Page 85 of On Circus Lane

“Me or the invisible dog who seems to be in the shower with us?”

He laughs. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

I eye him disapprovingly. “I’m not sure you will. You don’t appear to be in any sort of hurry.”

“Pah. Who rushes with sex if they don’t have to?”

“Well, me.”

“Come here.”

My feet obey him, and I step closer until I’m in his space, our bodies touching. His cock is a hard rod jutting out from its nest of neat brown pubes. I didn’t get much of a look at him last night. Probably because I was set on coming quickly and leaving even faster. And look at how that worked.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I say, tracing a finger down the vein on his length. “I want that inside me.”

He stares at me and then swallows hard, leaning into my touch. I think that might be my cue. I start to kneel.

“No.” He pulls me up. “Not yet.”

“I thought you wanted me to,” I say as he kisses my neck. The feeling makes my eyes cross. “I thought you wanted to get this show on the road.”

“We’re not Coldplay.”

I snort. “And you’re not funny.”

“Of course not, dear.” He kisses me again.

Our bodies are wet and slide together as I wrap my arms around his narrow waist. The kiss deepens as he slips his tongue into my mouth and tangles it with mine. But he doesn’t make any moves to go further. Instead, he pulls back and taps my shoulder. “Turn around,” he says huskily.

I do, swallowing hard as he pours gel into his palms and then runs his hands over my chest and down my torso, dipping into my belly button.

“Even that’s cute.” He runs his soapy hands over my hips and then across my groin, avoiding my cock that’s pushing at him rudely.

He’s going slower than molasses, and infuriated, I shove my cock against his hand.

“Not yet,” he whispers, returning his hands to my chest.

“I’m not sure why you’re bothering with that,” I say primly. “I don’t like nipple play.”

“That’s exceptionally sad for your poor nipples.”

I open my mouth to either laugh or argue, but all that comes out is a shocked gasp of air as he pinches them. The feeling is like an electric current rushing to my cock, and I press against him. “Again,” I breathe.

He does as I say, but then he gentles his touch, rubbing slowly over them, the shower gel making the slide sublime. All thoughts of rushing have left me, and all I can concentrate on is the almost dreamy feeling and soft pleasure that comes from that gentle touch. It’s enough, yet not enough at the same time, and my body strains for more.

He kisses my neck, nosing below my ear and dropping kisses there before licking and sucking my earlobe. I turn around and link my hands behind his neck, pulling him close. “Do it again,” I breathe.

He grabs my hips, his fingers digging in as he takes my lips in a kiss that’s as deep and slow as the rest of this strange and lovely interlude.

When he pulls back, I sway towards him. “Turn around,” he says.

“I’ll be dizzy if you don’t get on with it,” I inform him, but I’m already turning to rest my hands on the wall, so the words somewhat lose their impact. I groan as his soapy hands start at my shoulders, massaging away the tension there in long strokes.

“God, that’s lovely,” I slur. “Can you come to uni and do that for me?”

“Won’t the no-clothes element cause a stir?”

“I certainly don’t care.”

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