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I moan, still riding the tail-end of my orgasm.
“What do I do to you, York?” I ask breathlessly as my fingers tangle in his hair, and my chest heaves. I feel weak. Satiated.Loved.I always assumed this kind of sexual act is all about lust, but what he just did, that was so much more than that.
“You make me want to be a better man. I was blinded for too long. Now I can see fucking clearly.”
Pinning his forearms against the tiles either side of my head he presses his hips against mine, his rock hard cock pressing against my stomach. He leans his forehead against mine, and brushes his lips against my mouth, his tongue parting them gently. I can taste myself on his lips and fire lights within me once again. My hands rove over his skin, clasping his muscular back, his firm arse, before I slide my hand between us and fist his cock. He groans into my mouth as I palm his dick up and down.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans.
“Not Jesus, just me, just Titch,” I reply, smiling against his mouth as he bites down on my bottom lip when the pad of my thumb runs over his slit. I trace the thick vein that runs from the base of his cock to the tip.
“Fuck, Titch,” he groans, his teeth pulling on my lip before he releases it with a pop and drops his head back under the flow of water. I watch in awe as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down and I cup his balls, massaging them gently. His nipples peak, and I can’t help it, I capture one in my mouth, sucking on the point. A rumble vibrates up his throat, and his dick grows in my hand. He’s bigger than I remember.
“Your turn,” I say, a smile creeping over my face as my teeth scrape over the skin of his chest, and my tongue traces the branches of his tattoo. I pump his dick and massage his balls until he’s panting, his lips parting with every breath.
“You’re killing me, Titch,” he grinds out, cupping the back of my neck as he guides my lips back to his nipple, evidently loving the sensation just as much as I enjoy pleasuring him this way.
My lips slide across his chest and capture his other nipple which I lick and tease, all the while pumping him in my hand. He groans, his hands sliding over my hair, my neck, and my shoulders. I feel the slight pressure from his hands, and I know exactly what he wants because I have every intention of giving it to him.
Slowly, I move downwards, kissing my way across his abs and down his happy trail. On my knees, I squeeze him a little tighter, forcing him to focus his attention on me. It’s the perfect view as my eyes lift up from the head of his stunning cock, to his glorious chest before finally resting on his beautiful face as he looks down at me. His hair has fallen forward, and a river of water runs from the end as he reaches for my face, his fingers smoothing over my cheek.
“Is this where you tickle my pickle?” he asks roughly, swallowing hard.
I grin, then ever so softly lick the bulbous head of his cock keeping my gaze pinned on him. I’ve never sucked anyone off before, but I’ve watched enough pornos to get a good idea of what to do. With a confidence I didn’t know I possessed, my lips close over the tip of his cock, my tongue swirling around the ridge. His taste explodes on my tongue, and there’s a hint of something salty that makes me groan around him. There’s no questioning his excitement.
“Fuck!” York exclaims, bringing his other hand down so that he can cup my face firmly and guide me lower onto his cock. I adjust my position and take him further into my mouth as his fingers curl into my hair. With my hand twisting up and down the base of his cock, I take him in as far as I can, then draw back to suck on the head of his cock gently before repeating the action over again. Unlike the pornos I’ve watched, he doesn’t fuck my mouth until I gag, he simply guides me, allowing me to establish my own rhythm. He thickens in my mouth and when his legs begin to shake and his arse tightens with each gentle thrust, I know he’s going to come.
“Titch, I’m gonna come now, baby,” he croaks out and with one last jerk of his hips, his hot cum spurts into the back of my throat. I swallow his seed down, licking and sucking until he's spent, my clit throbbing just like the vein beneath his silky skin.
Afterward, York and I wash each other silently. Our hands smoothing over each other gently. There’s a kind of peacefulness that falls over us both. We’re satiated, yes, but this is more than two people getting off.
This is healing.
I feel it in his touch as he washes me, and see it in his eyes as he looks down at me. York gets erect again, but he doesn’t make any move to take it further, and in a way I’m grateful. It’s been too easy to get lost in him. Stepping out of the shower, I wrap my body up in a towel, watching him closely. He seems distracted, and a little bead of worry begins to grow bigger inside my chest.
“What is it?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.
“We’re still in the now, okay. It can wait. I’ll give you a minute to get dressed,” he says, pressing a lingering kiss against my forehead before stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him.
Concentrating on the task at hand, I dry myself and pull on my clothes. I’ve no idea what time it is, but given how long I’ve been with York I know I’ve missed Xeno’s lesson. He’s going to be angry… Honestly, he can stand in line. What’s one more pissed off man to add to the long list?
Running a hand through my wet hair in an attempt to get the tangles out, I hear a loud knock on the front door. Whoever’s on the other side isn’t feeling particularly patient.
“Hold up, I’m coming!” York shouts, striding past me in just a pair of slacks as I open the bathroom door and step out into the hallway.
Xeno is standing in the doorway.
Oh, fuck.
It’s too late to go back into the bathroom as his eyes find mine. Xeno scowls, and my skin heats at the glare he’s giving me, but I remain steady, refusing to apologise for what’s happened. Xeno rips his gaze from me to York, and I see his fists clenching. There’s no doubt what we’ve been up to seeing as we’re both sporting wet hair, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. Not to mention York is bare-chested and looking at me with a heavy dose of lust, still sporting a semi from our intimate moment in the shower.
“What?” York asks, leaning against the wall casually. He folds his arms over his chest and waits.
Xeno’s lip curls up into a snarl as he gives York a death glare. “Youknowfucking what,” he says, before turning his attention to me. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Don’t speak to her like that,” York says, a warning note in his voice.
Xeno’s head snaps back to York. “Are you for real?”
