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“Jess,” he moaned, voice low.
Leaning the crutches against the wall, I moved forward to peek into the shower stall.
Ben stood with his back to me, completely naked, with one hand braced against the wall. The cut muscles in his back strained and flexed as he hunched forward while the water sloughed over all that bare skin.
His ass was clenched, the muscles so taut they looked like stone.
He moaned under his breath and whispered my name again. The hand not supporting his weight against the wall was in front of him, his arm moving furiously as he stroked the dick I’d been so eager to touch just moments ago.
I watched his body tremble, the water raining over him plastering his hair flat to his head. There was not an ounce of fat on him. He was all tight skin and muscle, power radiating from his form. He stroked his cock quickly, his breathing coming in short gasps. Head bowed toward the floor, he groaned again.
“Fuck, Jessica.”
“Want some help?”
His body went rigid, slumped posture bolting upright. The hand wrapped around his cock dropped away, and he turned, looking through the spray and over his shoulder. Pushing the curtain back just a little, I shifted my weight and met his incredulous yet hazy gaze.
“I told you to go to bed.”
“Come here.”
It was almost comical the look of panic that crossed his eyes, but then it stopped being funny.
“Do you really not want me?” I whispered.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned. “I fucking want you so bad I can’t even think.”
“Come here,” I repeated, this time curling my finger.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“You will regret this later.”
“Benji.”
His broken sound echoed up to the ceiling, drowned out by the falling spray. His eyes seared me as he closed the distance between us. The salacious, hungry glint he stared with made me want to lie down and just spread my legs.
His cock stood straight off his body, a thick vein running down the side. The tip was flushed and swollen, a white bead at the very end. His balls were tight and drawn up, water from the shower drenching all his skin.
“I can’t come in there because of my cast,” I rasped, not bothering to take my eyes off his dick. It spasmed as I dropped to my knees.
“Jess, what—” His garbled groan cut off all words when I wrapped my hand around him and licked across the tip. “Oh fuck,” he said, wet hand finding its way into my hair.
I smiled against his hot flesh. “Be a good boy, Benji, and let me have you.”
A broken sound filled the air, and my scalp prickled when he jerked my head back by my hair. His eyes were like fire, glittering with heat greater than that of the sun. The pure, unfiltered want in his stare swallowed me whole and robbed me of breath. For several heartbeats, we stared at each other, him pulling my hair, the shower running in the background.
“Let me make one thing clear,” he said, his voice unrecognizably deep. “You could never touch me, and I would still belong to you and you alone.”
The words sank into me, embossing themselves somewhere deep in my heart. He’d never have to say that again, but I would never stop hearing it. In that moment, my amnesia was inconsequential. Whatever he hinted at in our past was exactly that: the past. All that existed was this moment, this reality that was so new it wasn’t even a memory, and it was all I needed to know.
Keeping my eyes glued to his, I leaned in, stretching my mouth around him, and sliding my lips inch after inch over his dick.
His throat bobbed, eyes slitting. I held his stare until he hit the back of my throat, and my eyes watered, gag reflux starting to flex. He started to pull back, but I made a sound and slapped my hand against his bare, wet ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
He groaned, and I dragged back, only to sink onto him again, settling into a bobbing rhythm I liked. His hips jutted over the edge of the tub, and I leaned into the side, taking him deep as he fisted his hand in my hair and held me tight while I sucked and licked. It all felt so new, my knowledge of giving head wiped from my brain. I was clumsy and a little sloppy, my saliva dripping over my chin and running down his length. I gagged more than once, but whenever I did, he seemed to grow harder like the idea of me choking on his dick was something that turned him on.
