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“Conserve water, shower with a friend,” I said, flashing him with a smirk of my own.
Dawson ran his hands through his hair, slicking the locks back as the water sluiced in rivulets down his neck.
“Of course. Think of the turtles,” he said in a husky voice as I stepped closer, letting some of the water run over me.
“But if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll leave,” I said, and I meant it. Maybe part of me was concerned I was being too forward, after all this was all new to me. Not the sex, I mean... I’d had shower sex before. But the coming onto a man like this... that was something I’d never done before and I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.
Dawson slid his hand over my stomach, his fingers brushing the remains of his release off of me with gentle scrubbing, before literally smacking my awakened cock. The motion made me jump as my cock bounced, twitching with desire from the rush of his rough touch.
Fuuuuck.
“You are such a fucking brat. You think you are gonna lay there in my bed and grind this—” He squeezed my swollen cock tightly, causing my hips to involuntarily thrust into his grasp, eliciting a groan from my mouth.
“Grind this pretty little cock all over me and then leave me hanging? Think you can crawl into this shower and tease me?” he said as he ran his thumb over my leaking hole, using his other hand to push me back against the tile. The motion angled him over top of me, and he slowly started to stroke me. My breath hitched as I relished the feel and the words of this man who held me at my wit’s end.
I wanted more.
I wanted to give him everything I couldn’t find the words to say.
“I’m not a fucking tease, Dawson, and I’m not a brat.”
“Oh really? Then what are you? A good little boy? Because good boys do what they’re told, and I told you to stay in bed.”
Dawson let go of my cock, if only to palm his own. My gaze dipped to his thick, pink, swollen head, and I didn’t think twice about dropping to my knees, staring up at him through my lashes as water rained down on me like a cleansing rain.
“If I’m so bad, why don’t you teach me a lesson?” I purred, licking my lips.
Dawson smirked as he closed his position over top of me, using his hand to hold his cock as he teased my lips with the tip. Salty liquid graced my lips, and my own desire flared as I waited for him to take the bait.
I hoped by the sheer grace of God he understood that this... this wasn’t about sex. It was, but it was more than that. I hoped somehow he knew that.
“Is that what you want, Nolan? You want Daddy to teach you a lesson?”
“Yes,” I said, my throat going dry as my eyes fixated on his thick, engorged dick in front of me.
“Then open that pretty mouth of yours so I can wash it out with my cum,” he growled, his dark eyes sparkling like hot coals, stoking the fire within me once more.
CHAPTER 27
Dawson
Nolan fucking Harding was going to kill me.
Who would have guessed that the quiet and reserved insurance nerd would be into a little praise and degradation?
Most of the men I’d held relationships with weren’t exactly into exploring that sort of power dynamic with me, not that many had gotten that far to begin with, except maybe Cade.
But Cade always had to be guided through the scenes, which I hadn’t minded at the time, but Nolan didn’t need any guidance whatsoever.
Nolan didn’t miss a fucking beat. He picked up exactly what I threw down, and he didn’t even blink.
Nolan batted his pretty eyelashes at me as he opened his perfect mouth, leaning back on his heels. Water cascaded over us, and at this angle I had a clear sight of his cock, glimmering from the dewdrops of water and desire.
Everything about Nolan was absolute perfection. His dark hair, the way his glasses framed his face when he wore them, his luscious lips that begged to be stuffed with my cock, not to mention his sizeable member that was filling my brain with fuck fantasies that were less about me owning Nolan, and more about spearing myself over him and feeling that stretch until it hurt.
Which should have been my first clue I was in well over my head.
I wasn’t bottom material. I liked to be in control, it gave me a sort of sense of purpose, of stability in my everyday life, and sex was no different. I preferred to be the one delivering the mind-shattering fucks.
