Page 27 of The Alliance

I ran my hands over his back, soaping him up and enjoying the feel of his body beneath my palms. He was washing his hair already, which meant my attention was needed lower down…

His ass was firm and round and strong. Seriously, my mate had a strong ass. It was absolute heaven.

My hands rubbed circles over the hard globes and then I slid a finger down Dane’s crack. His muscles tightened and I pushed my finger down, over his tight hole and rubbed against it, circling his pucker and teasing.

Dane’s voice was deep and rough when he spoke.

“That’s not going to speed this up, Seren.”

He widened his stance as he said it, so his words and his actions were telling me different things. I decided to listen to his body instead of his mouth.

With my other hand, I reached down to play with his balls. They were full and round. I leaned closer and pressed my chest against his back, sucking a spot on his neck as I did it.

“Seren,” he moaned. My heart rate picked up. There was a particular way that Dane said my name, and it never failed to make me feel special. To feel loved. And hard.

I pressed my finger harder against Dane’s hole, wondering as I did so where we’d left the lube.

I didn’t have time to actually find it.

Dane spun round so suddenly that I found myself pressed against the cool tiles with my mate at my front and my dick in his hand, all before I realised what was happening.

If I’d wanted to fight him about it, I could have but, seriously, why would I want to do that? My mate was touching my dick and, yes, kissing my mouth.

Dane kissed like a dream. His tongue was demanding and I opened to him, letting him kiss me deeply. Our bodies slid against each other under the spray of the shower and his larger body pressed me back, a firm, muscular weight.

The click of a cap sounded loud in the small bathroom, and I wondered if it was the lube but the burst of scent told me that it was conditioner. Looked like Dane couldn’t remember where we’d left the lube, either.

I was about to push him away and suggest we look for it so I could actually fuck him, but all thoughts of that fled from my mind when he brought his hand back to my dick and wrapped it around me. His hand was strong and calloused but it had slick, smooth conditioner in it and his strokes glided along my length with ease.

Dane worked me quickly, kissing me as he tugged at my cock and it wasn’t that I couldn’t last, honest, it was just that he knew exactly what to do to me to make me come.

He adjusted his stance again and pressed his own dick against mine. The hard heat of it against mine pushed me higher as he wrapped his big hand around both of us and jerked hard. Dane wasn’t messing about. He wanted us both to come.

His tongue drove me wild and his hand pulled my orgasm out of me with an inevitability that started deep in the pit of my stomach and rose, higher and higher, until it erupted out of me, pumping my come out over Dane’s hand and his large dick.

The fresh scent of it hit the back of my nose and it must have hit Dane’s, too, because he groaned loudly into my mouth. His grip tightened, his jerkingbecame erratic for a few strokes and then his come spilled out of his dick alongside mine.

We stayed like that for a long, intimate moment, pressed together, breathing hard, smelling our combined scent.

Slowly, the water washed away all trace of our sex and Dane pressed a firm kiss to my lips before pulling back.

“I hope we’re not going to be late,” he said.

“We won’t be,” I assured him. “I made sure I had plenty of time to change and to see you come.”

“You planned this?”

“Not exactly. I just knew I needed to put my suit on, and also have sex with you.”

My mate kissed me again. “And are you satisfied now?”

“Yes, I am. You always satisfy me, Dane. My life is perfect.”

For such a giant man, my mate was a complete teddy bear. I could see the moisture in his eyes and it had nothing to do with the shower.

I made sure he’d rinsed all the soap out of his hair and that we’d washed the last traces of come off us, and then I shut off the shower and grabbed a towel. I dried him as he stood there, admiring his stronglegs and broad shoulders as I did so. I might have mentioned them to him, and he gave me that smile that was half indulgent and half secretly pleased.

Of course I admired my mate! The man was a walking sex god, what was I meant to do?

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