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He blinks, then swallows and nods. I pause to give him a minute to back out. But he just fixes his wild eyes on me with breathtaking intensity and something defiant that will bend to me but never break, because he’s been holding himself together against the world his whole life.
Backing away, I duck into the bathroom, flick on the light, and start the water in his narrow shower stall warming up. When I come back to the doorway, the little terror has snuck off his briefs. He kneels in the overcast bedroom completely bare, with his long, needy cock straining up. As I drink him in, a tiny smile curls the corner of his mouth, as shy as it is teasing. At least he’s learned enough not to try stroking himself.
“Come over here before the water gets cold.”
He inhales slowly, blows it out, then drops to all fours and crawls across the carpet toward me, careful not to put too much weight on his shoulder. It’s a good thing he’s looking at the floor, because the sight does such indescribable things to me that I can’t keep my expression neutral.
When he reaches me, he wordlessly buries his face in my thigh and clings to my calf hard enough to hurt. Prying his hands away gently, I crouch in front of him and take his face in my hands. He’s never been more stunning than now, overwhelmed and fragile. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Say it.” Panicking a little, he tries to tug away, but I just hold him more firmly. “Say it.”
He makes a pained sound as his eyes search mine, pleading for help. “There’s nothing– Um, there’s…” His voice breaks. “Damn it.”
“Look at you.” I pull him against me, my hands caressing the muscles of his bare back. “You are a perfect disaster.” He wraps his arms around my waist and makes a strangled kind of sob-laugh into my neck. I want to say that I won’t let him go until he believes it, and not even then. Instead, I plaster him against the bathroom cabinets with a deep, ferocious kiss. One of my hands grips the base of his throat, and the other wraps around his cock until he whines and bucks into my fist.
“The water’s going to get cold,” I murmur against his jaw. He gives a petulant little growl as I pull away, but when I stand up and strip off my t-shirt and jeans he goes silent and watches with starved fascination. My cock starts hardening as soon as I free it from its denim prison, and by the time I step under the hot water it’s thick and throbbing at every sensation. Glancing over my shoulder, I gesture for him to stand up. “Come on. You must be filthy after the mess of a day you’ve had.”
To my shock, Darius Matthews ducks his head and crawls to my feet, shivering with happiness when I reach down and brush fingers through his hair. Water cascades down every sexy contour of his body and catches in his eyelashes as he kneels and tips his head back to examine every inch of me.
“What are you thinking right now?” My voice comes out a little hoarser than I intended.
“You’re so much more fucking gorgeous than any guy I ever imagined,” he announces. There’s no edge or joke or anything else in his voice, just raw honesty, and for some reason I can feel my throat tightening. “Can I touch you?”
I nod, not trusting myself to answer. Electricity gathers under my skin as he reaches for me, surging and sparking when his palms flatten against my thighs. Damp eyebrows furrowed in concentration, he slides upward to my hips, then back to cup my ass. An obscene moan slips out of his mouth as he kneads my cheeks firmly. Then his warm tongue is raking along my skin, completely frying my nervous system as he laps at my hip and then further in, closer and closer to the small patch of pubic hair I leave trimmed around my cock.
Completely lost in his work, Darius doesn’t stop or hesitate for a second, even though he has no idea what he’s doing. He angles his head, exposing his beautiful neck, and starts dragging his tongue along my balls until he’s pushed me to the edge of control. When I make a strangled sound and grab his hair, he just goes even harder, groaning and licking messily up and around the base of my shaft. His mouth glistens with spit and precum and shower water as he works me over, his fingers digging into my ass and pulling me closer. It feels sacred in a way I can’t even grasp, like he’s finally claiming something he was never allowed to want.
With both hands cupped around the shaft to guide it, he reaches the head and just shoves me straight in his mouth without a moment’s thought. It’s tight and uncomfortable and full of teeth and so passionate that I almost come on his tongue. He only takes a quarter of my length before he realizes this isn’t as easy as it looks and freezes up, mouth stretched around me and eyes lifting anxiously to mine. But he doesn’t pull off.
