“Are you kidding?”
“No. Look, Liam and I—well, you know. But we’re doing it. Today. And we’d love for you to be there. Please, Johnny?”
I shift my gaze to Kelly, who, hearing the conversation from the volume of the call, beams at me.
“Text me the details, and I’ll be there.”
I feel... odd. Almost like I knew this was coming, but also didn’t fully comprehend that it would ever happen either. I leap out of bed and head towards the bathroom, because there’s no way I’m going anywhere without a shower, and I’m expecting Kelly to be right behind me, but she’s not.
“Are you coming, beautiful?” I ask, peeking around the door frame at her.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you’re my girlfriend. You’re coming.”
Shit. I’ve not said that out loud before, but I don’t hate it.
I disappear back into the bathroom, turning the shower on and waiting for a second, letting the water run hot beforestepping in. And a moment later, Kelly’s familiar arms wrap around me from behind.
“I don’t think you’ve called me your girlfriend before,” she says.
I turn to face her and plant a kiss on her lips. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she says. A troublesome grin forms on her face and she grabs the soap with a washcloth from the shower shelf. “How long do we have?”
She spins me around and starts lathering up my back.
“Not long—maybe say, half an hour?”
“That’s enough,” she says, dropping to her knees.
“What’re you—oh fuck.”
I have a feeling I know exactly what she’s doing. And my dick, spent just a few moments ago, is hard again, begging for the attention that it’s not going to be getting straight away.
“Lean forward a little,” she says, pulling at my hips to bend.
I set my hands in front of me on the wall of the shower. Bracing myself.
Then I feel it. The washcloth right between my ass cheeks. Then she parts me and adjusts her position, the water from the shower beating down on us as she slips her tongue right onto my asshole.
She probes around, not penetrating me straight away, but teasing me. And it’s enough to have me wanting to pull my hand away from the wall to jerk my dick.
Then her tongue flicks over my hole, and I gasp, almost choking on the air in my lungs as she works me right where I need it.
“Fuck.”
“Is that okay?” she asks, taking a moment away.
And I grunt—it’s all I can manage as I feel her tongue intimately exploring me in a way I wouldn’t want anyone else doing.
“That’s really fucking good, baby,” I breathe. “But I need more.”
I need to come.