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“Your turn.” He got a few pumps of the shower gel and I started to protest but then stopped when his slick hands glided down my chest, my stomach, and then wrapped around my dick long enough I had to step back and rest on the wall for support. He didn’t hide the grin and kept going, stroking me just the way I liked, and running his thumb over my tip.
“I could jerk you for hours just to see how wrecked you get from my hands on your cock,” he said, his voice low, his eyes watching me the whole time.
“Yeah? You think that’s how this is gonna go?”
He narrowed his eyes playfully and then gave me one more long stroke before he let go.
“Turn around,” I told him.
Knox didn’t argue. He turned to face the wall, braced his hands on the tile, and spread his legs. Water dripped from each of us as I dropped to my knees, yanked his hips back just enough to lean in, and dragged my tongue across him. His shoulders tensed as a rough noise tore out of him.
“Fuck,” he panted.
“Hold still.”
“Not easy when you’re doing that.”
I didn’t stop. Instead, I took my time, kept my hands locked on his sides while I worked him over with my mouth. He rocked back into me, and his legs started to shake when my tongue went deeper. When I finally pulled back, he was breathing hard, his forehead resting against the wall.
I quickly got the silicone-based lube from his bag near the sink, squirted some onto my fingers, and then slid two in. He let out a string of curses that didn’t stop. I worked him open slowly, added another, and stretched him until he was more than ready. Once he was loose enough, I slicked my hand again, stroking myself until I was as ready as he was. I lined up, then slid in inch by inch until I was buried to the hilt.
His head dropped forward and a deep moan rumbled out of him. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that,” he panted.
I paused as he clenched around me, then I started to move. Each push back ended with me driving in hard, setting a pace that made his shoulders tighten and his hands slide slightly on the wall.
“Always so tight for me,” I gritted out.
“Yeah, but stop holding back.”
I drove into him harder, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing off the tile. Knox pressed back against me, matching every thrust, his breath catching each time I sank balls deep.
“Yeah, take it,” I muttered, grip tightening.
“Don’t stop,” he managed, breathless.
I kept at it, slow then faster, pumping into him until I felt myself get close. I reached around, wrapped my hand around him and stroked him in time with my thrusts.
He let out a groan that filled the small space when he came, his body tensing under my hands. That sent me right over the edge. I drove in one last time, growled low, and spilled inside him.
We stayed like that for a moment, the water raining over us, both catching our breath. When I finally eased back, he turned and leaned into me, his mouth finding mine for a messy kiss.
“Worth skipping dessert for,” he said against my lips.
I smirked. “Pretty sure you were dessert.”
He let out a small laugh. “Now it’s my turn.”
19
Knox
The pitter-patterof little feet raced down the hallway a second before the bedroom door swung open.
“Time to wake up!” Grady shouted as he launched himself onto the bed.
I groaned and yanked the comforter over my head. “G, do you know how early it is?”
He crawled over my legs and plopped down between his dad and me, tugging the blanket off my face. “Yeah, but we’re going to the zoo today.”