“This is a good look for you.” I stroke my fingers under his chin, then down along his throat to tap his Adam’s apple. “Someday you’re going to take a cock all the way down here. I’ll be able to feel it just like this.” Drool gathers in the corners of his mouth as he chokes out a needy sound. “Just stay like that for a minute, alright? Get used to it.”
To pass the time, I take a proper look around his shower. It’s only barely big enough for two, but at least it’s not a tub. On little nooks in the wall, he has a bar of generic drug store soap, a straight razor, and a few bottles. I start laughing. “What’s this? The three bath and body care essentials: body wash, shampoo, and an industrial-sized bottle of…” I squint at it. “Ultra long-lasting lubricant. Do you rush through your threesomes and then come back here and jerk off to the thought of a man spreading your legs so you can finish properly?” He struggles and gags at that, clawing at my ass, and I tease my fingers along the back of his neck. “Next time, you can jerk off to what those girls would think seeing you on all fours with a cock down your throat.”
His eyes roll back and the vibrations of his groan ripple along my shaft. Finally, I pull out and rest my rock-hard cock along his cheek. “Feel that? What you’ve done to me?”
“Please,” he croaks. His own dick is a flushed, straining mess. “I’ll do anything.”
“What, is there something you want me to do with this?” I rub my erection slowly against his cheek. “Describe it for me.”
Scrabbling a little on the wet floor, he climbs to his feet, catches my face in both his hands, and goes up on his toes to take a breathless kiss. I can taste faint traces of myself on his tongue as he opens for me. When he breaks away, he begs in a wrecked voice, “Fuck my ass, Tate. Please fuck me.”
Grabbing his waist, I turn him to the tile wall and trail my hand possessively down his spine. When my fingers brush the top of his crack, he twitches and ruts at the empty air, his perfect ass muscles flexing. I plant leisurely kisses on the back of his neck as I push two fingers lower, to tease against his hole. He gives a helpless, fractured cry and tries to climb the wall, but I chase it with a gentle pressure.
“Have you been saving this for me? Every time you trashed me online, did you fantasize about me using your tight little virgin ass as my cum dumpster?”
Darius sobs and comes all over the wall, body jerking against mine. Then he goes boneless and I wrap my arms around his chest to keep him from melting onto the floor. “Shh, brat,” I murmur in his hair. “You’re good. Breathe.”
“No,” he growls, arching his back to press my thick cock into the cleft of his ass. “You’re such a fucking pain. I told you what I wanted and you’re not doing it.”
“Oh, I see,” I remark drily, pushing him against the wall. “I thought you wanted me to make you feel good, but you just want me to use you like a hole even though you’ve finished.”
He nods so impatiently that I have to bite the back of his neck to keep from laughing again. Not because he’s funny, but because he fills my chest with so much warmth that bits of happiness keep spilling out the edges.
“I’m not sure about your tone, but you’ve made me so hard I don’t have a choice.”
Pressed obediently to the wall, he waits while I stick my head out of the shower and dig through my jeans for a condom. I trail the wrapper along his ass before stopping to open it and roll it on. “I’m not doing this again until I can cum inside you and see your face as it drips out.” Part of me panics that I’ve gone too far. Even as I coat my fingers in lube, I’m not sure if this is anything more to him than a one-time thing to blow off steam before we say goodbye. And fuck if it’s not too late for me, because that thought already hurts like hell.
I work gently at his hole until he starts to open for me with a shuddering whine. Between his noises and the thought of him jerking off in here to all kinds of fantasies, some of which I suspect had to do with me, my cock is threatening to let loose before I even get inside. I might be rushing his prep a little, adding another finger, but he’s so incredibly relaxed from coming that he lets me right into the hot grip of his channel while he just rests his forehead against the wall and makes soft, sated whimpering sounds.
“Feel that?” I press my fingers all the way in and spread them slowly, then hold. “You’re open all the way for me.” After pumping them a couple of times, I pull out to quickly dump a handful of lube on my cock.
