Page 69 of A Match Made In Evan
I don’t need to be asked twice.
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“Fuck,” Ev’s fingers tighten in my hair as water cascades down over us. His voice echoes off the tiles, and I have never been happier that the kids are adults off living their own lives right now. “Baby, your mouth…”
I hum around his cock, now well-versed in how he likes to be sucked off. With a slippery finger (or three) teasing his hole, he basically turns into a whimpering puddle of a man.
“You’re so good at that. So fucking good. I’ve created a monster,” he babbles, alternating between fucking into my mouth or onto my fingers. “God, yes, there.”
My knees are starting to hurt from being on the hard tile of the shower floor for a few minutes now, but I’m enjoying watching him unravel far too much to stop.
As if he can read my mind, he starts muttering, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I hum around the dick in my mouth, and crook my fingers just right.
“Oh,fuck, baby…”
I’d be quite happy for him to finish down my throat and then return the favour, but when he whines, “Get up here and fuck me properly”, I can’t refuse him.
Pulling off his cock with an audible ‘pop’, I let him help me back up to my feet and then he slams his mouth on mine, shoving me back against the shower wall. The shower spray continues to rain down on us, and our skin glides together with just the right amount of friction.
“Where’s the lube?” I ask him when we part for breath.
He fumbles through the caddy for the little bottle and presses it into my hands.
“Swap places. Hands on the wall. Arse out,” I command, swatting the very sexy backside in question for emphasis.
“Fuck I love it when you take charge,” he tells me, and I grin, uncapping the bottle with a satisfying snap of the lid.
We ditched condoms not long after he was well and truly declared recovered from the accident, and I still don’t think I’ll ever get used to how amazing it feels to slide inside him. We both moan as my cock pushes in and breaches the rim, and then I take my time enjoying the warm, moist, tight clench of him around my cock as I inch all the way inside.
Reaching around him, I stroke his dick while I start to thrust, but I have a feeling I’m going to come before he does tonight. It’s always a gamble, and neither one of us ever walks away disappointed in the end, but I still tend to feel more accomplished if I make him come first.
There’s something about seeing and hearing him come undone that does it for me more than anything else. Given how my feelings for him started all those years ago, it’s possible that that’s always been my thing.
“God, I forgot how big you feel from this angle,” he moans and sticks his butt out further, bracing his palms on the tiled wall. “Like you’re going to make it to my damn belly button…fuck, yes, just like that.”
I grip his hips and slam as deep as I possibly can, making the water cascading over us splash and slap.
“You always feel amazing around my cock,” I pant, fucking in and out of him at an increasing pace. “So fucking tight. So hot. Andthis arse” —I release one of his hips to squeeze a perfect, bronze-coloured globe— “fuck, it’s perfect, Ev.”
“Yes,” he babbles with every thrust inside him, “yes, yes,yes.”
“You were so hot kicking that goal tonight,” I tell him, “so hot running around out there in those —nnnghh— those clingy shorts. Showing off this” —I can’t help smacking his butt cheek— “perfect fucking arse.”
“Ohgod!” he cries and slaps the tiles. “D-do that again.”
“What?” I pant, because honestly I’mthisclose to blowing my load.
“Sm-smacking my butt. It felt—”
I slap the fleshy globe again, the sound echoing with the extra smack of the water between his cheeks and my hand.
“—fuck, baby.”
This is a new, but fun, discovery.
“Again?” I ask him and he nods.
