Page 56 of Lucky Boys
Brooks easily allowed me to shove him into the bathroom, still confused and probably overwhelmed. I closed the door and immediately started kicking off my shoes. When Brooks still hadn’t moved, I stopped and cupped his chin.
“You know if you don’t want this, you can say no, right? We’re not trying to pressure you.”
His eyes bugged out of his head. “No! I want this. Whatever this is. My brain is just trying to catch up.”
Laughing, I kissed his nose. “Well, catch up faster, sunshine. Seriously, sometimes it’s fun to play with Mav, but this isn’t one of those times.”
His breath hitched, but then his brain must’ve finally booted up, because his sneakers went flying across the room and his sweats were down to his knees in seconds.
Now it was my turn for my mind to shut off as his semihard, pierced cock bounced out from the band of his sweats.
“Have you seriously been traveling all this way with no underwear?”
Brooks flashed me a crooked smile. “What? It was a private plane.” Like that answered everything.
Laughing, I shook my head and finished taking my clothes off. “Turn the water on,” I told him as I pulled my shirt over my head.
Brooks fiddled with the showerhead for a minute while I just took the chance to look my fill. It was my first time seeing him completely naked, so sue me, I was gonna stare.
He wasn’t as muscular as the three of us, but his body was tight, and that ass. No wonder Luca and Mav went crazy over it. It was the definition of a bubble butt, and the juxtaposition of all that pale, untouched skin surrounded by the dark tattoos? I palmed my dick, willing it to behave. We didn’t have time to play much right now.
Finally, the water turned on, and Brooks turned to me, the biggest smile on his face. God, he was fucking precious.
The shower was a walk-in, so I just crowded Brooks until he was forced to step back into the spray. I followed him in and then closed the glass door. The space was tight, not exactly big enough for two grown men, which meant that Brooks and I would have no choice but to touch each other. Oh no, what a hardship.
“Fuck,” Brooks whispered huskily, our faces just inches from each other. I closed the remaining space, bodying him against the cold shower wall while reaching out for the body wash that was on the built-in shelf behind us. Thank you to whoever had pre-stocked for us.
Brooks’s chest heaved and his hand wrapped around my bicep, not stopping me, more like for balance. We were so close that I could feel the steel of his PA piercing against my thigh. I flexed the muscle, dragging it over his tip.
“Have you ever topped anyone with that?” I asked while pouring a generous amount of body wash into my hands. I hadn’t given Brooks an inch of space, and just watching his reactions was turning me on. He was so fucking expressive.
He shook his head after a moment, like his brain wasn’t processing at full speed. “N-no.” He stuttered when my hands pressed against his chest, massaging the sandalwood-scented soap into his skin. “I-I don’t get to top very often.”
I hummed softly and discreetly moved my leg again. Brooks’s hips hitched, trying to get more friction. “But you’d like to? Top?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes, I guess? It depends on who and the circumstances. I don’t like to be in control ever.”
That . . . was good information. I moved down and onto his pecs, the tips of my fingers brushing against his nipple rings, causing Brooks to shiver despite the warm water raining down on us.
Brooks and I were about the same height, but I had muscle and bulk on him, and I used it to my advantage now. I pressed my forehead against his, even as I slid my hands farther down his body. “So, say you were tied down and couldn’t move a muscle, couldn’t even raise your hips, and somebody rode you, controlling every moment, determining how much pleasure you got, fuck, even controlling if you got to come and when, that would be okay?”
Brooks licked his lips and humped my leg involuntarily. “Shit. Yes. Yeah. That—that would be good. Or like, if a Dom controlled my movements. Told me what to do the whole time. I think I’d like that too.”
I nipped Brooks’s ear. “Yeah, I think I’d like that too. That sounds hot as fuck, sunshine.”
My mind was whirling, and I hoped Mav and Luca were open to suggestions when we played later, because hot damn, I had them now. I backed off, and without giving Brooks a chance to get his bearings, I knelt.
“Skye?” Brooks asked, equal parts confused and hopeful. Not that I blamed him. His dick was now bouncing an inch away from my lips. It would be so easy to take it into my mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn’t.
“Sorry, babe. Don’t have the time now. Just getting you clean. Next time, I promise.”
Brooks slammed his head against the tile with enough force that it made me wince. “Fucking tease.”
I grinned. “Just getting you ready.” I poured more body wash on my hands—I’d probably go through half the bottle at this rate, but oh well—and started to clean Brooks’s legs. I left his dick for last, because of course I did.
Brooks was cursing up a storm and humping air by the time my soapy hands cupped his balls. Both of his were curled into my hair, holding on for dear life but not controlling me at all. Damn, he really was so beautifully submissive, even as he continued to threaten me and all my descendants.
“Gotta be extra thorough,” I told him quietly as I tormented the fuck out of him, washing his balls and eventually the length of his cock. I teased at his cock head, which was uncut. This man was the definition of temptation.
