Page 151 of The Prodigal Son

Once we’re under the spray, he kisses me hungrily. His hard body against mine is all I need. He must have had time to work out in the recovery center because his abs are tighter and the soft ring of flesh around his midsection is gone.

The hard length of his cock is pressed against my hip, and a spike of arousal hits me at the sensation. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

“I need you,” I whimper against his mouth.

“Patience, baby.”

He reaches for the soap and starts up a lather in his hands. Then, he proceeds to torture me by working the warm bubbles all over my body. He tenderly massages my shoulders, pecs, andtraps, working his fingers into my sore muscles until it feels like I’m melted wax in his hands.

Then he lowers to his knees in front of me. When I look down and see Jensen kneeling with my hard cock jutting out toward his mouth, my lips part and my eyes dilate with arousal.

He soaps up my cock slowly, and it leaks from the tip while I try my hardest not to come. The water sluices down my body, rinsing the soap from my chest and cock. It all feels so good I might lose my mind. Then he massages my balls and I have to press a hand to the shower wall to keep from crumbling to the floor.

“Fuck,” I grit out.

With his soapy hand, he slides his fingers between the crack of my ass to gently massage my rim. I spread my legs a little farther for him and look down to see his tongue out to welcome my cock between his lips.

“Oh, God.”

He takes my length all the way into his mouth as his soapy finger continues to press against the ring of muscle. I try to relax for him and allow him in. As he slips inside, my eyes roll and I let out a guttural moan.

I rest my foot on the shower wall to give him more room as he sucks down my cock and works me open at the same time. His finger thrusts deeper and deeper inside me, adding a second as he goes. I won’t last long. That’s for sure.

His mouth bobs eagerly up and down, taking me deep as he swallows around my cock. Then his fingers hook, hitting my prostate, and I’m a goner.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jensen,” I call out with one hand on the wall and the other gripping his wet hair. I can’t keep my hips from thrusting toward him as my orgasm pummels me hard. I’m drowned in pleasure as I come and come and come.

He doesn’t stop sucking, swallowing down my release while I’m seeing stars and trying not to fall over from the intensity of it.

A bone-deep shiver rolls through me, and he finally pulls his lips from my cock. When he finally stands, I collapse into his arms. He holds me against him as he mumbles in my ear, “Who takes care of you?”

With a wicked grin, I reply, “You, Daddy.”

Laughing, he holds me tighter. “That’s fuckin’ right.”

After our shower, we wrap the towels around our waists, but we don’t bother getting dressed because this night is far from over. I don’t plan on sleeping anytime soon. I have the rest of my life to catch up on sleep. Tonight, I need to reacquaint my body with his. It’s been too long to prioritize sleep over sex.

He’s sitting at the head of my bed, watching the door when I emerge from the bathroom. The only thing he’s wearing is a satisfied grin and a look of pure heat in his eyes. Tearing off my towel, I walk over to him and climb onto his lap, holding his face in my hands.

“What are you going to do now that your tour is over?” he asks.

“I guess work on my next album,” I reply. “And have lots and lots of sex with my hot boyfriend.”

He chuckles, capturing my lips with his.

“You know…” I say as I pull back. My hands are linked around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape. “My offer still stands. For you to…you know…move in. But I mean, if you just want to start with a drawer, that’s fine too. I don’t want to pressure you before you’re ready?—”

Thankfully, he kisses me at that moment to shut me up.

“I do still want to,” he replies. “I thought about it a lot while I was gone.”

“You did?” Excitement courses down my spine. I love the idea that he thought about me at all while he was gone, which is a little ridiculous. Of course he thought about me. “What else did you think about?”

His fingers grip my ass, pulling me closer as he reclines against the pillows. He watches me like I’m his favorite thing to look at, and it makes me hotter than I already am.

Lazily drawing his hands up my thighs and waist, he stares into my eyes. “I thought about you—a lot. I thought about us and the future we could have together.”

My mouth tugs in a crooked smirk. “What do you see?”

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