Page 59 of ILY
I’ve done this so many times before, but never with someone like him. Never with someone I could close my eyes and picture the rest of my life with. It’s so soon, but I’m starting to understand when people say, “when you know, you know.”
Because with Thorne, in moments like this, he feels like everything.
He feels like home.
His feet shuffle on the shower floor, drawing me back to the present, and he spreads his legs slightly and tilts his hips out.
I don’t wait to get to my knees. I drop down and drag the bar of soap up his legs. When I get to his ass, I lather up my hands and massage his cheeks, feeling them flex under my touch. I can’t help but spread them, staring at his puckered hole waiting for my mouth. My tongue. My fingers.
His quick inhale has me groaning. I don’t know if he can hear this over the sound of the water, but fuck, I want him to know how hot he looks right now. I tap him on the side of the hip, and he looks over his shoulder.
His cheeks are flushed, his pupils blown out as he stares down at me.
I sign two words. ‘You hot.’ His lips part, and I add with one hand, ‘Want hear you scream.’
I drag a finger up his crack, and he bucks his hips forward, not expecting that. When he turns to watch my face as I do it again, he lets out a soft moan.
‘Good boy,’ I sign and mouth so he knows exactly what I’m saying.
His cheeks darken, and I slap his ass, making him gasp. His ass jiggles when I do it again. Fuck, he’s so perfect.
I turn him slightly, getting him right where I want him with his hands pressed against the wall. Water rushes down his crack, and I shift him back slightly. He goes willingly, his fingers curling against the tile like he’s trying to grip the edges along the grout.
I take a slow breath, and then I lower my face between his cheeks and lick a stripe right up his ass.
He bucks forward, his chin dropping to his chest, his moans echoing around me. I grunt in excitement, my own cock hard between my legs as I do it again. He tastes like perfection, like Thorne. Like a first time.
Like forever.
My tongue laves at his hole, rimming him properly, getting him loose and wet, making him want it so bad that in a moment, he’s going to start begging. When he shifts his hips back against me, I dig my fingers into his cheeks and let my tongue push into him.
His hole clenches around the intrusion, and he grunts. But I don’t let up, pushing in as deep as I can, tasting him. The sounds he’s making are turning me on just as much as eating his ass is. It’s so fucking erotic.
My tongue thrusts in and out of him until he’s clawing at the wall.
I did this to him, to this hot-as-fuck man. I made this man tremble. I made him lose control.
Then suddenly he’s pulling forward, spinning around and holding on to the base of his dick. It’s thick and leaking.
His hand fists my hair, pulling my head back. His eyes meet mine, then he pushes his cock into my mouth.
I groan around the length, the way it sits heavy on my tongue. He thrusts in and out, gagging me on his length, forcing me to breathe through my nose, to claw at his legs.
When he finally pulls out, I take in a long, gulping breath, but he doesn’t let me stay on my knees for long. Instead, he helps me to my feet and spins me around. I go willingly, easily, my hands splayed out before me.
“So hot,” he murmurs as his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, pulling my ass out toward him.
His strong hands massage my lower back, moving to the globes of my ass and spreading them.
“Want to fuck you,” he murmurs, his voice strained.
I crane my neck to look at him. “Do it.”
His eyes flash to my lips. “Say that again.”
So I do.
He moans, his fingers tightening against me, dragging his cock up my crack as he fucks me like that for a long moment. Then his hand grabs the lube I have in the shower, and he dribbles it down my crack. The sound I make when his fingers swirl it around my hole echoes loudly through the shower.
