I loved watching Beau undress. It was my personal porn. Tonight, he removed the shirt with his back to me. The way his muscles rippled this way and that mesmerized me. His biceps bulged until both arms dropped back to his sides. The fatigue of the day melted away as Beau opened the shower stall door and flipped on the faucet. The instant heat had him stepping inside. The shower spray hit him in the chest. All that fur was getting wet, and I wasn’t there to run my fingers through the mass.
My cock firmed right up, and I tore the clothing from my body. I continued to watch his normal shower stance, the one he did every day. He leaned forward with both hands against the back wall of the shower. He bent his head forward to let the hard spray hit the top of his shoulders and cascade the length of his gorgeous body.
Based on phases of cock building, he was at the starting gate, and I was a straight-up nine and a half out of ten. He wasn’t near my level of arousal. Even better. It was now my job to get him caught up with me. The fatigue of the day vanished as I perked right up. I dropped my last garment on the floor and headed toward what I thought of as heaven.
The click of the shower door drew Beau’s attention, but he barely moved his head to see me enter. The tight way he held himself eased as he gave me the sin-filled grin I loved so much. His amber eyes darkened, hunger entering his gaze as he moved to circle my waist. He brought me between him and the spray, the water pounding my back in all the right ways. Beau stared at me tenderly before his lips went to the area where my jaw and ear connected. My guy nibbled there, small bites, tender kisses, and sweet swipes of the tongue. My hands circled his head and neck. Beau still enjoyed marking me.
His lips pressed against my ear as he whispered, “Baby, go natural for me. You’re spending too much time dyeing, shaving, and waxing. I like your hair darker and let me see some hair on your chest. You like it on me. I’d be into that too.”
I reared back, looking doubtfully in his eyes. Lauren spent a lot of time and effort keeping me blond, but it was getting harder and harder to hide. Even my five o’clock shadow was darker than when I was younger.
“It’ll make those pretty blue eyes pop.”
“Do you think so?” I asked, skeptically.
“Absolutely,” he growled seductively. His lips attached to the crook of my neck, and he sucked there on the sensitive skin. Oh hell yeah, he’d claimed his method of making love. I was the prey, and he was my predator. We were going at it rougher tonight. The way he enjoyed making love to me.
My body loosened while absorbing his love, tender nips and sweet caresses. My arms stretched around his shoulders, holding him to me. The perfect relaxation that left the day in the dust. I slid my palms over his back, paying homage to all the hard work that built this body into my favorite playground. My fingertips ran the ridges and grooves until I cupped his neck and close-cropped hair. I closed my eyes.
“You’re leaving a mark in a hard place to hide,” I whispered against his ear.
“Expect more. All these gay dudes about to watch you in the video, they need to remember their messing with a married man.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I said, moving my hands to his cheek, bringing those sinful lips against mine. Beau swept his tongue inside my mouth doing a deep dive. The instant clash of tongue and teeth turned the kiss carnal. I wanted to give him the fight he enjoyed, but damn, it was hard. Beau dominated me in every way.
A guttural sound slipped past my lips as Beau roughly and possessively yanked my body against his, stepping us under the spray. As suddenly as he took my mouth, he left me there hanging. His nose trailing against my cheek and ear. “How do you want it?”
“For you to dirty suck me here in the shower. I want all the sounds and feelings as I shove down your throat,” I said with no hesitation. “Then take me to bed and remind me who’s my boss.”
His line of vision met mine. “You’re my prince, but you’ve been naughty with your half-truths. There must be punishment.”
My grin was immediate. “Exactly like that. I’ve been very bad.”
Beau took a knee and roughly took my stiff shaft into his fist. A powerful tug followed as he bent to lick the slit in my tip. I was transfixed by the sight, unable to look away as the warm water trailed off me onto him. Beau swallowed me whole, a practiced and perfected technique, effectively turning me from the inside out. Before reality slipped past the extraordinary pleasure, Beau began fucking my cock with his mouth. Gagging and gulping with the aggressive way he took me down his throat and pulled my cock free again. His free palm gripped my ass cheek, fingertips digging into the flesh there.
My hips instinctively moved into the same rhythm Beau sucked me. Beau pumped my cock in and out of his mouth, over and over. The way he loved me sent tingles racing along my skin. The neurons inside my brain misfired as I coasted on nothing more than sensations.
His finger slid between my butt cheeks, seeking the pucker of my hole. He used the same rough force to open me, his digit easily finding my gland where he rubbed and flicked over and over until my arousal shot to the stars. It took effort to stave off the orgasm ready to spill.
The pleasure was welcomed. I was now floating on a different plane. With my eyes screwed shut, I coasted there. A place I wished he and I lived together every single day. What a fucking turn-on.
Heat washed over me from the inside out. My spine turned to jelly, my back hit the shower wall, barely able to stay on my feet. He was so good at fucking me like he hated me. I loved each and every minute. “Damn.”
“Mmm…” Beau’s throat vibrated around my cock. His calloused fingers fondled my balls. The tip of my guy’s nose pressed into the small hairs at the base of my cock. His tongue cradled my length, before he pushed my cock through his mouth and down his throat again. I loved, loved, loved that move. The sensual sensations ran rampant through me. When Beau swallowed, drawing me further down his throat, shooting stars sprinkled my vision in the headiest ways. The warm spray of the water, beating against my shoulders, intensified every unguarded wave of arousal rushing through me. Beau regularly filled my emotional cracks; he was magic right now.
I put my hand on Beau’s head, petting the short strands there. Then traveled lower, my nails scratching against his skin until I cupped the back of his neck. With the pads of my thumbs, I caressed this way and that until I had my hands fisted into his beard. I was tired of fighting my orgasm. My need was taking over. I thrust my hips into Beau’s mouth, rougher than usual. The way Beau changed into a heat-seeking missile at my suggestion of making love tonight turned me the fuck on.
I should be paying homage to him for the day he gave up for me. Yet, here we were. Beau loving my body with precision and care. An instrument he had taken time to learn to play, drawing melodies and the rhythms within seconds of his hands on the strings. I felt his love.
Moments later, Beau pulled his mouth off my cock. His amber stare lifted to mine. “Let me do this. You’re close to the end, and the water’s turnin’ cool.” His voice was hoarse and husky. Beau escalated the finger play in my ass and tugged at my balls with force. I was a goner.
“It feels so good,” I murmured as I reached for the wall of the shower. I eased back, resting there. My eyes closed. Oh fuck, it felt good.
The urgent glide of his warm talented mouth lulled my senses once again, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. His palm gripped my sac and applied pressure. Yeah, I liked that move a lot, canting my hips, teetering between heaven and hell. Beau’s eyes lifted to mine again. My hands fisted, one around his ear and the other into the air. He added a third finger to my hole, maybe a fourth.
Fuck, I loved ass play. Reality beats my fantasies by a mile.
The battle was lost.
