think of what she wants or what version of him the media wants.
He holds my gaze for a beat, my body thrumming with just as much excitement as his.
He just hides it better.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Mr. A-lister,” I poke at him, as I sit down on a wooden bench opposite the glass panels of the stand-up stall.
That works as his shoulders draw back and he reaches over his head to pull his shirt off. He keeps his eyes on me and the erotic look behind them already has me reeling and he’s not even naked yet.
He neatly places his shirt on the counter then unbuttons his jeans, stepping out of one leg, then the other. He was already barefoot so the only thing left on him is his charcoal gray boxer briefs.
They fit snug against his hips, shape the globes of his perfectly round arse, and his half hard cock is trying desperately to control its excitement behind the tight fabric.
My tongue darts out over my lips as he tucks his thumbs into his waistband, pushing them down. Of course, he places them neatly on the counter with his other clothing because god forbid he leaves a mess. Then he steps forward, stopping directly in front of me.
His dick hangs thick and heavy between his legs and there’s no avoiding it. From my seated position it’s in my direct line of sight and I swallow hard at its proximity.
The shaft grows denser, thicker as I take every detail in. The slick crown, the veins that cross over each other at the base as if it’s an X that marks the spot just for me. A small groomed patch of hair meets the trail from his belly button and the power play he’s pulling is exhilarating.
Apparently reminding him that he’s an A-lister was the keyword in bringing out confident Jace, because he’s giving me a run for my money right now and I’m loving every second of it.
My eyes peer up to his and a satisfied grin tugs at the corner of his lip.
“Like what you see?”
Abso-fucking-lutely.
“I’m a fan.” I almost choke on my words at the poised and assertive man in front of me. “Big fan.”
That grants me one of those golden boy smiles, but it’s one of the real ones that I’ve learned to differentiate. He steps back, pulls open the shower door and steps in.
The running water cascades down his muscles as a light layer of steam bellows around him.
Thankfully, I didn’t make the water too hot so I can still see him through the light sheen of fogged glass, otherwise I’d have to strip naked and force myself in there with him.
I should do that anyway but I told him I wanted to watch and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I slouch back against the wall, surprised this wooden bench is holding me up with how heavily I’m lusting for this man.
Spreading my legs, I lower my zipper, the sound echoing in the room between us. He hears it, snapping his gaze to mine.
His eyes bounce between the hand in my waistband and my mouth, currently slacked open at the sight in front of me.
Turns out, he likes watching me, too. Because that gorgeous cock of his grows thicker and juts forward, fully hard and begging for attention.
We mirror each other as our hands wrap around the length of our cocks and we find our own tempo. His hand slowly caresses over his tip in a clockwise motion before bringing it back down to the base and he repeats that cycle, paying close attention to his crown.
He throws his head back against the wet, tile wall, his eyes squeeze shut as if it’s been too long since he’s felt any kind of pleasure and a lengthy moan comes from somewhere deep in his chest. The cavernous growl vibrates inside the shower stall, acting as a megaphone.
“Fuuuck,” I hiss out.
I don’t blink. I refuse to take my eyes off him. Dipping his head forward, he watches his hand move over the hard length of his shaft. I watch his fingers pass rhythmically over his cock knowing exactly what he likes and I meticulously take in everything, memorizing it.
Rainfall from the shower head on the ceiling rolls over his hair, darkening it as it dampens, matching those normally bright blue irises and I bloody love that I get him like this.
Droplets cling to his lashes as his jaw slacks open, water rushes over the corners of his lips and it hasn’t taken any time for both of us to completely fall apart.
I stand, taking two large strides to the shower door. My jeans are snug around my hips but splayed wide open in the front, exposing me fully to him. I continue to jerk my cock with the intensity that I crave from him as I press my palm against the warm glass barrier.
I’m not afraid to show him how much I want him, even if I was, I couldn’t hide it anyway. Not with my bold facial expressions or needy body language.
