Chapter 25 #2
“Getting us cleaned up so we can get dirty again.” I nip his ear and lick a line from his shoulder to his neck. “Although you really do taste delicious just as you are.”
He laughs as I place him down and turn on the shower, getting the temperature just right before I usher him in.
“I’ll be back in one second,” I say, heading to the bedroom to grab the bottle of lube.
When I return to the shower he’s already started washing himself.
“Excuse me.” I give him a mock stern expression as I step in with him. “Did I say you could do that?”
“What? Wash myself?” he chuckles.
“Mm-hmm.” I take the loofah from him. “Wasn’t expecting to find loofahs and expensive shower gel in the bathrooms of a motorcycle club,” I chuckle, covering him in suds.
“Are you seriously washing me right now?” he asks, a look of shock on his face.
“Yes, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time we kissed.”
“Wash me?”
“Shower together,” I chuckle, “look after you, wash your hair.”
“Huh.” He blushes and looks away. “They never used to have this stuff in here, but Max and Jamie stayed one time and convinced them that self-care is important. Also, that it would be a hit with the ladies if they had some nice products, pretty sure there are some face masks in the cabinet.”
“If anyone can convince a group of big burly bikers that self-care is important, it’s Jamie. I’m glad they came and stayed here with you.”
I apply some shampoo to my hand and start massaging it into his scalp, his eyes closing as he lets himself enjoy the sensations. I make a mental note to give him more head massages as he clearly seems to like it.
“Do I get to wash your hair?” he asks.
“If you want to… or is that just a way to get me on my knees in the shower.”
“What? No, I didn’t mean—”
I stop him with a kiss. “I’m joking, baby. Well, about getting on my knees for you to wash my hair, I’m not that tall. I will be getting on my knees for you though.” I kiss him again before he has a chance to respond, trailing my hand down his body to grip his hard cock in my hand.
He moans. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I was about to say I don’t need to, I want to, but that would be a lie. I need this.”
I lower to my knees, looking up at him as he runs his fingers through my hair.
“You look pretty on your knees for me,” he says with a smirk.
“Brat,” I murmur, before licking a line from the base of his shaft to the tip, loving that his head falls back against the tiles with a moan.
I’ve never gone down on him in this position before, it’s hot being able to look up at him. Taking him in my mouth, I use my hand to grip him and move along his length, using my tongue around the head of his cock until he’s fisting my hair and gently pulling on it.
“Fuck, Stephen,” he moans, “I… I can’t stay standing…”
I use my free arm to grip him around his thighs, pinning him between me and the shower wall, holding him steady, letting him know that I’ve got him.
He soon starts thrusting into me a bit more, his breath getting erratic, moans and whimpers falling from him.
I knew it wouldn’t take him long, and I feel bad for not making him come sooner.
I pull my mouth away from him, jerking him with my hand. “Look at me, baby.”
He glances down, just in time for his orgasm to hit as he spurts cum all over my face.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, reaching out a finger to gently swipe at it.
Before he can do anything, I take his finger in my mouth, sucking his cum off which only makes him whimper again.
“I thought my legs were going to collapse.”
“I’ll always catch you, baby.”
“Stupid jock shit,” he mutters, grinning at me. “Can I wash your hair now please? And we definitely need to wash your face.”
I stand and step back under the shower head, letting the water rinse me off and run over my body. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me with a look of awe on his face. I can’t help but tense my abs and muscles a bit.
“Tease,” he chuckles, making me laugh.
I hold out the shampoo bottle to him and squeeze some onto his palm, ducking my head slightly so he can reach up and massage it into my hair.
“I want to take a bath with you one day,” he says.
“A bath? How come?”
“Just, you know, I’ve seen it in films and stuff, seems romantic.”
“We can definitely make that happen,” I say, stepping into him and kissing him.
“Stephen!” he squeals, “Shampoo is dripping all over me.”
I chuckle and pull him back under the shower with me, letting the water clean us both.
“Can I go down on you?” he asks, nerves still filtering through his voice.
“I’d love that, but I have another idea… I’ve always wanted to have sex in the shower,” I say, nodding my head towards the lube bottle I brought in.
“Really? In here? Like… standing up?”
I nod, I know he’s nervous, he always is before trying something new, but I have a feeling he’ll enjoy this.
“We don’t have to,” I reassure him. “And remember, we can stop anytime.”
“Okay,” he nods.
“Turn around, baby. Put your hands against the wall.”
He does as I ask, and I take my time, letting my eyes roam over his perfect body, his lightly toned back and his perfect round ass, that I’m realizing I really do want to see in lingerie just one time.
“Bend forward a little bit,” I say, holding his hips and pulling them back towards me as he arches his back.
I grab the lube and apply some to my fingers, before circling his hole, easing him open. He’s already relaxed from earlier, but I know this has the potential to feel way more intense for him.
Lubing up my cock, I run it between his cheeks. “You ready?”
“Yes,” he moans.
I slide into him, easing my way deeper as he rests his head against his arms on the wall. Because of our height difference my knees are bent slightly, but it gives me plenty of leverage to thrust up into him.
“Oh god!” he whimpers. “That feels different.”
“Good different or bad different?”
“Just different… it feels amazing though, keep going.”
I thrust into him again, pulling his body back against me and wrapping my arms around him. My pumps become shallower, choosing to stay deep inside him.
“Look at you,” I murmur, “you haven’t seen me for a month and now you’re taking my cock twice in one day. You’ve gotten greedy, baby.”
His head falls back against my shoulder. “I’ll have to remember that twice a day is too much for you,” he says, a smile playing on his lips. “I won’t let it happen again.”
I chuckle, drawing back and thrusting into him even harder. “If you’re gonna be a brat about it I’ll take you a third time. Let’s see how much you enjoy walking out there to spend time with your friends and family after you’ve been fucked in the ass three times.”
His body tightens around me, and a moan escapes him.
“Mmm, you like the sound of that, don’t you baby? Having everyone know you’ve been fucked.”
“No,” he whimpers, but his body is telling a different story.
“Oh, I think you do.” I graze my teeth over his shoulder to his neck. “Maybe I need to mark you here, just to make it crystal clear to everyone who you belong to, and what we’ve been doing up here.”
Another whimper escapes him when I gently start to suck on his neck. Fuck… the thought of seeing my mark on him, of everyone seeing it, it’s too much. I pound into him, my movements getting more and more erratic.
“Can you come again for me, baby? Touch yourself so you can strangle my cock when you come.”
He obeys without question, and I love the sight of him jerking himself off as I watch from over his shoulder.
“That’s it, look at you being so good for me.”
We come together, both our bodies shaking with intensity.
“I really fucking love you,” I pant into his neck, licking the mark I made with my teeth.
“I really fucking love you too.” His head falls back against my shoulder, the look on his face one of pure joy.
“Come on, let’s get dressed, it’s time to introduce me to everyone properly, as your boyfriend, not your fucking roommate.”
“I’m sorry about that,” he murmurs, “but please can we stay here, just a few more minutes.”
He turns in my arms and lifts up onto his tiptoes, the signal that he wants to be picked up.
I happily oblige, lifting him into my arms and pressing him back into the shower wall as we kiss, whispering that we love each other, that this is it, we’re together, we belong to each other, no matter what anyone else says.