36. We’re Out of Shampoo #3
I break the kiss to cry out. He does it again. Again. Setting a brutal pace that leaves me no room to think, just feel. The slap of skin on skin, the stretch and burn, Leo's cock hitting that spot with every stroke.
"Touch yourself," Leo pants. "Want to see you come."
"I don't… I can't… my hands…"
"Max. Touch yourself!" I reach for my cock, but before I can wrap my hand around it, Leo thrusts particularly hard, and I'm coming. Untouched.
I've never… that's never… I didn't even know I could… But I am. My whole body is seizing up, pleasure is crashing through me in waves, and I'm making sounds that would be embarrassing if I had any brain cells left to feel embarrassed with.
"Fuck," Leo breathes, "Max, you're… You didn't even…"
"I know," I gasp, still shaking. "I didn't… know that I could." His hips are still moving, rhythm faltering, and I can tell he's close. I clench around him deliberately, and his eyes roll back.
"Do that again." I do. And again, squeezing tight, riding through the aftershocks of my own orgasm to chase his.
"Max… I'm gonna!!"
"Yes." I sit up high, taking him as deep as he can go, and squeeze as hard as I can.
"Come in me. Want to feel it." Leo's whole body goes taut.
He thrusts up two, three, four more times, and then he's coming with a cry that's almost my name, and I can feel it, the pulse and heat of him inside me, filling me up.
Mine, I think dizzily. He's mine, and I'm his, and this is real. I collapse forward onto his chest, and Leo's arms come up to wrap around me, holding me close while we both pant.
"That was…" Leo trails off.
"Yeah." We lie there for a moment, catching our breath. His hand finds its way to my hair, stroking lazily.
"You came untouched."
"I noticed." I'm grinning into his chest. "I didn't know that was a real thing."
"It was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"You're only saying that because you were inside me at the time.”
"I'm saying it because it's true." He presses a kiss to the top of my head. "Thank you."
I lift my head to look at him. "For what?"
"Trusting me." His voice is soft, his eyes suspiciously bright. "With this. With you. With…"
"I trust you with everything," I say. "I always have.
I was too dumb to realize what that meant.
" He kisses me, slow and sweet, and I melt into it.
We lie there for a while, tangled together, trading lazy kisses and softer touches.
The morning light is getting brighter. It's Sunday, no classes, but JP has absolutely blown up the group chat by now.
And the walls in this house are thin. Really thin.
I was not quiet… Oh… Future Max problem. But then I shift, and suddenly I'm aware of a… situation. "Um," I say.
Leo looks at me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, exactly. It's just…" I squirm again. "After the s-e-x… things feel... wet." Leo blinks at me. Then he starts laughing. "It's not funny!"
"You spelled it again!"
"Because it's still a weird word!" I know I’m blushing furiously, which is ridiculous given what we just did, but my body doesn't care about logic. "I think we need to shower."
"You think?" Leo's still grinning as he helps me climb off him. I wince at the loss, at the distinctly wet feeling that follows.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." Leo's shower is still tiny. But this time, I don't mind. We crowd in together, water warming up around us, and Leo pulls me close under the spray. His hands slide down my back, soap-slick and gentle, cleaning me… intimately.
"Okay?" he murmurs against my temple.
"Perfect." I press closer, feeling him start to harden against my hip. "Already? Again?"
"What can I say?" He grins down at me. "Short refractory period. It's a blessing and a curse."
"Blessing," I decide, wrapping my hand around him.
"Definitely a blessing." We don't try anything complicated.
Just hands on each other, trading strokes, kissing under the warm water.
It's playful and giggly, and I love it as much.
Leo's getting close, I can tell by the way his breathing changes, the way his hand tightens in my hair.
Then his elbow jerks back and connects with the shampoo bottle on the shelf.
It hits the shower floor with a clatter, spraying shampoo everywhere, and Leo comes with an expression of complete surprise while I dissolve into hysterical laughter. "Did you just?" I can barely breathe. "Did the shampoo bottle make you?"
"That's not… it was the timing… it wasn't the cause!" He's laughing too, face red. "It was a coincidence!"
"Sure, it was." I lean up to kiss him, still giggling. "I'll buy you a new bottle."
"You're the worst."
"And yet, here you are." I grin up at him, using his words from earlier. "Coming anyway."
Leo groans and drops his forehead to my shoulder. "I love you. Even though you're terrible."
"Love you too." I wrap my arms around his waist and hold on. "Even though you have weird shampoo bottle kinks."
"I don't!"
"The evidence suggests otherwise." We stand there until the water runs cold. "Leo?"
"Yeah?"
"We're out of shampoo." He laughs into my wet hair.
I'm going to marry this idiot someday.
…Wait. Where did that thought come from?
Future Max problem.