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I cleared my throat, pulling back. “The water is getting cold.”
He cupped a hand around my shoulder, drawing me back in. “Come on and let me clean you, then.”
I glanced up swiftly.He can’t possibly mean what I think he means.
His wide hands glided over my ass.
Holy shit, that is what he means.
I tried to wiggle away, but his fingers slid between my cheeks.
I gasped.
Win paused, tilting his chin down. “Are you being shy?”
“You don’t need to. That’s…” I stuttered. “I’ll do it.”
“My dick was just buried inside you without a barrier, and you’re being shy about me using my finger to make sure you’re clean?”
“It’s embarrassing,” I whined.
“You’re adorable,” he mused.
“I am not!”
His finger pressed against my hole, and I stilled. Using gentle pressure, he circled the area, which was slightly puffy from before.
I purred, arching my ass out without thinking.
“See, angel? I got this. I got you.”
I pushed my face into his chest.
“Okay?” he asked, still massaging the area.
I nodded.
One hand left my ass to fist in my hair and pull my face out of his chest. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I squealed, trying to push my flaming face back into his chest.
Quiet laughter shook his body, and he let me go.
When he peeled my cheeks open, water ran between them, and his finger pushed into my body. I tensed at first, slightly sore from us not using lube, but he kissed my temple, and I relaxed around him. He curled the finger, brushing my prostate and making me shudder. After that, he used scooping motions to make sure he got whatever was left inside me.
When he was done, both of us were breathing heavily, and I could feel my hole trying to clench around something that wasn’t there.
Because the water was uncomfortably cold, we quickly washed and shut it off. He handed me a towel and then used his to help dry me off while he stood there dripping.
Even the cold water and air couldn’t completely deflate my erection.
Another unexpected wave of panic reared its unwanted head as the clock in my mind seemed to tick louder and louder. This night wouldn’t last forever.
Marching over to the sink—as good as one could march naked with a towel wrapped around their waist—I noted his toothbrush propped in a cup.
I grabbed it, squeezed some toothpaste on it, and jammed it in my mouth. Feeling mighty proud, I turned, propping my hip against the vanity so he could see me scrubbing my puke breath with his toothbrush.
“That’s Wes’s,” he deadpanned.
