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Greyson chuckled, his breath hot on my neck. “Don’t worry, Rems. It’ll be so good.”
The click of the bathroom door closing echoed in the silence. I shifted to face Greyson, desire simmering in my blood. He cupped the back of my neck and brought our mouths together in a searing kiss. Our tongues tangled and danced, stoking the embers of desire in my belly into flames.
“Fuck, Grey.” The curse fell from my lips with a hiss. “Let’s get in the shower. Now.”
Nostrils flaring, he stood. I followed him into the bathroom, the air thick with steam as the tub filled while Remi brushed her teeth. Greyson started the shower water while I found some new toothbrushes for everyone.
Remi moaned with delight as she stepped into the luxurious tub. She was a vision, water sluicing over the curves of her body.
When I finished brushing my teeth, I stepped into the shower and immediately crowded Greyson against the tiles, capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss. Our cocks slid against each other, creating delicious friction.
My fingers traced the contours of his chest, lingering over his defined pectorals before teasing his nipples. A shiver ran through him, his breath hitching as he bit back a moan. It thrilled me — this power I had over him, the knowledge that I could bring him to his knees with just a touch.
“Remember who’s watching,” I whispered into his ear, my words both a tease and a challenge. “Do you want Remi to see how much you crave my touch?” The thought of her there, just beyond the glass, sent a thrill down my spine — a voyeur to our most intimate moments.
Greyson’s response was a low growl. He grabbed the shower gel, pouring it into his hands before slathering it onto my body. As he lathered up my chest, his fingertips danced across my sensitive flesh, igniting a fire deep within. My breath caught in my throat, the desire building inside me threatening to break free.
“Is that what you want, Parker?” he murmured, his voice barely audible above the roar of the water. “You want her to watch you beg for more?”
I turned my head to see Remi. She lounged in the luxuriously deep bathtub opposite us, her eyes fixated on our interplay, her lips slightly parted in anticipation.
“Let’s see if you can handle this, rock star,” Greyson whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His soapy hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly.”Because I’m going to make you beg for it.”
The hot water sluiced over my skin as Greyson pushed me against the shower wall, pinning my wrists above my head. Our cocks ground together, slick and hard, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
“Who’s in control here?” His voice was a low growl against my ear that made me shiver.
I smirked, rolling my hips to slide our lengths along each other in a slow grind. “You think you are.”
He bit my neck in retaliation, teeth sinking into the corded muscle. I groaned, the bite of pain sharpening my arousal. “Keep pushing me, Ghost, and I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”
I twisted in his grip, shoving him back against the opposite wall of the shower. If Remi wanted a show, I was all too happy to give her one.
We grappled for dominance, hands roaming over wet skin as the water beat down on us. My cock throbbed with need, leaking against his hip. I wanted to fuck him, to claim him, to wipe that smug look off his face as I pounded into him.
I captured both his hands with mine and this time it was my hand imprisoning his above his head. My other hand was wrapped around both of our cocks, stroking firmly.
Precum slicked my movements as a groan tore from his throat. “Fuck, Ghost.”
My breath was hot against his ear, my voice rough with lust. “You’re mine, Greyson. Say it.”
He gritted his teeth, writhing in my grip as my fist pumped faster. Pleasure coiled in my gut, the edge looming close.
With a growl, he surrendered. “Yours. I’m yours.”
A dark chuckle. “That’s right. Now cum for me.”
My command threw him over the edge. Release roared through him as he came with a shout, spilling over my hand in hot spurts.
While he still floated in the haze of his orgasm, I whispered in his ear. “I’m not done with you.”
The hunger inside me grew, threatening to consume me entirely. I knew what I wanted, but a tremor of fear ran through me. I didn’t have to do this. I could tell him to drop to his knees and suck me off, and he’d do it in a heartbeat.
The water cascaded down Greyson’s body, highlighting the contours of his muscles as he smirked at me, that deliciously wicked glint in his eyes. I knew that he could push his way out of my grasp; that he was allowing me some control. Somehow, that made it all the more exciting.
My pulse quickened, my arousal becoming uncontrollable with each passing moment. We were a swirling tempest of pent-up desire and unspoken need. But I wanted more than just to be caught up in the storm — I wanted to master it.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I growled, grabbing a condom from the shower caddy and ripping open the foil packet. My fingers slipped on the slick surface, but I managed to roll it onto my throbbing erection. The sensation of the latex encasing me only heightened the anticipation, and I could feel my heart pounding like a drum against my chest.
