Chapter 13 Zeke
Zeke
The shower in the master bathroom was wide, with a fat showerhead that covered most of the space. I adjusted the temperature before turning for the mouthwash I’d left on the counter. Orion had the bottle in his hand and had obviously taken a swig.
He held it out, and I swirled some of the blue minty liquid around my mouth.
Orion had this expression I could only describe as longing. Not in the lecherous or lustful way but as if he’d found something so perfect, he didn’t want to spoil the moment in case it disappeared. Of course, since that was how I felt, I was probably projecting.
“I know we said kisses in the shower, but I really want to kiss you now,” I said.
His answer was to lean in and capture my lips with his. I slid my hands up his back, and he cupped the back of my head. He ran his tongue along the crease of my lips, and I opened my mouth to let him in.
The edges of our auras touched, and the emotional feedback left me swooning. Orion kissed how I’d imagined—decisively, but with passion. When he pulled back, I blinked to regain my senses.
“Wow,” I whispered.
Orion didn’t seek confirmation nor did he return the compliment. Instead, he tugged at the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms in answer to his unspoken request, and my obedience seemed to embolden him.
Grasping my chin, he kissed me hard while his other hand unbuttoned my pants. He’d gleaned my wants from our first kiss and took control.
He pushed my pants and underwear down, and I stepped up and down and they were off. I was fully exposed, but when he pulled back, he regarded me with adoration.
“You are so beautiful.” He kissed me again, soft and appreciatively. “Check the water temperature and get in. I’ll join you in a moment.”
I did as I was told, trembling slightly in anticipation. We’d agreed to just washing up and a few kisses, but we’d clearly crossed that line. The likes and wants talk was moot. I wanted him to take charge, and he wanted to control me.
The water pounded against my back in warm pulses. I didn’t check to see what Orion was doing. He said he’d join me and that was all I needed to know. When the door opened, Orion crowded me against the tiled wall. His powerful body pinned me in place, slick skin sliding tantalizingly against mine.
He turned me around, and his kisses were hungry and desperate, the passionate release of the pent-up tension he’d held back for decades.
Orion’s hands roamed brazenly, mapping every dip and plane of my body. I arched into his touch, a low moan escaping my lips and disappearing into the humid air. I craved it more than my next breath.
Breaking the lip lock, I trailed open-mouthed kisses along the stubbled line of Orion’s jaw, down the corded column of his throat.
He threw his head back with a ragged groan, exposing more of his wet skin to my questing lips.
The raw masculine scent of him—soap, musk, sheer desire—surrounded me until I felt weak with want.
“Stop.” Orion barked the command, and I knew I’d taken more than he’d allowed. His large hands cupped my face, tilting it up and pushing me gently until my back touched the cool tiles so our gazes could meet, molten and filled with need. I surrendered utterly to the emotions that bound us together.
Our mouths crashed back together, and I basked in the way he controlled me, yet made clear I was too precious for him to hurt me.
Orion angled his hips, pinning me harder against the slippery tiles.
The fierce heat of him pressed intimately against me and stole what little coherent thought I had left.
I clung to him, fingers squeezing against the broad expanse of his back.
The sounds of harsh breathing, the slick glide of limbs, and the pounding rush of the shower spray faded into a dull roar.
Only Orion was real. The scorching press of his skin on mine.
The reverent sweep of his hands across my body.
I didn’t know I’d been starved for this kind of connection my entire life until he gave it to me.
At last, we broke apart, chests heaving. Orion braced one forearm above my head, using the other to tenderly brush my sodden hair away from my face. Our gazes locked, pupils blown wide and dark with the echoes of our shared passion.
“I want you, Zeke,” he rasped, voice thick and gravelly. “I know we agreed to just kiss, but if you’re willing, I’d like to do more.”
His words confirmed his control only went as far as I’d given him permission. I staggered under the force of the moment. His feelings for me restrained his carnal needs. I didn’t know if I had that kind of self-control. “I’d like that.”
A soft kiss ghosted my lips, and I saw the return of his fierce passion. He’d paused his control long enough to get the answer he needed. “Wash me.”
