Page 57 of Lucky Boys
“Fucking hate you, Skye. Wait till it’s your turn.”
I grinned up at him. “Oh no.” Putting on the fakest upset voice I could manage, I announced, “Look at the time.” I glanced at my waterproof watch, which I had set a timer on. “Only twelve minutes left. I think I’ll just have to wash up quickly. What a shame.”
Brooks’s body shook with frustration, but all he did was whine as I gently extracted his fingers from my hair—I didn’t want to lose handfuls—and then stood, spinning him around and pinning him to the wall. “It’s time for your back now.”
Brooks cried out as I slapped one of his ass cheeks, then he arched back. “Such a good boy,” I teased. “Luca and Mav are gonna lose their ever-loving minds.”
We really needed to hurry though, so I washed his back quickly before turning to his ass. My fingers traced his crease. “Tell me now if you want me to stop.”
Brooks glanced over his shoulder, shooting me a dirty look. “Fuck you. You don’t get to go this far and then stop. Finish cleaning me.”
I nipped at his shoulder. “Can you come now and still manage it if the toppy tops want you to?”
I could practically feel his eye roll. “Um, yeah, obviously.”
“Then you can if you can manage it before I’m done.” Brooks mumbled something, and then he was pushing out, spreading his legs for balance. His hand wrapped around his dick. I circled his hole with my soapy hands before gently breaching it, cleaning him inside and out.
Brooks was so fucking rough with himself that even I was impressed. I kissed the small of his back. “God, you’re so fucking pretty, babe. Anyone ever tell you that before? And this ass. Makes me wish I knew how to write poetry. I’d write a fucking sonnet about it.”
Brooks barked out a surprised laugh. “You are so fucking cheesy.”
“You love it.” I couldn’t resist anymore and bit down on the fleshiest part of his cheek.
Brooks screamed out and then his orgasm hit him, shooting all over the tiles.
“Fuck. Skye. Shit.” He panted, his head resting against the wall. He slowed down, gently milking the rest of his release.
I stood and checked the time. Nine minutes. Hell. After kissing Brooks’s shoulder, I grabbed the body wash and quickly cleaned myself. By the time he got his breath and turned around, I was nearly done, braced against the wall with a finger in my hole, giving it a quick clean.
“Damn, Skye, you’re trying to kill me.”
“I’d ask for a hand but we have . . . six minutes.”
Brooks didn’t say anything, just watched as I cleaned myself. I wished I had time to knock one out myself, but I’d never make it.
“Shut the water off,” I told him after we both rinsed off. I handed him a towel, as we hurried up and dried off.
“Should we prep?” Brooks asked. I shook my head.
“They’ll take care of it. C’mon.”
We both walked out in just towels. No one was around the hallway, which was kind of fucking ominous. The house was way too quiet. We had just thrown our bags into a bedroom—there were only three so Brooks and I were sharing, though I doubted anyone would be sleeping in their own.
“Don’t bother getting fully dressed since we’re gonna be naked in a minute. Just something so we don’t get arrested in a foreign country for indecency.”
Brooks snorted but pulled on a pair of gym shorts and his sneakers, without socks. I followed suit, though I put socks on, too, because eww, and then we were literally running out of the house, through the wild and slightly overgrown lawn, and to the stables.
Thank fuck Luca and Mav weren’t in here yet. I didn’t know what Brooks was expecting, but he stopped short as soon as he walked through the double doors, causing me to run into his back.
“Holy fuck. It’s like a fucking dungeon in here.”
Hands around his narrow hips, I gently pushed him all the way inside so I could close the door. I whistled, quickly taking in the surroundings. He wasn’t kidding. It didn’t look like a barn at all from the inside, completely renovated into a BDSM wet dream.
“We got 45 seconds, sunshine.” I sucked on his neck as I shoved his shorts down. He kicked them off without ever pulling away from me. In fact, he tilted his head, giving me more access.
“You taste so good.”
He hummed, a little dazed. “Shoes off,” I reminded him before reluctantly pulling away. I started to strip myself, but Brooks’s hands on the waistband stopped me.
