Page 87 of Strut

I turned to look over my shoulder. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“Don’t be sorry.” His tired eyes, ringed black and lined with worry, softened at the corners. “I’d been restless for a while, and then when I heard the shower turn on, all I could think about was you naked and wet.” He squirted a mound of body wash into his palm and put the bottle back on the shelf. “And well—” He glanced down to his hardening cock.

I frowned. “Are you sure?”

His soapy hand fisted my cock and I groaned and turned back around. “Shhh,” he whispered in my ear. “I want this.” His other fingers trailed fire up my crease to press against my hole.

“Fuuuck.” I leaned my head against the tiles again and spread my legs to give him room to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

“Mmm, good boy.” Alec slid his finger inside while he continued to stroke my cock, and my body came alight.

“Oh, Jesus, please.” I pushed back, taking him deeper.

Alec ran his mouth down the slope of my shoulder, sucking and nibbling as he finger-fucked my arse and stroked my cock. There wasn’t a whole lot of rhythm going on, but the rush of sensation burned through me too fast. I wasn’t gonna last.

“I want you, Hunter.” Alec kissed up the curve of my ear, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I wantyouin my head and not him. Ever since the lake, I can’t think of anything else. I needyouon my skin and not him. I wantyouin me.” He kissed across the back of my head to the other ear. “I don’t want to argue if this is right or not. Itfeelsright and that’s all I’ve got right now. Fuck me, Hunter. He might be in my head, but I want you to fuck him out of my body. Can you do that for me?”

Was that a trick question?I dropped my head back and turned slightly so I could see him. “I’m not gonna argue with you. If that’s what you want, I’m your man.”

He snorted and gave me a crooked grin.

I narrowed my gaze. “Just as long as you’re sure?”

He thrust his hard cock into my crease next to his finger and grinned. “Pretty sure.” Then he nudged my head back around and kissed down my neck, curling his finger inside me until—

“Fuck! Jesus, yes. Right there, babe.” I shoved my hips back and he smiled against my shoulder.

“You mean... right... here?” He crooked his finger against my prostate and rammed his hard cock against my taint.

White light flashed behind my closed eyes and a filthy groan fell from my lips. “Oh, fucking fuck!” I cried out. “You’re gonna make me come, you little shit.”

He laughed and rested his chin on my shoulder, going for a third time and—

“Son of a bitch!” I growled, spinning him around to swap our positions and holding him against the wall while I repositioned the showerhead so just our lower halves were catching the spray. Then I gathered him in my arms and kissed every bit of gleaming creamy skin I could reach.

His body moved against me, demanding and hard, and any doubt I had evaporated. Life didn’t get much better than a wriggling armful of naked, wet, and needy Alec. He was demanding and responsive, soft moans meeting every new sweep of my tongue over his body.

“More.” He fisted my hair and directed my mouth to his nipples. I sucked one inside and the back of his head hit the wall. “Oh, fuck, yes. And the other.” I obliged and he growled in delight and took one of my hands and put in on his hard cock, thrusting hard into my fist.

“So fucking toppy.” I grinned against his wet pecs and gave him a couple of long strokes.

“You complain—oh fuck, yeah.” He gasped as I ran my teeth over his wet nipple before blowing on it and his eyes flew open. “Holy shit, do that again.”

I did, and a huge grin split his face. “Note that one down.”

I kissed my way back up to his lips and he sucked my tongue into his mouth, greedy and insistent, pulling me hard against his body, his hands all over me like he didn’t know where to start, like it was killing him to wait. Then as if to prove the point, he flipped our positions and put a hand on my chest to keep my back against the tiles.

“Jesus Christ, Hunter, I have zero control around you.”

“And that’s a problem, because...?” I leaned forward against his shaky hold and he quickly gave in, letting me push him against the glass and kiss up his throat.

He groaned and leaned his head to the side as I attacked his ear. “You know, I was hoping to make this last—oh, shit, yes, do it.” He swore as I bit into his neck. “But I’m not fucking waiting any longer.” He elbowed me aside and stepped back across the shower to the tiled wall. He leaned against it, his legs spread wide and wriggling that oh-so spectacular arse. “Fuck me, Hunter.”

I blinked. “Here?” Shower sex was generally a lot sexier in the imagination than in reality. “You don’t want to take this to bed?”

He shook his head. “Nope. There’s stuff on the vanity.”

I huffed in amusement. The man had come prepared.Well, okay then.I stepped out to grab the condom and lube and almost arsed out on the wet tiles only to be saved at the last minute by Alec’s hand around my wrist.

---