Chapter 21 #2
Troy reaches past the shower curtain to turn on the water, letting it warm.
Then he grabs the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing the soft curve of his belly and the dark trail of hair down his stomach.
My eyes sweep across his plush chest, landing on the glint of metal on his nipples.
Holy fuck. He has pierced nipples.
“You like ’em?” he asks, flicking one of the bars.
I just stare.
No thoughts, head empty.
The only things that matter in the world are Troy’s pierced nipples.
“You can play with them later,” he says with a wink.
I nod eagerly. “God, yes.”
He smirks and unbuttons his jeans. When he steps out of them, he glances up at me as I stand there, still fully dressed, his brows pinched.
“Do you normally shower with your clothes on?” he teases.
I scoff, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Shut up.”
Drawing in a steadying breath, I start undressing. Troy gives a hum of approval, the sound low and covetous, as his gaze rakes over my bare chest, then down to my half-hard cock. Steam thickens the air, the mirror above the sink fogging until our reflections blur.
“Come on,” he murmurs, stepping out of his underwear.
I nearly trip over the edge of the tub as I follow him into the shower. It’s cramped, leaving no room to avoid each other. Warm water falls between us, sliding down Troy’s body and tracing every line and plane of muscle.
He grabs a washcloth and lathers his chest. I watch the suds drip down his large pecs and travel across his pudgy belly, catching in the patch of curly hair above his dick. The fresh, woodsy scent of the soap drifts through the space between us.
I take in his exposed tattoos, dark ink stark beneath the harsh fluorescent bathroom lights.
A bunch of daffodils winds around his bicep, bound together by a ribbon inked with the name Rachel.
An anatomical heart marks his left wrist, a dagger driven clean through it, blood dripping from the blade.
Laurels frame his collarbones, and my gaze follows one trailing branch upward, landing on the familiar snake coiled along the side of his neck.
He’s breathtaking.
After he rinses himself, he takes his time with me.
He drags the cloth against my chest in slow, reverent circles.
I hadn’t realized how badly I’d been craving his touch until now.
My eyes flutter shut as I lean into him, willing myself to relax.
It’s intensely intimate, letting him clean me like this, getting into all my nooks and crannies—and yet, I’m unexplainably comfortable.
“God,” he breathes, eyes dark as they meet mine. “You’re gorgeous.”
I swallow hard. “So are you.”
He sets the cloth aside and presses my back against the shower wall, his mouth claiming mine in a gentle caress. His lips are soft and commanding in a way that makes my body unwind, muscles relaxing, limbs turning into jelly. The taste of beer still lingers on his tongue as it slips past my lips.
I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer. We both groan into the kiss as our erections slide together, water gliding between us. He rocks against me in a slow, teasing grind, letting me feel every inch of him.
“Baby,” he whispers, parting from my lips just far enough to speak. “Can I touch you?”
I give a jerky nod. “God, yes.”
He smirks as he wraps a hand around my cock, jerking slowly. It feels good, but it’s not enough. I want to feel him against me. Our height difference makes the angle a bit odd, but I bend my knees slightly, sliding my cock alongside his.
A choked gasp escapes my lips. I stare down at the sight of our dicks gliding together in Troy’s grasp, wet and red and achingly hard. His face nuzzles against the side of my neck, sucking and biting at the skin as he strokes both of us.
“Fuck,” I moan, my head thumping back against the shower wall. “I want—ungh. More.”
He makes a sound that almost sounds like a growl, vibrating in the back of his throat. “Tell me,” he demands.
His hand slides lower, cupping my heavy balls and rolling them gently. My teeth clamp on my bottom lip to stop myself from doing something pathetic, like whimpering.
“Say it,” he says, giving my balls a slight tug that makes me gasp. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“T-Troy,” I choke out as his thumb swipes across my slit.
A deep breath of humid air fills my lungs as I try to build up my courage. I know I can trust him—I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone else.
“Fuck me,” I finally whisper. “Please.”
His lips part slightly, his eyes flickering between mine like he’s searching for signs of hesitation.
“Is that what you want?” he asks gently.
“Because to be clear, I’m verse. If you wanted to be the one to fuck me, I’d be more than okay with that.
It might be easier that way since this is your first time with a man. ”
I shake my head. “No, I want—” Panic starts to creep up my throat, but I swallow it down. We’re adults, I remind myself. We can talk about sex without shame. “I bought a… toy. Like, to experiment.”
