With his head still cradled on me, he nods. He turns toward my face and plants a kiss on my mouth. Soft. Lips closed. There’s a deep urgency.
“Bathroom,” he says, and I follow him, tossing my coat on a stool as I walk. It misses with a loud thud on his hardwood floor, but neither one of us pauses.
We stand at the vanity, brushing our teeth, and when I look in the mirror, Vincent’s gaze never leaves mine. This “mood is right” thing is fucking hot. He’s a horny bugger when it happens, and well, who am I to complain? Having an inkling the night might lead to this, I popped one of my magic blue pills in the car. Even though I haven’t needed them with him yet, I’m not taking any chances tonight.
Vincent rinses, spits, and says, “We’re just showering.”
My face falls and my stomach clenches. Have I misread him?
“Oh. Okay.”
“I’ll be a good boy for you after.”
His words send a rush of blood and energy to my groin. My lips part, and I exhale through my nose as my cock thickens in my pants.
Under the hot water, side by side, we wash. Water droplets cling to Vincent’s eyelashes, sparkling under the shower light. I could stare at him wet like this all night. When he reaches for his back, I take a pump of soap, the citrusy sweetness filling the stall, and lather him up. My hands glide bubbles over his strong back muscles. Besides scrubbing him clean, I get a few good grabs at his sides. Being so close, his energy radiating through my hands, sparks fire in my core. As the pill begins to perform its magic, a surge of excitement barrels through me.
When my hands reach the base of his back, his ass only inches away, I pause. Ruth said to “ask for what you want,” and heeding her advice, I swallow and say, “May I?”
Vincent’s hand reaches back and lands on mine. Carefully, he glides my soapy palm down until it’s cupping his ass cheek. With the same care I took on his back, I lather and wash him, taking my time to enjoy every ounce of muscle and spot of skin.
And then, for all that’s good and mighty in this world, Vincent Manda reaches back with both hands and spreads himself wide, exposing his magnificent hole.
“Can you get it all? Please?”
My cock, now fully firm and throbbing, may not survive this. And my heart, fuck, my fifty-two-year-old kicker races, and this would not be the moment to have palpitations. Closing my eyes, I steal a few breaths to calm myself. Easy, Kent.
Another pump, and using my index and middle fingers, I carefully apply the soap to Vincent’s opening. Patting the tender skin, my fingers tingle with electric jolts of pleasure. Using both hands, I lather and rub, being careful not to enter him. Not here. Not now. Not yet.
“Oh,” he moans, “So gentle.”
I lean my forehead on the nape of his neck. “Let’s get my good boy nice and clean.”
Glancing toward the large mirror over the vanity, I get a better view of Vincent’s arched back. His perfect ass tilted upward, allowing me to massage and get him clean enough to feast on.
“So sweet,” I say into his back. “Spotless.”
My fingers gently spread him wider, and my middle finger lingers. “Okay?”
“Fuck, yes.”
With permission granted, I carefully enter, only a bit, the bubbles and water providing enough slickness for my fingertip. Our reflection sends sparks to my core. I’ve never seen myself doing such things to someone this way. The view of our bodies in the mirror, Vincent slowly pushing back into my finger, my left arm wrapped around his waist, might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He slopes his head back, and it lands on my forehead. I can’t resist moving my lips to his neck, tasting his scrumptious wet skin.
My cock rubs on his thigh, and I’m lightheaded from the contact. Or maybe all the blood has left my head for my groin.
“Kent?”
“Mmmh.”
“Bedroom. Now. Please.”
There’s a pleading in his voice. He turns around, his erection rubbing against mine, the water rinsing the lubrication of the soap and bubbles down the drain. I take his chin in my hand and hold him steady while I kiss him. The spearmint from both our mouths creates a cool crispness that makes my lips tingle.
“Look.” I nod toward the mirror.
Vincent’s gaze catches mine in our reflection. “You like watching?”
“You? Yes.” I guide Vincent in front of me, palming his cock, as I observe over his shoulder.
