Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Kendall
“I know I said I love to shower, and I want to shower with you, but Kendall mine, I need you now. I need a taste.”
Who was I to argue?
“Need you, too, baby,” I said, as I unfastened his pants. They slid down his toned, smooth legs, landing in a heap on the floor, leaving him in a tiny pair of white trunks. Our shirts were downstairs, forgotten in the haze of our lust-driven dancing.
Francis turned and sat on the edge of his bed and reached for my jeans.
“I want you first.” I fell to my knees before him, hooked my fingers over the tops of his trunks and waited for his consent before sliding them down his luscious legs.
“Oh, Francis,” I purred, as I ran my hands up and down the smooth skin of his thighs, up to his ribs, and down over his pelvic bones.
He had the faintest happy trail and a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair at the base of his mouthwateringly perfect, uncut cock.
It was long and slender, just like him. “Please? Can I?”
He’d reclined on his elbows and was smiling at me. “You sure you don’t want me to shower fir—”
He sucked in a breath as I covered his tip with my mouth and swirled my tongue, playing with him until he moaned loudly.
I took him in as far as I could, swallowing around him and running my fingers all over his sensitive sac and taint.
He pulled his knees up and gripped the covers as his hips bucked.
God, he tasted divine, his precum spilling into my mouth until I had to fight back the urge to let go myself. I wasn’t ready yet. I had so much more I wanted to do with this man tonight, and I knew I’d be a one-and-done.
“Kendall,” he whispered. He moaned long and deep, his back curling up off the bed as he began to orgasm, and the look on his face? Nearly sent me over the edge. His eyelids heavy over unfocused eyes, lips open, skin glistening in the light that spilled over his bed from the high windows.
He let his legs relax and flexed his toes, then reached his arms up over his head, stretching his body out for miles. He was built like a diver, so lean and sleek, with the slightest swell of ass and a curved lower back.
I sat back on my haunches and just stared as his chest rose and fell with his labored breathing. “Baby, you are so beautiful.”
He held up a hand and reached for me. “Come here,” he rasped. “I need you naked.”
I struggled to get out of my sweaty jeans, boxers, and socks, and then I cleared my throat. “I’m so much sweatier than you. Can we please shower? I don’t want to get your bed gross.”
He lifted a finger and pointed to the bathroom. “You go. I can’t move. I just want to watch you.”
“You want a show? Fine. This time—and only because I’m not done tasting you.”
He pointed again, impatiently, his head lolling on the bed. “Please, Kendall. Please.” His hand flopped onto the bed, and he moaned, rolling onto his side so he could watch me.
“Holy Roman emperors would worship that celestial body,” he said with a groan.
“My God.” But that wasn’t all. He was full of appreciation.
“You were built by the hands of only the most skilled craftsmen. You give oral like you’ve got a PhD in pleasure.
I am the luckiest man alive. Angels weep at the sight of that ass. ”
“Oh my God.” My cheeks were on fire with the compliments. “Were you drinking, and I didn’t notice?”
“No way, just drunk on love, Kendall mine. Me. All for me.”
The immaculate shower before me was nearly enough to take my attention away from the man I intended to make love to.
It had a bench and showerheads on both ends, as well as jets at various heights.
None of that overhead rain shower shit that only served to drown you.
The walls were a gorgeous porcelain that looked like the stone labradorite, and the shades of deep blues, greens, and golds swirled together with flecks sparkling under the lights.
“You weren’t kidding about this shower. I might never leave.”
“You have to come back to meeee.” Through the steamy glass, I saw him reaching his arms out. I couldn’t disappoint him. Besides, I wasn’t done worshiping his body.
I attempted to wash quickly, using his sugar scrub body wash. My mouth watered at the sweet fragrance. No wonder he always smelled so good. His shampoo was vanilla bean, I knew he had flavored lip balms, and now sugar scrub? I bet he had yummy-smelling lotion as well.
I was so hungry for him.
I stepped out of the shower onto a soft rug and grabbed a towel off the shelf. Sure enough, there was a bottle of coconut lotion on the counter.
Yum indeed.
Francis was watching me with one eye, his head resting on his arm on the bed. His golden-brown skin and midnight hair against the white duvet cover was an image I never wanted out of my mind.
“You’re the beautiful one,” he said, reaching for me again. “Come be with me.”
I slid onto the bed beneath the covers, but he snatched them away.
