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I certainly don’t remember being the one to move it.
Something about being watched as you pleasure yourself cranks up your system, or at least it does mine. And Maximo’s gaze never leaves me as I continue to stroke my hand up and down my shaft, the soap long forgotten.
My body feels like it’s been dropped right in the middle of a volcano and I have to squeeze the root to keep myself from cumming prematurely.
“Don’t stop,” Maximo orders, his voice hard with a slight tinge of arousal.
I start back, taking short breaths and trying not to overwhelm myself.
Shit.
I was already on edge before he even came in here, but having him within touching distance is shooting me right to the stars.
His tongue traces across his lips as he leans his weight back onto his hands that are pressed against the top of the counter. When he shifts his hips slightly, my eye drops down to the thick bulge tinting his pants.
Fuck.
I inhale a long deep breath before pinching my eyes closed.
Think of something else, Enzo.
I’m racking my brain forsomething,anything to help calm me down when it completely fries.
My eyes snap open going right to where Maximo’s hand has pulled mine to the side to replace it with his own. I hadn’t even heard him move. He doesn’t watch what he’s doing, his eyes on mine instead as his hand jerks up and down my dick, slow and precise. His grip is tight and torturous.
Skilled.
A small whimper leaves my lips.
I try to push my hips forward into his grip but he pushes me backwards with his free hand as he steps in the shower, fully clothed. He doesn’t seem to care that the water is raining down on him as pushes me forcefully into the shower wall.
“Be still.” He keeps his hold tight on my hip and I know I could overpower him, but instead I find myself wanting to listen, wanting to obey him.
So I take the painful pleasure. His finger slides across my slit and I bite down on my bottom lip. His hand continues to move as he leans forward, running his warm tongue along the spot between my shoulder and neck.
I explode.
Euphoria shoots down my spine, my legs growing weak and my heart nearly falling out of my chest.
When I come down I feel off balance and I can’t get my breathing under control.
Maximo is soaking wet, his clothes and hair drenched. Beads of water run down his face.
He lifts his hand, my cum coating it, and my dick tries to twitch right back to life as he licks his hand clean.
He reaches over, turning the shower off, the pipes groaning briefly.
And then… silence.
He continues to study me as my chest heaves. I stare right back, unsure what to do or say.
And then his mouth is on mine. Rough, hot, and perfect. His hands run up my flesh as his lips continue to devour mine. He presses his hard body against mine and I try to get my bearings.
I come up short when he pulls back. “Bed,” he orders.
I don’t think my feet have ever moved so fast. I damn near stumble over them as I make my way to the bed. I’m stillsoaking from the shower and my foot slides haphazardly along the floorboard, but I don’t let it dissuade me.
I sit down on the bed, watching as Maximo leaves the bathroom at a much slower pace. His gaze is hot, inviting as he watches me.
