Page 161 of Trust Me

He knelt in front of me and flattened his hands against my thighs as he licked the head of my dick. I gasped, slipping my fingers behind his neck to stroke his skin.

“Give me more, baby.”

He hummed as he took me into his mouth. The fingers he had on my thighs moved around to the backs of my legs, then gripped my ass, forcing me closer. When I hit the back of his throat, my hand slammed into the shower wall to keep me steady.

“Goddamn,” I groaned. “You’re going to make me alert the whole house.”

Pulling back, he drew in heavy breaths. I watched saliva drip from his lips, and I dragged my fingers through it, then pushed it back into his mouth. He sucked on them, his eyes fluttering.

“On your feet,” I said.

He stood immediately and waited. Turning him around, I pressed him up against the wall. The spray was aimed at his back, and the way the water traveled over his body just made my gaze lock onto every lovely curve of him.

Reaching in front of him, I took his dick in my hand. He tipped his head back to rest on my shoulder, giving me the perfect way to kiss him. The sounds he made against my lips while I stroked him made my dick throb unbearably.

Shifting my hips forward, I slid my shaft between his legs. He arched his back, allowing me more access. My fingers explored his skin while I thrust against him again. On the way back, my dick grazed his asshole, and he pushed backward.

“Not in here,” I said, my voice grittier than usual. “I’m gonna get myself off just like this.”

He started moving his hips, fucking himself into my hand while creating the perfect angle for me to slide through the tight space between his thighs. Every time my head got close to his asshole, I was tempted to fuck him for real, but I held myself back.

I gripped his hip hard, grinding into that narrow gap, the water making it slick and hot. Dropping my lips to his neck, I kissed the place where there was a lingering mark from last time. It was starting to fade, so I sucked on his skin, which made him move faster.

Knowing I wasn’t going to last long, I moved my hand to his back and pushed on it until he was bent over. The position gave me a delicious view of his ass, and my mouth watered at the sight. I stuck my fingers into Oli’s mouth again, waiting for him to wet them, then circled his rim while I continued to create friction between his legs.

With his saliva, I pushed one finger into his ass. He reached back to grip my thigh and dug his nails in.

“You said we weren’t,” he gasped.

“It’s not for fucking.”

After burying two fingers inside of him, I crooked them. A high-pitched sound escaped him, barely drowned by the sound of the water.

Adjusting my feet, I used one hand to stroke my dick while I stimulated that place inside of him. It didn’t take long for his ass to tighten around my fingers. I shifted so I could slide through his ass crack, and it sent a jolt through me.

“Oli, cum for me,” I growled.

He hummed with his orgasm, his entire body twitching. I pulled back just enough to press my dick against his hole. Quickening my movements with my hand, I drove myself right to the crest of my pleasure, resisting the urge to drop my head back. Instead, I pushed against his ass. He made a choked sound, but he relaxed, allowing me to slip just inside as my orgasm peaked.

“Fuck,” I groaned as my dick jerked. Pulling out, I watched the last of my cum drip onto his ass. I entered him again, the same as before, and I had to grip his hip hard from the pressure. When I moved back, his hole convulsed and my cum spilled out of him.

I dropped to my knees, holding his cheeks to keep him spread open for me. With my tongue, I followed the trail my cum had left. When I reached his hole, I pushed inside, tasting more of it.

“Dean,” he moaned. His legs shook, and since I worried he’d actually lose strength and fall, I quickly bit down on his cheek before I stood.

“We’ve got to be quick,” I murmured.

He turned around and pouted. “Why?”

“My mom’s boss is coming for dinner. I don’t want him to be here while we’re . . .” I gestured between us.

His eyes were wider than usual, and his lips parted. “Dr. Matteo is coming here?”

“Yeah, she told me a couple hours ago.”

“Hm. Okay.”

“Is that an issue?”

“Nah, it is what it is at this point.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but he started rinsing himself off without expanding on it. Grabbing the bottle of soap, I squirted some into my hand and brought it to his head.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Are you going to wash my hair, Broku?”

“If you don’t make a big deal out of it.”

He mimed zipping his lips, not that it helped. He looked downright giddy as I massaged the shampoo into his hair.

I wasn’t sure exactly when he’d gotten me wrapped around his finger, but there was no denying that I was. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.