With shaky hands I grabbed the soap. He guided me over his body, telling me where to clean and when I could move on. My fingers glided over his hard body, over the puckered scars that dotted his skin. I touched them carefully, respecting how he’d acquired them.
The task was as agonizing as it was hot.
I wasn’t allowed to linger in places I wanted to, and he saved his cock and balls for last. In a final act of torture, Orion took the soap from my hands and washed the last area of his body.
“When I say so,” was all he said when I looked up in disappointment.
Gathering me to my feet, he moved me under the spray and used his hands to clear my skin of any lingering suds. He turned off the water and used a soft towel to slowly dry me off. It was his way of showing that even though he was in control, I still held all the power.
“Go lie on the bed,” he said. “I’ll join you when I’m done.”
In the fading light of late afternoon, I retreated to the bedroom. Lying on my back, I heard the rustle of cloth. When it stopped, I held my breath in anticipation of his return.
He entered, and his eyes ignored my straining cock and remained locked on my face. Orion’s dark eyes burned with a desire mirroring my own. The bed sagged as he climbed on and straddled my body.
Leaning down, he captured my lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
It deepened, becoming more intense as our tongues explored each other’s mouths.
His strong fingers roamed my body, spending extra time when he found a sensitive area.
Pinned to the bed, my body responded by bucking and wriggling beneath him.
Lifting his head, Orion’s piercing gaze told me to remember who was in control. Then he kissed his way down, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He spent extra time on my nipples, licking and biting them lightly.
He restrained my arms against my body and moved lower in an agonizingly methodical way. My cock twitched against his torso, begging for the release he refused to give me. Whenever I got too close, however, he backed off and let me relax before resuming my torment.
Swirling his tongue around my belly button, he glanced up with mischief in his eyes.
He planted a soft kiss on my lower abdomen and then gulped half my length into his wet, warm mouth.
After minutes of mind-blowing torture, he skipped any pretense of teasing my cock.
I tried to buck up, but he held me steady, taking care of me his way.
Orion bobbed up and down on my cock, his lips locked around my shaft. I wanted this to go on all night, but I wasn’t going to last. “Orion?”
His response to my warning was to tighten his grip on my hands. I got the message. I was his, and he’d take care of me his way. I let out a deep moan, my fingers fisting the sheets, as Orion took more of my cock into his mouth with each bob of his head.
My body tensed under his touch, and when I closed my eyes, all I saw was sparkly white light. Orion used his tongue to apply more pressure to the underside of my shaft and the friction was too much. I whimpered because I didn’t want to come.
In an almost sadistic move, he released my arms and pushed his hand between my legs. His finger pressed against my hole, sending me over the edge and into oblivion.
Free of his hold, my hips pressed up as the first wave of release washed over me. I came hard; an intense prickling radiated out from my groin. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and it seemed to continue for minutes.
Orion removed his fingers and slowed the movement of his tongue. When my cock stopped spasming, he swallowed and kissed his way up my body. His body blanketed mine, and he planted a soft kiss on my lips.
He collapsed on top of me, his solid weight comforting. “That was incredible,” I whispered. “But I’m supposed to take care of you.”
“Says who?” He propped himself up on his elbows. “You’re supposed to do what I want. That includes me spoiling you every chance I get. Don’t worry, I’ll take you the way you want when I’m ready.”
His teasing promise thrilled me and left me eager for more. “When can I take care of you?”
“Soon,” he said with a wicked grin. “I was too close, and I need to calm down so I can enjoy it longer.”
“You realize your control doesn’t extend to when I’m taking care of you.”
“I’m counting on it.” He lowered himself onto me again and wrapped me in his secure embrace. “For now, I’m still in charge, and I want to hold you for a while.”
I settled into him, marveling at how perfectly in sync we were. A tiny voice of caution told me to keep some distance before I lost the ability, but it didn’t work that way. Either I gave him everything, or we wouldn’t survive. I wanted an us, so I needed to give him all of me.
And that’s what I intended to do.