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“You say that like it’s a foregone conclusion.”
The gold flecks in his eyes glint with mischief.
“It’s only a matter of time, baby.” Over the top of my shorts, he works me harder now. Rubbing and teasing while his other hand does the same to himself. We’re standing chest to chest in the swirling cloud of steam while the waterfall of the shower pours in the tiled area to the side of us.
Ky’s gaze drops to my mouth, and that’s my fucking weakness. I hate kissing, but with him, he makes it seem like the most natural thing in the world.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, and who am I to say no to an offer like that.
“Are you going to beg for my cock?” I reach up and grab his jaw. The way his short beard cuts into my skin is so fucking addictive. Feeling that firm scrape and scratch is a sensation I find myself chasing, and I crush my mouth against his.
I love it when he’s like this. My good boy who bends for me and never breaks.
We’re nothing but teeth and licks and hard nips at each other's lips and jaw. I suck hard on his tongue, and Ky absolutely melts for me.
Yeah, he fucking loves it when I do that.
The darkest part of me eats up every drop of his groaning pleasure against my mouth.
He fumbles to get rid of both our pairs of shorts. When it comes to the two of us, we always seem to be starved for one another.
His rough palm wraps my rigid cock, and he makes a satisfied noise in that deep, commanding tone that rumbles right through me.
“Shower. Now.” I bite down on his bottom lip, plant one hand on his chest, and shove him backward.
Ky takes up a spot against the far wall, grabbing a bottle of something soapy and squeezing a few pumps into his hand.
“Get that big dick of yours over here.” He arches for me against the wall, and his pupils are blown out. I’m buzzing beneath my skin as I cage him in, with my arms pressed on the tiles on either side of his head. Spray from the water pounds down and hits my back while the faint scent of sandalwood soap twines with the steam.
He grabs both our cocks and firmly grips them together.
“Fffuck. Yes.” God, his firm grip makes all the blood run to my groin. I drop my head forward against the crook of his neck. “Just like that.”
With long, firm strokes, Ky works both of us at the same time. Rubbing our cocks together and letting the slick glide of the soap build us both into a frenzy.
I sink my teeth into his neck.
We’re both panting and grunting. The sounds of us chasing our release together echo around the dark tiles on the walls and floor.
“Jesus. Ungggghhhh.” Ky’s fist strokes us harder and faster. The pierced tip of him rubs delicious friction against the throbbing head of my cock. Each time his hand runs over it, tension climbs, locked and loaded at the base of my spine.
I bite my way down the column of his neck, scraping my teeth over his Adam's apple. He whispers all sorts of unintelligible curses of pleasure as I rake over his skin, squeezing us both together even harder.
My spine stiffens. Lust races through my veins.
“Ven…fuck…” He shudders; the husky edge to his voice is the most erotic thing.
“You’d better come for me, right fucking now,” I growl against his throat and that does him in. We’re both bucking against one another. Our wet bodies move in sync, and at the same moment, as his hips surge forward, skin slapping against skin, he pulls an orgasm out of me that leaves me seeing white spots behind my eyes.
Cum shoots all over our abs and his hand as we unload in unison with gasping breaths.
It’s a few minutes before either of us can move. Ky strokes my wet hair off my forehead, and I’m too lost in the moment to do anything but enjoy the way he touches me.
Just for this long second, among the pounding comfort of warm water against my back and gentleness from the man in front of me that I certainly don’t deserve, my eyes drop closed. But it’s only fleeting; we know neither of us can remain suspended in time, that kind of luxury doesn’t belong to men like us.
We both shower off properly. The little shit is still eyeing my dick like he’s ready for round two, although anything he had in mind gets cut short when a text arrives from Thorne, apparently needing him for something.
“That asshole really needs to get laid,” Ky grumbles as he types a reply on his phone.