“Unless you’re cold, please. I want to look my fill.”
“You’re so tired you only have one eye open.”
He pushed up to a sitting position and ran a hand over my stomach, making me squirm. He tangled his fingers in my chest hair and dragged his nails through the tufts around my navel and lower. “I don’t need my eyes to see. I just need to touch you.”
“I didn’t know… would you prefer if I shaved? I know younger guys—”
He bent down and licked my nipple, staring into my eyes.
“I wouldn’t dream of changing a thing about you, Kendall. Honest.” He leaned farther and took the other nipple between his teeth, nibbling gently. He straightened and straddled my hips. He was half hard again already. “What can I do to make you feel good?”
“You’re already doing it.” I ran a hand down his chest and stomach as he slowly rocked against me. He was fit but not overly defined, his reddish-brown nipples pulled tight from desire. “I want to know what you like.”
“You already made me come, and I told you that I’m a greedy bottom. I love being stretched for a long time before anal. I…” He cleared his throat, and his body stiffened.
I sat up quickly, which startled him.
“What is it? Are you okay?”
He tucked his hair behind his ear and smiled. “I am. I’ll be okay, just… Don’t grab my neck? Please?”
“Baby—”
“It’s not what you think.” He put his hands on my face. “I’m fine. I promise. Can I make you come, Kendall mine? Please? I want it.”
The best thing I could do for him was let him figure out how best to deal with whatever he was struggling with.
He said it wasn’t what I thought, but that only made my imagination go to darker places.
When he’d told me something bad had happened, then told me about his job, I assumed it was work-related. But had someone hurt him?
“Take what you want.” My voice was rough, and my whole body was shaking. I would be as gentle as possible with him.
Without looking away, he reached for the drawer in the side table and pulled out lube. “I can do it myself or—”
“Would you allow me?”
His relieved grin told me he wanted exactly that.
This was the part of being with a man that had surprised me the most, but I loved it. I’d had no idea it could feel so good, no clue what role the prostate played in sex between men. Watching a lover come apart in my hands was the height of sex for me.
He poured the lube in my hand and rose up on his knees a bit. He gasped when I touched him. I talked to him the whole time as I watched his face to see what made him smile, his breath stutter, his muscles relax. And when he was writhing on my hand and panting, only then did I kiss him gently.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “We’re good, right? I want to feel all of you.” I was so glad we’d already talked about the details.
“Yeah. We’re all good. There’s nobody but you. It’s only you. You’re in charge, Francis. You take me how you want me. Take what you need.”
“I like you close like this,” he said. He held my dick against his opening. I tended to get nervous as the crown passed through that tight ring, worried I would hurt my partner, but Francis was all smiles through the process. His face lit up, and he moaned as he took me inside him.
“You good?”
“So good.” He kissed the tip of my nose and wrapped his arms tight around my neck. “So good… can I move?”
“You’re in charge,” I whispered. It was true, all I did was support his waist and watch his face for any discomfort.
He rose and lowered himself so slowly, it had to be burning his thighs, but it didn’t seem to strain him.
The slow drag against my cock had me shaking all over, that and the effort to stay still when my lizard brain wanted to grab him exactly where he asked me not to and take over with the thrusts.
“Lay back,” he said, pushing my chest insistently. “You can take more?”
I laughed. “Isn’t that my line?”
“Uh-uh. Not when you let me be in charge. Hold on.”
I would never underestimate Francis on a mission ever again.
All I could do was moan and shudder as the sound of our skin slapping together filled my ears. He wasn’t kidding about being a greedy bottom. He took and took, and when I couldn’t hold out anymore, even after I came, he continued to move until he erupted on my chest with a loud shout.
He was still having aftershocks when I slid free.
He carefully climbed off me as I fought to remain conscious, and he was back in a moment with a wet cloth.
“Did I wreck you?”
“Did you ever.”
He chuckled as he crawled into bed next to me. “Is that… are you okay? Was it okay?”
I wrapped him in my arms and pulled him into my body. “Shhhh, the old man needs his refractory period.”
I really did. I had a million questions for him, but I could barely keep my eyes open. He was quiet, too, but his body felt tense.
“Francis? Are you okay?”
He sighed and ran his hand down my abs. “Thank you for giving me back to myself.”
“Baby—”
He pressed his fingers to my lips and snuggled in closer as sleep pulled me under.