Page 36 of Give In To Love
“Mm. You’re not wrong,” I said, nuzzling his neck. “I’d love to spend the morning in bed with you.”
He brought one hand up, threading his fingers through my hair and holding me in place, which I took as permission to continue. I had no business starting something I didn’t have time to finish, but he smelled so damn good, and I just wanted a little taste.
Jimmy inhaled sharply as I trailed my tongue up the column of his throat and placed a kiss on the sensitive spot just behind his ear. I nipped at his lobe, then pinched his chin between my fingers and turned his face toward mine so I could kiss him. He melted into me, lips parting in welcome as I dipped my tongue inside.
I kissed him long and slow, and just when I had him completely boneless beneath me, I pulled away. “Come on. Let’s go take a shower.”
He groaned. “Seriously?”
I pulled back the covers, climbing over him and out of the bed, then held my hand out to him. “Trust me, sunshine.”
He was slow to stand and looked adorably grumpy, but he took my hand, and after grabbing our toiletries and towels, we made our way down to the bathroom.
There were three bathrooms on our floor ranging in size—the one closest to our room being the smallest, with just three shower stalls. After relieving ourselves and washing our hands, we made our way to the shower area. Jimmy started to slip inside the middle stall, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the one I’d already claimed in the back.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he realized what I wanted.
“Someone could walk in,” he hissed.
“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday on a college campus. I highly doubt we’re gonna see anybody in here. And if someone comes in, you’ll just have to keep quiet. You can do that, right?”
I could see the conflict on his face, a battle between what he thought was right and what he truly wanted. In the end, lust won out, and he followed me into my shower stall.
Jimmy turned his back as he undressed, so I followed suit out of courtesy, then turned the water on to let it heat. Jimmy turned, cheeks rosy and eyes averted. I tipped his chin so I could see his eyes. “Is this okay? We can shower separately if you would be more comfortable?”
“No, I want to be here with you. I’m just…nervous. I know that’s dumb.”
“It’s not dumb, sunshine.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “But I’m going to take care of you. And if there’s anything you don’t like or you want me to stop, just say the word.” He nodded, and I pulled him close and kissed him, feeling some of the tension ebb as he relaxed into me.
We stepped into the water, and I turned him away from me, reaching for the body wash and pouring some into my hands. I took a moment to admire him as I did so, allowing my eyes to trail down his back to the curve of his ass. I wanted to start there, to run my soapy finger between the cleft of his cheeks until I found his tight hole. I wondered what kinds of sounds he’d make if I slipped a finger inside. Would he still be my shy, quiet boy, or would I unlock a different side of him? I hoped I’d get to find out.
But not today. Not yet.
He looked at me over his shoulder, and I smiled unapologetically at having been caught staring. “You have a beautiful body, sunshine. I want to worship you.”
He flushed so prettily. I liked being the one to put that color in his cheeks.
I placed my soapy hands on his shoulders and slowly slid them down his arms and up again, gliding my fingers over his smooth skin. I repeated the motion on his back, lightly kneading his muscles with my thumbs as I went. Stepping forward, I slid my hands over his chest, moving down his torso along the planes of his body. He wasn’t an athlete, didn’t make regular visits to the gym, and wasn’t in possession of a six-pack, but he was slender, with a trim waist that fit perfectly in my grasp.
I stepped forward again, hissing when my erection grazed the curve of his ass. His breath caught, letting me know he was fully aware of the contact, but he didn’t move to stop me. I closed the rest of the distance between us, his back now flush against my chest with my dick nudging his crease.
“You still with me?” I asked, lips pressed against his ear.
“Yes,” he muttered, pressing his ass back into me.
I smiled, breathing him in as I allowed my hands to slide lower, the hair beneath my fingers becoming coarser as I got closer and closer to his cock. I couldn’t see my hands from this angle, but I could feel the texture of the tight curls resting just above his base. And in my mind’s eye, I could see them as they’d looked when I’d cleaned him off yesterday, just a shade darker than the golden blond curls on his head.
He was leaning back against me now, giving me some of his weight as his head tilted to rest against my shoulder. I licked a stripe up his neck, and he shuddered against me.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“Tell me.” I nipped at his ear. “What.” Another nip. “You want.” I bit down gently, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that I knew it would ratchet up the need thrumming in his veins.
His moan echoed off the tile, and it was a testament to just how into this he was when he didn’t seem to notice. “T-t-touch me,” he stuttered. “Please.”
“So polite.” I brushed a fingertip against his base but didn’t move any farther. “I’m going to need you to be more specific, sunshine. Most of me is touching most of you already.”
