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There was a clank, followed by some words I hadn’t heard him say before. I looked down, and could see movement under the deck. “You ok?” I called.
“Yeah.” Russ sounded upset. “I’ll live.”
“What are you doing?” I leaned over the railing to see if I could see him.
“Working on the truck,” he yelled back.
“Why?” I was confused. Wouldn’t breakfast be in the plans?
“You were sleeping. I was bored. Figured I’d do something to pass the time.” It was then that he appeared at the bottom of the steps. He had grease or oil, or something smeared on his brow. His hands were dirty, and one finger was bleeding.
“You’re bleeding?” I gasped.
“It’s a cut. I’ll be fine. You ready for lunch?” He tossed the rag he was holding and started to climb the stairs. Taco came trotting around the corner and followed him.
“Lunch? I thought we’d have breakfast first.” I pressed my lips together.
“It’s almost two in the afternoon. Breakfast was a long time ago.” He chuckled.
“Ok. What do you have for lunch?” I turned to go back inside, and Russ caught up to me, smacking my butt as I stepped over the threshold.
“All kinds of sandwich stuff. I was thinking I should clean up first.” He motioned to his face and hands. “Maybe you’d like to join me?” He wagged his brow.
“Are you saying I smell?” I frowned as I looked down at myself.
“No.” He started back peddling. “I don’t think you smell at all, I mean bad that is. It’s just,” he closed his eyes and murmured something to himself before looking back at me, “Taco can’t bother us in the shower. I thought it might be a safe place.” He looked away, and then shook his head before heading toward his room. “Totally up to you,” he called as he stepped inside.
I stood there watching the bedroom door as if he’d come back out. Taco laid down on the rug in the living room and whined slightly. In a matter of a few seconds, the shower roared to life. “Water’s nice and warm,” Russ called out. Before I even noticed what I was doing, I found myself in the bedroom. I closed the door, and then whipped the t-shirt over my head. I stared at myself in the mirror. I never pictured this happening, but the closer I came to it, the more I wanted it. I tiptoed into the bathroom. Russ was already in the shower. He was scrubbing his head, soap running down his tanned body. Slowly, I opened the shower door, and stepped in. I wanted to surprise him. He rubbed the bar of soap over his body, his eyes still closed to keep the shampoo out.
“Can I help?” I reached out and ran my hands down his bare back. He jumped at the sound of my voice, but then held out the bar of soap.
“Be my guest.” He grinned before surrendering himself to me. I took my time washing him. Every nook and cranny got attention as I made sure all the dirt and grime from the day was washed away. His head lolled back as I took special attention cleaning his cock. “You know I’m going to have to get it dirty again just so you can do this, right?”
“I was counting on that.” I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Back.” I pushed lightly to get him to step back under the spray. Warm water rushed over his soapy body and hair. His eyes blinked open as he rubbed the water away. When he stared at me, I could see the fire in them.
“We’re getting this right, this time,” he growled before slapping at the faucet to the turn the water off. “We’ll take another one later.” He grabbed a towel, quickly rubbed it over his body, then grabbed my hand, practically dragging me in the bedroom. He rummaged for a moment until he produced a condom from the side table, and then playfully pushed me onto the bed. As soon as my ass hit the mattress, he climbed over me. “Third time is a charm.” He winked before sliding his cock against me. “There’s no going back now.” He connected our mouths as he slid in, and both of us groaned.
“Nope. No going. back.” I let my head drop back as Russ took control. This was more than I ever fantasized about, and I wanted to enjoy every minute of it.
