Page 119 of Strange Lad

So he’s going to have to tell me.

“What is it?” he steps up to me, the heat from his bare chest luring me closer as my brain puddles in my skull.

Gentle fingers stroke my jaw before tucking some curls behind my ear, and I lean into the touch. “I’m horny as hell, babe. That’s what it is.”

He hums, the noise rumbling out of his throat and vibrating my nuts. “Let’s get in the shower then.” Thumbing my lip, he pulls it down with apop, pupils blown out.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I rasp and hurry to get my pants off.

My bathroom isn’t the biggest ever, but the walls are closing in on me now that I’m completely naked. Oli takes me in, hunger present in his eyes. I’m rock-hard, breathless, and ready to launch. Of course, he doesn’t reach out and fondle me. Of course, he doesn’t say a fuckingword.He just soaks up his fill of my body, making delicious anticipation slither down my spine.

“Are you…?”

“Sorry,” he mumbles and starts unworking his jeans.

It’s like his movements are in slow motion. Either that or I’m severely impatient. I haven’t been able to see him fully naked before. Even when wefrotted, he’d slipped his underwear over his cock before getting up to fetch something to clean me with.

The jeans go first, and he kicks them to the side. I’m a little disappointed that he’s not sporting a giant boner like I am, but maybe he’s shy. My dick flexes eagerly, so I curl my fist around my length, giving it a lazy stroke.

Oli stops with his thumbs hooked in his briefs, watching me touch myself. I’m never going to see him naked if I keep distracting him, so I let go of my cock. The tip dribbles precum obscenely. Every inch of me is keyed up, endless flutters in my belly.

“Oli,” I breathe.

Smirking, he pulls his briefs down, giving me an eyeful of dick and balls.

And…Jesus.He’s gorgeous.

His cock is long, thicker at the head, and uncut. The longer I stare, the harder it gets. His balls are heavy, full of cum that Iwillhave inside me today. I’m determined here. I’ll serenade him if I have to. The briefs are kicked off to the side as well. Then, he reaches over me to turn on the shower. I lean so I cantake a peek at his ass, and I was so right. He’s got a nice ass. Good handfuls.

I want to touch him so badly. “Are we…playing? Or in the moment?” I ask as he pulls the curtain back.

With one hand on the curtain and the other limp at his side, his dick bucks in the air. “We are taking a shower.”

Groaning, I hop in with him following behind me. Thank fuck my water heater is brand new, so the water is pleasantly hot when it hits me. I stand under the spray, ignoring my raging erection to wet my hair down. The droplets rolling down it have me damn near whimpering. My nipples are bunched up tight. My eyes flutter shut as I scratch at my scalp.

“Oli, you heavily insinuated that we were going to do something. If we aren’t, please tell me so I can jack off.”

When he doesn’t answer me, I open my eyes to find him stepping into me. He grabs my head and slams his lips into mine. It’s like the dam has crumbled, letting the current of all our pent-up lust rush out, drowning everything in its wake.

Crowding me up against the tile wall, Oli wedges his thigh between my legs, rubbing against my dick and coaxing moan after moan out of my mouth. His tongue wastes no time spearing between my lips and teeth, seeking out mine quickly.

I dig my fingers into his back muscles, feeling them flex and tremble as he tilts my head how he wants me. My lungs scream with the need for oxygen, but I don’t stop kissing him. It’s like I physically can’t. Every swipe of his tongue makes my knees weak, and every thrust against my cock forces more slickness out of the tip. I’m dizzy, senseless, so lost in the throes of passion.

Be careful with him. Take your time.

Oli reaches down, cups my ass, and squeezes. “Oh fuck,” I whimper.

“I want to kiss you everywhere, kitten,” he murmurs against my lips before dragging his over my jaw and down to my neck.The vicious suck at my skin has my head thumping against the tile.

“Please,” I beg him. “Please kiss me everywhere.”

He spins me back under the shower spray with deft precision and swipes my soap bar. I seek out his lips again while he suds it up and washes my cock. Clinging to his shoulders, rising on the tips of my toes, I mewl and whine. As hewashesmy dick with teasing strokes, he licks at my lips, sucking the bottom one in between his teeth, drawing out every animalistic noise I’m capable of making—which isa lot.

He pecks my lips twice, spins me again so my front is in the spray, and rinses me down while licking and sucking my shoulder. “Holy fuck, babe,” I cry out, grinding into his fist.

“I’m done waiting, kitten.” I feel the swipe of another hand between my cheeks, soapy fingers swirling around my hole, up my cleft.

“Right now?” I ask, a little startled.

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