Jace pushes himself off the tile, taking one step forward, meeting me at the shower door. One hand drags over the misted glass, leaving a streak in its wake and I can’t help but follow the path until our hands are pressed together with only the thin clear partition between us.
My fingertips seize harder against the barrier and he matches my movement like he’s trying to hold my hand. Even though I’m dying to touch him, I want this unobstructed view of him when he comes, with nowhere to look but at me.
Through the haze, I watch his eyes darken as his lids grow heavy. His chest heaves in short spurts and I know he’s drawing closer to his orgasm.
He tips his head back exposing the column of his throat and fucking hell, I can’t wait to have my hands all over him. But, I’ve been dreaming about knowing what he looked like in the shower just like this, reliving the moment in the cabin when he pleased himself while calling out my name.
Now I get to witness him lose all control and I want to see every tick on that glorious, gorgeous face of his.
“The view is better in here,” he breathes out, asking but not asking for me to step in.
The corner of my lip curls up as I shake my head.
“No?” he questions, squinting back at me.
“This is the view I’ve wanted since that morning in the cabin. I need to see exactly how you touched yourself when you called my name out in that shower.”
His brows furrow together and his jerking hitches, falling out of rhythm.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Jace, and don’t even think about stepping away from the glass. I need you to look me in the eyes and say my name when you desecrate this shower door.”
“Oh, fuck.” His eyes slam shut and he tugs at his cock harder. I’m realizing how much he likes my praise and how much he needs my words, but I swear to god I’m going to choke him out if he keeps closing his eyes.
“Eyes on me, Jace,” I spit out as I palm the door, creating a loud vibration that gets his attention. I’m pressing my forehead against the transparent wall between us and my mouth falls open. I’m so goddamn close. “Eyes. On. Me.”
He presses his temple to the glass, then nuzzles into it until our foreheads are a reflection of each other.
His eyes are blown wide as they look between mine with a yearning hunger that I crave from him.
Rivulets of water drip from his hair onto his thick lashes as his eyelids flutter, desperately trying to keep them open and on me.
“That’s it,” I breathe out, “Let me see you.”
Maybe it’s metaphorical because I want him to show me everything. Tell me everything.
“Lennox.”
It’s a whisper, a plea, and my cock jumps at the sound.
“Say it again.”
“Lennox.” His voice is sharp and demanding this time as the sound of my name ricochets off the tiled walls. Steam bellows heavier around him as our eyes lock onto each other.
“Fuck, Lennox.” He strokes himself from base to tip once more before ropes of white liquid paint the shower door separating us. He jerks quickly below his crown, whitewashing the glass panel and the sight is fucking majestic.
I burn the satiated look of passion and the way his darkened blue irises crave me as he moves through his orgasm and I can’t hold back.
“Jace. Fuck,” I hiss, “I’m coming.”
My cock pulses over and over again, coating the opposite side of the door. Both of our releases drag down the surface like a slow motion waterfall. It’s dirty, fucking beautiful, and sexy as hell.
Chuckling as I glance down at myself, “I should probably—” Jace interrupts me.
“I know, you should go.” He steps back, immediately retreating further away from me both physically and emotionally.
I shake my head at his immediate assumption. I don’t need to wonder how quickly people disappear the moment they get what they want out of him. I tuck myself in my boxers and zip myself up.
Grabbing the handle, I swing the shower door open and step into the trio of water sprayers. I’m still completely clothed, getting immediately drenched from every angle.
“What are you doing?” Jace asks, panic stricken.
“I finally snuck my way in your room and you think I’d leave so soon?” I lean in, pressing my arms against the wall, caging him in. The water soaks into the material of my clothes making everything heavy. “You’re out of your bloody mind,” I whisper over his lips, kissing him slowly.
A relieved smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
“You’re all wet,” he says, as he reaches for my shirt.
I shrug as I glance down at myself and, he’s right, everything is now completely soaked.
“Hmm. That’s a shame. Looks like I’m stuck here for some time while my clothes dry.”