Page 18 of Guarded By the Lumberjack
When I wipe the water out of my eyes, I let them wander down Calvin's body.
The blood is gone now and I won't ask how it got there for a good long time; I understand what he's trained to do, and I trust that he wouldn't have done it if it wasn't necessary. I don't need the details.
Cal stands in front of me, crowding me with his bulk despite the generous size of the shower. His steel gray hair is wet and pushed back from his face, water drips from his beard, running down a broad chest that's more defined than some of the guys half his age that I see at my gym...when I talk myself into going to the gym.
The hair that adorns his chest is mostly the same gray as his beard, with a few more dark strands mixed in. But it's what the thick trail of silvered hair leads to that has me finally, truly, forgetting the horrors of the last several hours.
Calvin's hand is wrapped around the base of his cock where it juts proudly upward from his body, long, thick, and hard enough to look like it hurts.
My hands reach for his chest, drawing across his chiseled pecs, brushing the pads of my thumbs over his flat, dark nipples and liking the reaction I get as he inhales sharply.
When I replace his hand with my own, Calvin groans deeply and leans back against the tiled wall, watching as I sink to my knees in front of him.
I don't line up perfectly with him. I have to straighten my back and angle my neck. He's so hard, I have to pull him down to my mouth.
Reaching out with my tongue, I lick across the swollen head, the bead of salty pre-cum mixing with the shower water on my tongue.
Calvin's body tenses, and when I take him completely in my mouth, his hands tangle in my wet hair.
"Fuck."
His curse comes out harsh and unrehearsed as he pulls my hair away from my face and holds it in one hand behind my head.
"That feels like heaven, baby. Don't stop."
With his free hand, he cups the side of my face. His long fingers wrap around the back of my head, while he strokes my jawline lightly with his thumb.
I continue working his shaft with my hands and my mouth. It takes effort to take him deep and each time I do, a strangled noise hits my ears through the steady drumming of the rainfall shower head.
Cal's hand leaves my hair to slap against the tile suddenly. His body going taut while he thrusts into my grip.
I can feel his eyes on me, and when I look up without taking my mouth off him, I know he's too close to stop now.
"Pen...you have to...or I'm going to come down your pretty little throat, baby."
Every word is forced out of him, like he has to put effort into remembering speech, and I love that I can make this big, strong man break so perfectly for me like this.
I don't let go of him, I swallow everything he pours into me as his hot release hits the back of my throat, never stopping the long strokes up and down his pulsing shaft until he finally stops convulsing in my grip and sags back against the cool shower wall.
It's on then that I start to notice the uncomfortably hard shower floor under my knees.
When I try to stand, my legs won't take the weight and instead, I topple down to a sitting position. Calvin gives me his hand to pull me up but instead, he slides down to sit on the floor with me.
Pulling me around so my back is to his chest, with the water still falling over us.
"There's an extra-large, double slipper tub in my master bath," he whispers into my ear. "When we get home, I'm going to get you in there with me just like this."
His arms snake around me, one hand palming my breast. He lifts, kneads, twists my nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger till he has me leaning back into him in a desperate attempt to give him better access.
"Although, you do look fucking hot with the shower raining down on this perfect body of yours like this."
His voice has deepened to a growl, his touch firmer. Against my back, I can feel his cock stirring back to life already.
Cal's other hand slides down my body, pushing between my legs till I part my thighs for him.
The water is still deliciously hot, but not nearly as hot as the need running through me as his thick fingers part my folds and slip inside me.
Calvin
