Page 36 of Solid Foundation
“Clearly. Now about that shower…”
Max led the way into his bedroom, and to my relief, there was a large, luxurious en suite bathroom attached. The shower was large, a tiled stand-up shower with glass doors and two showerheads on opposing walls. He reached in and turned on the spray, cranking the temperature to a nice, just-below-scalding heat, the bathroom quickly fogging up.
“Get in there,” he murmured.
I scrambled to comply, stripping quickly and stepping in. As the water hit me, I faced the showerhead and let out a deep sigh, my normally tense shoulder muscles relaxing. Max followed just after me, sliding a hand around my waist. His hand was slick against my wet skin, and he reached up from behind to caress my chest, his fingers lightly stroking the hair there. He was a little shorter than I was, but he was tall enough to press a kiss to my shoulder before dragging his lips up to the juncture of my neck, opening his mouth and scraping his teeth along my skin.
My cock reacted with a heavy twitch, thickening quickly. Between his insistent hold on my chest and the kisses he was leaving on my neck and shoulder, it was clear that Max had intentions other than just washing yesterday’s sweat off. Hishardening cock slotted in the cleft of my ass and he rutted against me, my breath hitching. Max dropped his hand to my growing erection and hummed.
“You like this.” It wasn’t a question.
I nodded and groaned, pushing back into him to feel the heat of his length and rocking forward to chase the friction of his hand.
He withdrew his hand from my cock. “You want more?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Are you going to bend over and let me take this incredible, tight ass right here in the shower, where nobody can hear you scream my name when you come?”
The broken whimper that escaped me was decidedlynotin line with my tough guy image, but I didn’t care about that at the moment. “God, yes.” A shiver racked my body despite the hot water running over my skin.
“Good.” Max pulled away, leaving me gasping and confused.
I looked back at him, furrowing my brow. “What…?”
His smirk was impossibly self-confident. “I told you, you’re distracting. I need to clean up first.”
A frustrated groan escaped me, but instead of protest, I played along. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered my hands before I turned to Max. “Let me help,” I murmured. I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as I washed, scraping my nails against his skin and drawing little shivers and groans from him. When that was complete, I poured soap onto a washcloth and worked it in until there were suds. I ran the cloth over his chest slowly, then up along his shoulders, washing his neck. When I’d soaped him up well enough, I made a spinning gesture with my index finger. “Turn around.”
As I scrubbed Max’s back, he let out soft sighs of appreciation, relaxing into my touch. I lowered the cloth to his ass, cleaning him carefully, and then lowered it further still, washing his legs.Soon I was kneeling on the tiled floor, helping Max wash his feet. Once he was clean, I guided him to turn around again with my hands.
“Rinse off,” I murmured, and he nodded, tipping his head back into the water, letting the soap run down his body and swirl down the drain. His erection was directly in front of me, jutting out toward my body, and I knew what I wanted to do. I wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and opened my mouth, leaning in to take him inside.
Max groaned and ran his fingers through my hair, tilting his head to watch me. My stomach was a bundle of nerves, but I craved the experience, so I sucked him deep, stroking his crown with my tongue, the salty precum sliding down my throat. I knew I wouldn’t be any kind of expert, but I knew what felt good, so I did my best to replicate that. I stroked his shaft as I sucked, using my free hand to gently caress and tug at his balls. Max’s hand on my head urged me on, as did the sounds he made while I worked him, taking him as deep into my throat as I could. After several glorious minutes of this, Max tugged my hair, gasping my name.
“Jake.”
I looked up, not stopping.
His pupils were wide, his breath hitching with every inhale, and I knew he was loving it. “You’ve got to…” He groaned again as his crown hit the back of my throat and I moaned around him. “Stop. I’m so close. I want to fuck you.”
His words sent electricity crackling through me and I did as he asked, pulling away and standing. I stepped forward to kiss him and he opened his mouth to me, groaning when our tongues met. We kissed for several minutes, groping each other as we did, both eager for our bodies to come together again.
When he pulled away, he leaned close and whispered in my ear. “Turn around and bend over.”
I moaned and nodded, doing exactly that, pressing my hands to the shower wall as I braced myself for him to invade me. I looked back to see Max grab a tiny bottle of something that had to have been lube and pour it on his hands before stroking himself. He caressed my ass before using his slick hand to tease my hole, sliding a finger in. When I groaned and nodded, he pushed a second inside me, slowly prepping me for his cock. After what felt like an eternity, a third finger joining the first two and my ass aching for more, I thrust my hips back, desperate for him, not wanting to wait any longer.
“Impatient,” he murmured, but he gave me what I wanted. The next thing I knew, Max’s cock was sliding inside of me in one quick stroke.
When he was all the way in, I moaned again, spreading my legs wider and thrusting against him, practically begging him to fuck me. Max wasted no time, gripping my hips and fucking into me again and again, tugging me back onto his cock as he did. Each thrust got me at just the right angle to make me see stars, Max hitting my prostate over and again. This wasn’t the slow, drawn-out session of the night before. This one was fast and filthy, the slick sounds of our skin slapping and our harsh breathing audible even over the shower spray, both of us making desperate noises as we careened close to the edge together.
I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out, my cock aching to be touched, precum leaking from me in sticky strands, my erection slapping my stomach with each of Max’s thrusts. His groans became more feral, more insistent with every passing second, and he pounded into me relentlessly.
“Now,” he gasped out. “I want to feel you come.”
I reached a hand down to my cock and stroked myself fiercely, desperate, chasing my rapidly building orgasm. Between the insistent pounding of my prostate and my hand on my cock, it wasn’t long. I came, crying out Max’s name as I did, just ashe’d wanted, thick ropes of cum splattering against the shower wall, my ass clenching around his cock over and again. Max’s thrusting stuttered and he drove in hard, rocking me up on my toes as he came deep inside me.
My chest heaved as I slowly came down from the high of my orgasm, my cock still twitching in my hand. Max stayed deep inside me and leaned forward, kissing the nape of my neck again.
