Page 72 of Just A Little Magic

“What’s going on is I have a sexy man who needs to get his ass in the shower.”

He gently pushed me toward the stall, following right behind me. He flipped me around and crowded me against the tiled wall. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me against the wall.

I was at eye level with him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The coolness of the tiles was a welcome contrast to the burning heat of his skin. Bear angled back a little and wrapped his hand around my cock. There was no need to keep my moans quiet. His thumb played over my slit and found that nub of nerve endings under the head. A drop of precum beaded on the crown, and he swiped it to ease the friction.

My legs tightened while he continued to torture me. Iwasn’t a slouch in the dick department, but I looked tiny in Bear’s giant hand. Even if it was my dick, I loved how he made me feel small.

“Babe, your cock was made for me. I need to see you come,” Barrett panted.

What had been a few beads of precum turned to a steady stream. His rhythmic strokes brought me closer and closer. When he added some kind of twist over my cockhead, my eyes rolled back in my head.

Bear sped up his strokes and my hips canted as best they could while still being propped against the shower wall. My groans echoed in the acoustics of the shower. It didn’t take long before I spilled over his fist, panting in an attempt to catch my breath.

“It’s my turn,” I said, wiggling to get down once I’d gotten oxygen back in my lungs.

Bear let me down slowly in case I wobbled, which I did. Once down, I dropped to my knees and pushed him until he backed up against the tiled seat. His skin was wet and slippery, and I took my time tracing over his muscles and the lines of his tattoos.

His calf muscles were tight and hard. The muscles in his thighs jumped reflexively when I palmed over them. When I trailed over his stomach muscles, they twitched under my hands. When I found his nipples, I tweaked and pinched them. The sounds he made were somewhere between a groan and a laugh.

“Babe, you’re killing me.”

“I don’t feel like I’ve had time to properly explore you.”

Bear fisted his hands on the bench but made no move to hurry me up. I loved that he never rushed me.

I replaced my fingers with my mouth on the descent. I pulled the nubs of his nipples, one then the other, into mymouth to suckle and bite them. Bear’s groan morphed into feverish whimpers.

I traced every groove and dip of his abs with my tongue. He widened his legs so I could nuzzle his nested balls and roll them gently between my fingers. I captured the head of his cock in my mouth. My tongue swirled over it to capture the salty taste of his precum.

I slowly worked my way down his shaft until I’d swallowed his length. He kept still while I adjusted to the intrusion, and then I began to suckle. I bobbed up and down until the rhythm I’d established made him babble curses and praise.

When his rambling turned to straight curses and his balls drew up tight, I knew it was just a matter of time before I’d get to drink down the salty cum I’d come to love. Each bob of my head had his hips moving forward as he sought his own release.

“Babe, I’m gonna come,” Bear rasped.

I redoubled my efforts to claim it. My cheeks hollowed with each pass as precum and spit mixed, then dribbled from my mouth as Bear surged. When the first briny drops hit my tongue, I swallowed as he pulsed in my mouth. I tried to catch it all, but some leaked despite my best efforts.

When he was spent, Bear withdrew from my mouth, then captured the leaked jizz and fed it to me from his fingers. His eyes never left my own as I licked and sucked his fingers clean.

When there was no more, Bear leaned back against the shower wall and threaded his fingers through my hair. He gently massaged my scalp, and I rested my head against his upper thigh with my nose nestled in his curls. He smelled of soap and home.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

BARRETT

Owen was extra fidgety by the time we arrived at Reed and Jakob’s house. He’d claimed no nerves at the house when I got him diapered, dressed in a sweet dinosaur onesie, and packed a bag of supplies. The reality of facing his fear of playing around others was, I imagined, daunting and crept up on him the closer we got to his playdate. I went around to his side of the car and crouched to his eye level when I opened the door.

“Hey, baby, you are in charge here. If you want to go, we go.”

“How will you know if I’m having trouble talking?”

“I put your blankie in the bag. If you can’t talk, put it over my shoulder, and I’ll know it’s too much for you.” I grabbed both his hands and tugged his body until he was facing me. “You’re my only priority. Everyone else will understand if it’s too much, and if they don’t, that’s fine too. Baby, I’m your Da, and the only thing I‘m going to worry about is you.” I booped his nose and then kissed it. “Just you.”

“Kay, Da.” He held my hand much tighter than I was usedto from him. I squeezed his fingers back and gave him a confident smile. If there was anything I trusted, it was that these boys and their men, plus Anders, loved fiercely and would protect Owen. “We go.”

I helped him out of the car and down the walkway to their front door. The door flew open before I could even raise my hand to knock.

“Owen, you came! I’m so excited. Yay-yay-yay!” Jakob chanted while he turned in a circle wiggling his butt in a happy dance. It was hard not to smile at his silliness, and it worked like a charm on Owen.

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