“No, I’ll wait. It’s your shower,” he says, wrestling with his hoodie to get it off.
“So what? I can wait. Get in there.”
Kaden glances behind me at the shower before he looks back at me.
“It’s big enough for the both of us. Get naked,” he says, kicking his jeans off, completely unaware of what his words do to me.
I fiddle with the zipper of my baggy jeans, staring at him as he shoves his boxer briefs down. It’s not fair. I know he works out and it shows. But the genetics on this guy? Holy hell.
“Come on,” he says, walking past me into the shower. I close my mouth and strip before I follow him.
The shower’s filled with steam from the hot water and Kaden stands there, like he just stepped out of my dreams, water pouring over him. My dick jerks and there’s no hiding in here, but I don’t have time to think about that before Kaden pulls me in by my hand and presses his lips to mine.
I open my mouth and he thrusts his tongue inside as I take another step closer to him and place my arms around him. He keeps one hand on my jaw and the other travels down my side to my hip as the kiss grows hungry. Almost bruising in its intensity. Turning me into liquid.
I can feel his dick hardening between us and I roll my hips against him. He breaks the kiss, dropping his head back against the wall and exhales a moan. Kissing his neck, I slide my hand down his stomach, to his dick and stroke him slowly. His grip on my hip tightens and he thrusts into my hand before he places a hand on my neck, pulling me up and kisses me again.
“Can I try something?” he mumbles against my lips.
“What?”
“Turn around.”
I pull back, looking at him.
He shakes his head. “It’s not—I’m not—I saw something, and I wanna try it,” he says.
“You saw something?”
“Yeah.” He bites down on his bottom lip.
I raise an eyebrow, and he chuckles.
“Yeah, whatever. I did some research.”
“What research?”
He shoots me a look, biting his lips together to hide a smile.
My eyes grow wide. “You watched gay porn?”
“Maybe.”
“Kade!” I gasp. “What did you watch? Did you like it?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe. I… Fuck, shut up!” He laughs a little shyly.
I throw my head back, laughing, and he pushes my chest lightly.
“Fine. We’ll talk more about this but fine. What did you wanna try?”
“Can you turn around?”
I give him one last look before I shift, putting my back against him.
“This conditioner?” he asks, and I turn my head slightly and nod at what he’s holding. The cap snaps open and then there’s a squeezing sound as he pours some onto his hand.
“Tell me if you don’t like it,” he says and steps closer to me. I nod again before I feel his dick between my thighs, slick with conditioner and—fuck! A shiver runs through me like electricity. I’ve never done this before but damn, it’s hot.
