Luka #3
“Is that a kink or just normal human curiosity?”
“I don’t get off on peeking at people,” I said as I peeked over and felt the familiar twist of arousal in my gut at the sight of him wet and naked, rivulets coursing down his body before combining into one as it slid down the shaft and off the head of his cock, which was just...there to admire.
“He says as he peeks.”
“Your eyes are closed.”
“I can open them enough to see you staring.”
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t suggest a shower for me to at least stare, if not touch you.”
“Well, I thought it might be mutual.”
I snorted. “Exactly.”
“You can leave anytime,” he said with a shrug. “Or you can come over here and see what mutual reciprocity gets us this time.”
All of that was said with his eyes closed, hands raised, massaging his hair.
Not that he managed it without reaction, because at a glance, I could see he was beginning to react to whatever thoughts he was having.
Where he had been soft but still eye-catching because of the heat of the shower, he was now longer and thicker, and the voice of reason began to unravel as I stepped around the partition.
I stopped long enough to listen, knowing there was a chance I could miss the sound of someone coming in, but I wasn’t so horny that I didn’t have the sense to try to make sure we were alone.
When I heard nothing but the running of water, I wrapped my hand around his cock.
His reaction was to get harder, but also a twitch at the corner of his lips as he knew he was getting what he wanted.
Okay, what we wanted. I couldn’t pretend I was being bullied or coerced, and I was already rock hard just from that touch.
Rowan continued washing his hair, but not for a moment did I believe he wasn’t giving me his complete attention.
I felt him grow harder in my hand, and as he tilted his head back, I made the final decision as to how this was going to go, and knowing I was probably going to regret it later, I knelt.
His movements hesitated when I took him into my mouth.
His cock was thick and heavy against my tongue, and I loved every moment of taking it into my mouth and down into my throat.
It had been a while since I’d done something like that, but enough experience and the lucky fluke of having barely any gag reflex gave me an advantage.
I wasn’t so confident that I was willing to take his entire cock in one go, but I took my time and a good bit of it.
When I looked up, it was only a glance to avoid getting water in my eyes; I could see he had stopped rinsing his hair and was watching me intently.
His hands came to rest on my shoulders as I pulled back, feeling him throb against my tongue as I sucked gently on the head, watching his stomach tense.
He had been more vocal before, but that had been in the privacy of his room, where we weren’t supposed to fear being walked in on.
But in here? I couldn’t blame him for not being noisy.
Yet I knew he was enjoying himself; it wasn’t just the way his stomach flexed and released, but the way his fingers tightened against my shoulders as I sucked him back down and let the muscles of my throat squeeze the head like my lips had been doing only seconds before.
I gripped the back of his thighs, building a steady rhythm that let me go further down the full length of his cock.
I could feel the slight tremor. And when I reached the base, the full extent of his cock buried in my throat, nose pushed against his hips, I heard a shuddering hiss as he felt what I hoped was a great deal of pleasure.
When his hand curled around the back of my head and held tight, I knew we had reached the next step as he gently but firmly tested if I would let him take over.
While I was a little nervous about the idea of allowing someone as hung as him to take over, I’d definitely been on the receiving end of guys who thought my ability meant my throat could be abused.
I was willing to give him the chance to prove he wasn’t going to go overboard with just a touch of freedom to do as he pleased.
He pulled my head back, then forward, adding another edge by thrusting forward with his hips.
Rowan didn’t seem to be in any hurry, slowly easing my head back and forth, letting me control what my tongue did and what suction I used, but using my mouth as gently as he could.
Maybe if we were stupid enough to keep this up during his stay, I might feel bold enough to let him be rougher, but for now, I was glad he was taking his time.
Not just because it meant I wouldn’t have to explain my sore throat tomorrow, insisting it wasn’t a bug and that I didn’t need to keep away from everyone until I was better.
Also, because I got to savor the feeling of him sliding into my throat and filling it, pleasurable on its own, but also a tantalizing glimpse into what it might feel like if I ever let him fuck me.
Considering I could feel my dick twitch at the thought, it was clearly an idea I liked, even though I was trying to tell myself I shouldn’t go too far.
I was pulled back into the moment when he pushed my head down so my nose crushed against his hips as he held me there, his cock throbbing in my throat, and I realized he was getting close.
Another hiss escaped him as he pulled my head back, this time pulling me off completely and thankfully out of the spray of water enough for me to look up in confusion.
That was until I saw him staring down into my face intensely as he began to jerk himself.
His stomach went taut, and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth as his hips lurched.
The warm splatter against my face a moment later wasn’t water, and I instinctively opened my mouth, feeling the warmth of his cum splash on my tongue and coat my face.
Trying not to groan in pleasure, I reached down and wrapped my hand around my own shaft and began stroking furiously.