He raises an eyebrow. “A dildo?”
I give a small nod, unable to form words.
“And you liked it?” he presses, reaching around my waist to palm my ass, groping the firm muscle.
My eyes pinch shut, a shiver racing up my spine. “Yes,” I admit in a shaky, quiet voice. “I imagined it was you the whole time.”
His brown eyes darken like rain-soaked soil, rich and earthy. “Fuck, Ash,” he says breathlessly, shaking his head. “You’re gonna kill me.”
He turns off the water and steps out of the shower, taking my hand and tugging me with him.
He grabs a towel and dries us off, then ruffles it through my dripping hair until we’re both laughing, skin flushed and warm.
Once we’re dry enough—or at least no longer sopping wet—he kisses me, and we stumble blindly down the hall toward his bedroom.
I barely have time to register his bedroom—the navy comforter, the framed photos crowding his nightstand, the cat tower by the window coated in fur—before he’s lowering me onto the mattress.
He kisses me like it’s an act of devotion, slow and reverent.
His weight settles over me as his thighs bracket my waist, pinning me in place.
My head dips to the side, inviting him to kiss my neck. He instantly takes the bait and skims his lips up and down the side of my throat. I choke down a helpless moan as he takes my earlobe between his teeth, nipping gently. He sucks at the skin, pulling it hard before releasing it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Troy breathes into my ear, sending an electric current zipping down my spine. “Can I suck your cock?”
I throw my head back against the pillow, groaning. “God, yes.”
He smirks as he sinks down my body, leaving soft kisses along my hip bones, nuzzling his nose into my happy trail.
My hands gravitate to his black hair, fisting the soft strands, desperate to anchor myself to him.
When he finally settles between my legs, his lips are tantalizingly close to my dick, blowing hot breaths against my flushed skin.
When he starts mouthing at the tip, sealing the head of my cock in the sweetest heat I’ve ever felt, I gasp and buck my hips without thinking.
Before I can apologize, he swallows me down to the base with ease.
He bobs up and down, eyes fluttered shut, his brow piercing glinting in the dim lamplight.
His tongue flattens and glides along my length, his throat squeezing me like a vise. It’s wet and sloppy perfection. He moans around my cock as I grasp at his hair, fingers scraping his scalp, grinding into his mouth with unfiltered desperation.
It hits me again—for the first time since we blew each other at the brewery—that being with Troy is unlike anything I’ve ever known.
Every other encounter in my past left me raw and inexplicably unsatisfied, like I’d walked away from something unfinished.
I used to think the wires in my brain were crossed, that some essential part of me was misaligned.
But now I realize I’m not broken at all. I was just a machine waiting for the right key, and Troy is the only one who’s ever made me tick like this.
Cool air washes over my dick as he suddenly pops off, lips red and swollen. He reaches into the nightstand and grabs the lube. I stare at the bottle, eyes wide, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
“Is this okay?” he asks, squeezing my hand.
I choke down my nerves, swallowing hard. “Yeah.”
He offers a gentle, reassuring smile. “We’ll go at your pace, okay? You’re the boss here.”
I give a shaky nod. “Okay.”
He settles between my thighs again and presses my legs to my chest. It feels strange and exposed, and I pinch my eyes shut, unable to look at him like this.
But then he presses a gentle kiss to my ankle, his hands warm and sure as they glide along my calves, and just like that, the tension drains out of me.
Wet heat surrounds my cock again as he takes me back into his mouth.
He sucks me slowly, his tongue lapping around the girth, demanding my attention so much I barely hear the sound of the lube cap opening.
A moment later, a slick digit prods at my entrance, rubbing careful circles before inching inside.
I instinctively clench, every muscle in my body drawing tight.
“Sorry.” I wince, sucking in a quivering breath. “Just give me a sec.”
Troy pops off my cock, licking his lips. “It’s okay. Tell me when to move, alright?”
I close my eyes and try to relax. Troy leaves velvety kisses across my legs, over my hip bones, up my stomach. I melt into his touch, my body sagging against the mattress.
“Okay,” I exhale, giving a short nod. “I’m ready.”
He moves his finger deeper. The pressure is there, but it’s not painful. He pumps it in and out a few times, his eyes flicking up to gauge my reaction. He cautiously adds another finger and curls them together, brushing the spot inside me that makes my body convulse.