Page 102 of Except You

“More. I want more.”

So do I. I add more lube and press two fingers in and then three, twisting my wrist so I grind against his prostate. My dick likes the sounds he makes when I hit it, a needy, desperate sound that has my balls tingling.

What would it feel like to have his fingers in me? To have him press against my prostate?

I don’t know, and if I was braver, I’d ask him to teach me.

God, I want him to teach me.

My free hand cups his jaw and turns his face to mine, my fingers twisting inside of him as I bring our lips together. He moans as I fuck my tongue into him, tasting his desperation.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling his lips away from mine and throwing his head back as his hole clenches around my fingers. I watch as his cock jerks, untouched, and ropes of cum pulse from him. They hit the wall and drip to the shower floor as I continue to wring him dry. He’s shuddering, shaking, and whimpering when he finally comes down from the high.

“Oh my god, that never gets old.”

I grin against his shoulder, loving that he’s not tired of me yet. That little, inexperienced old me is doing just fine with my Bow-tie. With care, I slide my fingers from him and then turn him, gingerly kissing his lips. He sighs against me, his hands sliding across my arms, my chest, my back before he finally pulls away. I stare down at his pink, puffy lips and wet my own.

I can’t imagine ever growing tired of kissing him.

“I think it’s your turn,” he says, reaching down to tug at my hard cock.

I pull my lips between my teeth and drive into his fist, loving how he feels wrapped around me.

“I think I need to wash you,” Beau says, glancing down at my dick.

I nod my agreement. He sure does.

When I’m washed and rinsed, Beau leans against me, the warm water still pelting our skin. He’s half hard once more, and I positively ache.

“Can I try something?” he asks as he leans into me and massages my ass.

I nod, my mouth open as I try to regulate my breathing. It’s difficult though, when Beau is here feeling like sin against me.

“You can say no. There is absolutely no pressure, but can I finger you?”

I hesitate for a moment. Does he read minds now?

“Yeah,” I finally say, and Beau lets out a giddy squeal before composing himself once more.

“Oh god, pretend you didn’t hear that. I’m just…I’m so obsessed with your butt. But listen, Max, if you hate it or want me to stop, you tell me and I will.”

I nod, swallowing roughly as he leans up and kisses me. It’s reassuring, kind, and so perfectly him. He turns me gently, lifting my arms so that my hands are placed against the wall. He kicks my legs apart slightly as he drags his fingers down my back. I can feel each touch lighting a fire within me. But it’s when he reaches my ass that I let out an eager hiss, my hips arching back as he drags a finger up my crack.

“I changed my mind,” he says. “Can I eat you out first?”

My forehead hits the shower wall, and I feel my entire body tremble at the idea. I’m suddenly nervous. What if I hate it? What if this is the deal breaker for him? What if he doesn’t like the taste of me?

“You don’t have to say yes. You can say no, but let me reassure you, Max. I am going to love it.”

A groan pulses out of my throat, and I nod, reaching back and spreading my cheeks for him, my forehead still against the wall. It’s such a vulnerable position and he knows it because he gasps.

“Look at you. Look how perfect you are. God, I’m never going to forget this. This is burned on my retinas now.”

He better not forget me. I plan on sticking around.

His finger presses against my hole as he drops to his knees, batting my hands away and biting my ass cheek gently.

“I got this,” he says, spreading me open once more.

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