I swallow hard. “So are you.”
He sets the cloth aside and presses my back against the shower wall, his mouth claiming mine in a gentle caress. His lips are soft and commanding in a way that makes my body unwind, muscles relaxing, limbs turning into jelly. The taste of beer still lingers on his tongue as it slips past my lips.
I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer. We both groan into the kiss as our erections slide together, water gliding between us. He rocks against me in a slow, teasing grind, letting me feel every inch of him.
“Baby,” he whispers, parting from my lips just far enough to speak. “Can I touch you?”
I give a jerky nod. “God, yes.”
He smirks as he wraps a hand around my cock, jerking slowly. It feels good, but it’s not enough. I want to feel him against me. Our height difference makes the angle a bit odd, but I bend my knees slightly, sliding my cock alongside his.
A choked gasp escapes my lips. I stare down at the sight of our dicks gliding together in Troy’s grasp, wet and red and achingly hard. His face nuzzles against the side of my neck, sucking and biting at the skin as he strokes both of us.
“Fuck,” I moan, my head thumping back against the shower wall. “I want—ungh. More.”
He makes a sound that almost sounds like a growl, vibrating in the back of his throat. “Tell me,” he demands.
His hand slides lower, cupping my heavy balls and rolling them gently. My teeth clamp on my bottom lip to stop myself from doing something pathetic, likewhimpering.
“Say it,” he says, giving my balls a slight tug that makes me gasp. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“T-Troy,” I choke out as his thumb swipes across my slit.
A deep breath of humid air fills my lungs as I try to build up my courage. I know I can trust him—I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone else.
“Fuck me,” I finally whisper. “Please.”
His lips part slightly, his eyes flickering between mine like he’s searching for signs of hesitation. “Is that what you want?” he asks gently. “Because to be clear, I’m verse. If you wanted to be the one to fuck me, I’d be more than okay with that. It might be easier that way since this is your first time with a man.”
I shake my head. “No, I want—” Panic starts to creep up my throat, but I swallow it down. We’re adults, I remind myself. We can talk about sex without shame. “I bought a… toy. Like, to experiment.”
He raises aneyebrow. “A dildo?”
I give a small nod, unable to form words.
“And you liked it?” he presses, reaching around my waist to palm my ass, groping the firm muscle.
My eyes pinch shut, a shiver racing up my spine. “Yes,” I admit in a shaky, quiet voice. “I imagined it was you the whole time.”
His brown eyes darken like rain-soaked soil, rich and earthy. “Fuck, Ash,” he says breathlessly, shaking his head. “You’re gonna kill me.”
He turns off the water and steps out of the shower, taking my hand and tugging me with him. He grabs a towel and dries us off, then ruffles it through my dripping hair until we’re both laughing, skin flushed and warm. Once we’re dry enough—or at least no longer sopping wet—he kisses me, and we stumble blindly down the hall toward his bedroom.
I barely have time to register his bedroom—the navy comforter, the framed photos crowding his nightstand, the cat tower by the window coated in fur—before he’s lowering me onto the mattress. He kisses me like it’s an act of devotion, slow and reverent. His weight settles over me as his thighs bracket my waist, pinning me in place.
My head dips to the side, inviting him to kiss my neck. He instantly takes the bait and skims his lips up and down the side of my throat. I choke down a helpless moan as he takes my earlobe between his teeth, nipping gently. He sucks at the skin, pulling it hard before releasing it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Troy breathes into my ear, sending an electric current zipping down my spine. “Can I suck your cock?”
I throw my head back against the pillow, groaning. “God, yes.”
He smirks as he sinks down my body, leaving soft kisses along my hip bones, nuzzling his nose into my happy trail. My hands gravitate to his black hair, fisting the soft strands, desperate to anchor myself to him. When he finally settles between my legs, his lips are tantalizingly close to my dick, blowing hot breaths against my flushed skin.
When he starts mouthing at the tip, sealing the head of my cock in the sweetest heat I’ve ever felt, I gasp and buck my hips withoutthinking. Before I can apologize, he swallows me down to the base with ease. He bobs up and down, eyes fluttered shut, his brow piercing glinting in the dim lamplight.
His tongue flattens and glides along my length, his throat squeezing me like a vise. It’s wet and sloppy perfection. He moans around my cock as I grasp at his hair, fingers scraping his scalp, grinding into his mouth with unfiltered desperation.
It hits me again—for the first time since we blew each other at the brewery—that being with Troy is unlike anything I’ve ever known. Every other encounter in my past left me raw and inexplicably unsatisfied, like I’d walked away from something unfinished. I used to think the wires in my brain were crossed, that some essential part of me was misaligned.
