Page 84 of Maybe We Can Fake It

He laughs, a beautiful, delightful sound, and then brings his hand down to cover mine where I’m still languidly stroking him.“Let’s get in the shower. This will be even better when we’re wet.”

I couldn’t agree more, so I practically push him in there, following right behind him. He goes for his body wash, but I wrap my arm around his torso, tugging his ass backward against my front. Then I reach around him and take the bottle off the shelf. As I wash him, I kiss his shoulders, his back, anywhere I can reach. And the way his body relaxes and leans into me even more fills me with a rush of pride.

It's obvious that he feels good and safe in my arms, and that’s everything to me.

I’m reluctant to stop washing him, even though there’s no place left on his body that I haven’t cleaned. Then he turns and begins returning the favor. As he lathers his luxurious body wash over my abs, he tilts his chin up for a kiss. Somehow, despite how turned on I am—and can only assume that he is too—we manage to keep it soft, slow, and sweet.

Pulling back, he quirks his lip up. “So you like my popsicle skills, huh?” The smirk grows as my eyes glaze over with lust. “Can I show them to you again?”

My reactions are slow because of the spell he’s cast over me, but I do stop him before he can lower to his knees. “Later. I have plans for you first.”

“What kind of plans?” he asks in a flirty tone.

Eyeing him hungrily, I say, “Turn around and brace your hands on the wall, and you’ll find out.”

I swear I see him gulp before he spins around, slamming his palms against the shower tile. For a few moments, I just admire the view. Water droplets drip down his naked back and land on the round, perfect ass that’s slightly pushed out toward me.

He grows impatient, whining high in his throat and blatantly pushing his ass out farther. But he doesn’t take his hands off the wall.

I reach out, cupping his soft cheeks in each of my hands, and he goes quiet. Until I squeeze, which makes him exhale loudly. Unable to wait any longer to have him, I drop to my knees. Carefully, because, well, I am in my thirties. And then I spread his cheeks, holding them open to give me access to his hole.

He lets out a delighted little noise as he presses back some more. I give his cheeks another squeeze before moving in and licking a stripe from his taint up to his hole, getting my first taste of him.

And let me tell you, that one taste is enough to make me go feral.

I dive in, licking with the flat of my tongue, prodding at his hole with the tip of it, sucking on his rim. All the noises he’s making above me are music to my ears, urging me to ramp up the intensity even more.

When I hear his hands slipping off the tile, I pull my face out of his cheeks long enough to order, “Hold yourself open for me.”

He lets out a high squeak but follows my instruction. Now I’m free to use my hands for other things. I run one palm up his leg, from the back of his knee all the way to the bottom curve of his ass. Then my short nails scrape a light path as I travel back down. With my other hand, I reach between his legs and tug gently on his balls, wishing I could swallow the moan he gives me.

There’s an ache building in my knees, but it’s got nothing on my hard, aching cock. And I don’t care about either of those problems as I continue feasting on him. His legs are starting to tremble violently though, and I still have enough sense to know I should let him come before he falls. With one hand firmly gripping the back of his thigh, I do my best to support him, then use my other hand to reach around his hip and grab his cock.

I stroke and twist him while keeping my mouth on his hole. He’s loose and relaxed for me now, which allows me to slide mytongue in as deeply as it will go. I lick at him from the inside, and his weight falls against me a bit more until he’s practically sitting on my face.

It only takes one more expert twist of my hand, my thumb brushing over his crown, before he lets out a guttural cry and shoots his release all over my hand and the shower wall.

His legs are still shaky, but he takes his weight off me, bracing himself against the wall as he turns to face me. He looks wrecked, which fans the fire of pride in my chest.

Slowly, I stand up, caging him in with one of my hands on the tile beside his head.

“That was...” he starts, trailing off into nothing.

He takes a deep breath, then all but collapses at my feet, batting my hands away when I attempt to keep him up. I rub his shoulder and run my fingers through his hair while he works to catch his breath. He nuzzles his head into my leg, and we stay like this for a few long moments.

My cock is a steel pipe, and I’m ready to hastily rub one out. But he seems to get some energy back as he turns his head, bringing his mouth only inches from my tip.

When he goes in for it, he doesn’t hesitate, sliding most of me into his mouth in one shot. I brace my shoulders against the tiles and widen my stance for balance as I gaze down at him. I’m not going to last long, the need to come is building rapidly, burning me up like an inferno.

And then his fingers slowly roam behind my balls, edging toward my hole, and I become so desperate to have a part of him inside me.

He’s watching me cautiously, as if waiting for me to tell him to stop. Expecting me to.

But I can’t. I won’t.

“Please,” I beg, barely recognizing my own voice. “Please. I want to feel you.”

He looks surprised for a moment, before his eyes light up like I’ve offered him a much greater gift than my ass. And then his finger is there. Teasing lightly around my hole before pushing in, ever so slowly.

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