14. Aiden #2
I reached up to trace the line of his jaw with trembling fingers, feeling the slight roughness of stubble that had appeared there.
The contrast between the soft skin of his throat and the more textured area along his jawline made me want to explore every inch of him, to catalog each different sensation my hands could discover.
When I leaned in to press my lips to the pulse point at his neck, I felt rather than heard the soft sound he made. The vibration traveled through his throat and into my mouth, and I found myself addicted to the taste of his skin, salt and soap and something uniquely him that made my head spin.
The steam was building around us now, turning the small space into something dreamlike and surreal. Every breath I took was saturated with humidity and the clean scent of his shampoo, making me feel like I was drowning in the best possible way.
I let my hands explore his shoulders, feeling the way the muscles moved beneath his skin when he reached up to thread his fingers through my damp hair.
The touch sent shivers down my spine that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the gentle way he was holding me, like I was something valuable that might break if handled too roughly.
“Aiden,” he whispered against my ear, and the sound of my name in his voice made my knees weak. There was something almost reverent in the way he said it, like he was testing the weight of the word on his tongue.
I responded by nipping gently at his earlobe, earning another one of those soft sounds that went straight to my core.
The confined space meant that every movement, every touch, every breath was amplified.
When he shifted against me, when his hands found the small of my back and pulled me closer, it felt like the most natural thing in the world and the most earth-shattering at the same time.
His hard cock pressed against my leg, rubbing against me with his movement.
Rhett’s hand descended over the curve of my ass, grabbing me with force before he dragged his body against mine on his way down to his knees.
When he dropped, he lifted his gaze to mine, and his red lips parted with desperate desire. His hands worshiped my legs on their way up, moving over my knees and along my thighs until he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around my dick, stroking it once before it throbbed hard in his fist.
With a small and annoyingly victorious smirk, Rhett opened his mouth and leaned in. He closed his pretty lips around the tip of my cock and sucked it deep into his mouth, exhaling through his nose so suddenly that I could feel his heated breath on my skin.
The back of my head thumped against the door as I thrust my hips forward, sliding deeper into Rhett’s throat.
A moan broke from him, but he hurried to suck me deeper to make up for it, as if he couldn’t stand it otherwise.
He bobbed his head back and forth, taking me deeper down his throat with each nod, his mouth wide open and his eyes glistening with the shower water or tears; I couldn’t tell the difference.
I could only tell they looked like gems that caught sunlight for the first time in a thousand years.
The water continued to cascade over us. I could feel steam rising from my skin where his hand touched my abdomen, could taste it in the air between us as my cock rammed against the back of his throat. My hands moved over his buzzed hair, feeling his movement.
Time became elastic, measured only by the rhythm of our breathing and the steady percussion of water against tile.
Minutes could have passed, or hours—I had no way of knowing and no desire to find out.
All that existed was this moment, this space, this perfect storm of sensation and emotion that was building between us with each passing second.
When he pulled his head back and said my name, breathless and urgent, I felt something fundamental shift inside me.
I lost myself completely in the feel of him, in the way his hands gripped my ass like he was afraid I might disappear, tugging me closer and taking me deeper into his throat.
The small sounds he made when I reached particularly deep, the way his breathing hitched when I jammed myself inside, every response was like a gift, something precious he was giving me that I wanted to treasure and remember forever.
The intensity built slowly, like a tide rising around us, until we were both trembling with the force of it. “Fuck,” I growled. “I’m coming.”
I yanked back from him, pulling my cock out of his mouth, but Rhett’s hands grabbed my ass hard, squeezing me and pulling me close, not letting me out.
His eyes widened with want, and I pretty much lost it.
Even if I hadn’t been teetering on the edge of it for countless minutes, his needy look and his gentle submission would have sent me falling over the edge.
Hot cum filled Rhett’s sexy throat and welled out the corners of his reddened lips as I pulsed and throbbed inside his mouth.
He worked his cock with urgency, muscles knotting all over his body, but I lifted him as soon as my dick stilled a little.
Even the sensation of his lips dragging along my length sent unbearable shivers down my spine and through my limbs. My very toes tingled.
Rhett rose to his feet, and I slammed my mouth against his, crushing lips against lips and tasting myself to the last drop as my tongue explored him.
I flipped him around easily after the shock of it had stunned him, pinned his chest against the wall, slipped my softening dick between his cheeks for no other reason than that it felt right to feel his ass so close against my crotch, then reached around and held him in my right hand.
Rhett groaned, thrust his ass against me, pressed his face hard against the white tiles, and let out moan after moan as I worked him toward his climax.
It was easy. He was already strung so tightly that a whisper into his ear would have done it. The trick was to make it last, make it feel earned.
When he tensed, voice cut off like he choked on his very moans, I waited a heartbeat, then felt him swell and relax in my hand in a rapid succession.
His cum trickled down the back of my fingers, thick and hot and irresistible.
I lifted my hand, smearing the back of it over Rhett’s dirty lips, then turning him around with the ease of lifting a kitten.
I crossed my forearm over his chest and pressed him against the wall, then looked at my work.
His cum painted over his glistening lips, inviting and unbearably sexy.
As I kissed him, a deep, uncontrollable purr unraveled in my chest.
We held each other under the spray afterward, both of us trying to catch our breath and process what had just happened.
The water continued to fall around us, washing away the evidence of our passion but doing nothing to diminish the lingering heat that seemed to radiate from every point where our bodies touched.