Page 74 of My Revenant
“I’m…” He took a steadying breath. “You mean… my dick?”
“Were you washing your dick?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“No.”
“Then that’s not what I meant.”
Jonah was silent, no doubt considering what I was offering, deciding whether he could let himself be that vulnerable with me.
“Just turn around, Rabbit. Put your hands on the wall.”
More silence in response.
“Given I’m not allowed to look, you’ll have to tell me when you’ve done that.”
Jonah snapped, “I’ve done it!”
“And I can turn around now?”
A longer pause before he responded. “Yes.”
I tried to keep my amusement to myself as I turned around, finding him exactly how I’d told him to be—his pale back exposed to me, lithe and toned, and his skin flushed pink from more than the temperature of the water. I trailed a fingertip between his shoulder blades before tracing down the curve of his spine, watching as the muscles reacted to me, rippling and shifting in anticipation.
Then I was on my knees. My hands cupped his firm cheeks, massaged them in appreciation. Jonah shivered under my touch, but he didn’t tell me to stop or shift away, so I continued. Rough hands on smooth skin—kneading, squeezing, soothing. I spread his cheeks, revealing his hole, taking the chance to appreciate thispart of him that had accepted me last night for the first time. Now it belonged to me and only me. All mine. Just like the rest of him.
I wasted no more time, diving in tongue first, and Jonah made a startled sound that morphed into a moan. He was stiff, trying to decide if he liked the new sensation or not, but the more my tongue lapped and stroked at his sensitive opening, the more he melted against the cool tiles of the shower wall, until his back was arching and he was tilting his ass toward me, offering himself to me, and seeking more of the sensations I was eager to give to him.
His legs quivered, and his breath was heavy, soft sounds leaving his perfect lips as I licked and probed, and when my tongue pressed lightly inside him, he cried out. I pressed in further, until my tongue was fucking him in shallow thrusts and Jonah was a whimpering mess. Using one hand to keep his cheeks spread for me, I let the other smooth between his thighs, fingertips tracing along the skin below where I was licking, then forward to cup his balls.
“Fuck,” he whimpered. “Devil, mnnfuck.”
“Like me eating you out, baby?” I asked between licks, his pretty hole twitching in need every time I abandoned it. “Like it when I taste what’s mine?”
“Fuck, Dex.”
Jonah’s hips thrust forward, and I pulled back enough to see that one of his hands had left the wall and he was stroking himself off.
“That’s mine too,” I growled, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. “You’re not allowed to touch it.”
“Please,” he whined. “I need more, Dex, please.”
I smiled. “Of course, baby. All you had to do was ask.”
My hand replaced his, wrapping around his cock as he moaned again. Then I was picking up right where I’d left off, my tongue pressing as deep into him as I could manage.
With the dual sensations, it didn’t take long before Jonah was coming, his voice high-pitched and needy, his cum shooting onto the shower floor as he twitched and clenched around my tongue. I didn’t release him until he was shivering from overstimulation, his hips trying to pull away from me.
I placed a kiss on his cheek, then another, and then Jonah yelped as my teeth sunk into the firm curve of his ass, delivering a mark I couldn’t resist leaving on that perfect skin. I sucked on the abused flesh, a beautiful bruise blooming to the surface. If only it were permanent.
I pulled myself up to my feet again and reached around him to turn off the water.
Jonah was still panting softly when I stepped out to get us towels, and when I returned to hand one to him, he was pouting. “What’s that face for?” I asked him.
“I was supposed to be the one taking care of you.”
“You did.”
“Yeah, but then you…”