It wasn’t going to take long for me to catch up, and I closed my lips around the tip of his dick, the last bits of his load sliding down my throat, letting me taste him before my own orgasm erupted.
Water ran down my face as I bowed my head and took a deep breath once the pleasure finally dwindled.
I knew the next step would require me to get up off the floor; my knees were already feeling the minutes I’d spent on the hard tiles, and I groaned as I pushed to my feet.
Rowan was at least gentleman enough to help me up, so I didn’t flail all over the place.
“That was so much easier ten years ago,” I muttered as I looked at my knees. “I’m not even old. I used to be able to do that without a problem.”
“Maybe when you were a child,” he chuckled. “And weren’t big enough to have a lot of weight on your knees.”
“I swear I could have managed better even a few years ago.”
“Or perhaps you didn’t notice the discomfort.”
“Perhaps.”
As I slunk back to my stall, I let out a breath. “We...probably shouldn’t do this again.”
He gave a weary sigh. “You remind me of those stories of men who meet their mistresses or buy prostitutes and immediately start praying to God for forgiveness, but do it again days later.”
I blinked and then realized. “Oh! I meant like...in a public space. Not like altogether.”
He stared at me. “I—”
“See,” I finished, grinning when he glared at me. “I’m telling you, it’s getting really predictable.”
“Apparently,” he said dryly, but I watched his flicker of annoyance disappear instantly. “So this wasn’t a sudden case of unnecessary conscience taking hold?”
“No,” I said with a roll of my eyes. I wasn’t brimming with confidence that this was right, but I took comfort in the fact that it wasn’t wrong either, it just...was. Or at least that’s what I landed on. “I just meant it was kind of stupid to do something like that in such an obvious area.”
He ducked his head under the water once and shook it off. “I see your point. I have no problem being more careful.”
“Okay,” I said, waiting to see if he had more to add.
Of course he did. “Any expectations or rules I should keep in mind?”
“So long as you don’t push anything in a public area, not really,” I said with a shrug and then turned to him, raising a brow. “But I do think it would be a good idea if you kept going to more group sessions and considered talking to one of the on-site therapists.”
Rowan leaned back. “Are you bartering sex in exchange for me taking a more active role in the program?”
“I’m leaning on the strength of our new bond to encourage you to take a more active role in your self-healing process,” I said, choosing my words with care before flashing a bright smile.
He blinked before turning off his shower. “How...mercenary of you.”
I turned off my shower and grabbed a towel. “What can I say? I’m willing to use any opportunity afforded to me.”
“I would say your tact and subtlety need work, but you clearly weren’t attempting to be either.”
“I was not.”
“Then I’ll say I appreciate that mercenary attitude.”
“Thank you...I think.”
“And I’ll take it into consideration on one condition.”
“You’re going to name a condition I have to fulfill before you even consider it?”
“Yes.”
I sighed. “Go ahead.”
“Who was it?” he asked in a sly voice.
I stopped towel-drying my hair to stare at him, confused. “What?”
“Who was the person you peeked at in the shower?” he asked with a grin.
My eyes widened, my face warming. “Seriously? That’s your condition?”
“What would I do with that information? Report you?” he asked wryly.
I huffed. It wasn’t a big deal to tell him, but it was slightly embarrassing. “Reggie.”
He cocked his head. “Really?”
“It was the first month I was here, and I’d been so busy, wrapped up in things that I hadn’t jerked off. Then he joined me for a workout. It was great, and all, and we came back to shower off here, and I don’t know...I looked.”
“And?”
“And what? He didn’t notice...I think.”
“Or he was too polite to say anything.”
“Yes, that. Thank you for affirming that as a possibility I don’t want to think too hard about.”
“Of course...now, what I was asking was, what was your assessment?”
I stared at him, struggling before letting myself speak. “His ass literally bounces when it’s not restrained by pants. Actually jiggles just from moving around. It was...distracting.”
“Undoubtedly,” Rowan said with a chuckle, wrapping his towel around his waist and tucking it in neatly. “You won’t hear any judgment from me.”
“I hope not,” I muttered and stopped when he grabbed my chin, pulling me up to face him, his eyes flicking to the doorway behind us before returning to my face.
“I look forward to seeing what comes of this. What was it you called it?”
“Uh,” I began, trying to think, but his proximity was really distracting.
“Strength of our new bond, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, that was it.”
“Well, I look forward to seeing what comes of our new bond,” he said, shocking me with a kiss that was deep but didn’t linger before he walked off, his clothes tucked under his arm as he made for the lockers.
“Yeah, sure, me too,” I muttered, my finger drifting up to my face to rest on my lips thoughtfully.
The real question was whether I should look forward to it or be worried.