“Put your feet closer together,” he says, placing his hands on my hips and when I do, he starts thrusting. Slowly at first, as if to try it out. I’m so turned on, my toes curl on the floor.
“Okay?” he breathes in my ear.
“Yeah. Feels good?”
“Yeah. Fuck!” He places an arm over my chest and with the other, he strokes my dick in time with his thrusts. He rests his chin on my shoulder, licking my neck and nibbling on myearlobe. And hearing his every breath, every gasp, every small whimper that leaves his lips—this close to me ear—drives me wild.
The water sloshing around us, the steam filling the space and the almost obscene sounds coming from us both makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I cross my legs and he groans, letting go of my dick to grab hold of my hips with both hands.
“Fuck,” he exhales, his voice barely there. “That feels so good.”
I place a hand on the wall in front of me, bending forward a little, and stroke myself.
“Oh, shit.” He stops moving, breathing hard behind me and places his hand over mine on my dick. Moving it with me.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Too close,” he says.
“So come.”
“Not until you do.”
And that throws me like a shortcut straight to the edge, and when he slowly starts thrusting again and moves his hand down to my balls, rolling them between his fingers, I lose it.
“Fuck, Kade,” I whimper. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah?” He picks up the pace, wrapping his arms around me, pushing me back against his chest and bites my shoulder.
“I’m so fucking close, Seth.” His voice is all strangled and it pushes me over, my cum spraying all over the shower wall. And then he’s coming too. Coating my thighs, and that’s so hot it almost makes me come again.
And then the water turns from hot to freezing in the flip of a coin and we both gasp. Laughing, we shove each other, trying to get out of the shower so fast we both almost trip.
“Morning, Deloulou,” I answer the phone the next morning. “Just give me a sec!” I turn towards Kaden by the door, and smack a kiss on his lips, and freeze. He blinks, and then chuckles, frowning a little.
“Yeah, that was weird,” I say, forcing a chuckle myself. “Sorry.”
He shakes his head when he opens the door, and walks out.
“Hey,” he says, peeking his head back in. “Don’t forget to bring my clothes. And lock the door.”
“Yeah,” I nod, and he closes the door.
“Seth?” Lou says on the phone, remembering me I kept the phone by my ear.
“Was that Kaden?” she says.
“Uh, yeah?”
“Why do you have his clothes?”
I bite the corner of my lip, scratching my cheek. “Uh, yeah, so it was raining like crazy yesterday, you should’ve seen it. Like, really pouring down, and so, he borrowed some of my clothes.”
After our shower, Kaden ended up staying over, and it’s not like he hasn’t ever done that before. Of course, he has. That’s not the big deal. The big deal is that after the shower, he borrowed some of my clothes, and I loved to see him in my sweats and hoodie a little too much. And that apparently gave me the green light to kiss him by the door, like some fucking housewife waving her husband off.
Ugh, get your fucking shit together, Seth!
