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I realized what made me like Braden the most: he wasn’t intimidating. Despite being a famous athlete, he was like a totally normal guy. Friendly, and kind of goofy, but approachable. I was simultaneously buzzing with energy at the thought of joining him, but also totally at ease with him as a man.
Deeper into the bathroom I went. If Braden heard me undressing, he made no comment. I paused with only my underwear on, then unclasped my bra and took off my panties. One deep breath, then another.
The steam surrounded me as I stepped into the shower. Braden was standing under the stream of water, his broad back to me. The muscles expanded and contracted as he ran his hands over his hair, sloughing off the water.
When he turned around, I was greeted by an absolute tapestry of muscle from his neck to his navel. Smooth pecs and washboard abs filled my vision, almost distracting from the long cock hanging in front of him. His muscles rippled as he finished washing his hair, then opened his eyes and smiled when he saw me.
I tensed, waiting for what would happen next.
“Let’s get you cleaned off.” Braden squirted some extra body wash into the washcloth, then took my hand and began scrubbing the dirt off my arm. He did the same with my other arm, then ran the cloth over my neck.
Slowly, all the tension melted out of my body as he washed me. There was something incredibly sensual about the act that banished all of my nervousness. And just like any other kind of foreplay, soon my body was buzzing with lust for him. He gently spun me around and began scrubbing my back. His cock was hard, and brushed against my ass cheek, sending new flutters of excitement through my torso.
“I hope you didn’t have blue balls after the limo ride,” I said.
His laugh rumbled in my ear. “I went home and immediately jacked off. Didn’t even need porn, because I could still remember you so vividly.”
“I still feel bad. I want to make it up to you.”
The washcloth paused. “I’m listening.”
Mustering up all of my sexual courage, I turned around and leaned close, like I was going to kiss him. His body was hot and hard, and I allowed my stiff nipples to brush against his chest. He closed his eyes, preparing for a kiss, which is when I dropped down to a crouch in the shower.
While Trip and I were dating, sex had felt one-sided. Hedemandedblowjobs, insisting they were a vital part of our relationship. And on the other end of things, he rarely went down on me, insisting that he just didn’t enjoy it.
But things felt completely different with Braden. I could still picture him on his knees in the limo, face buried between my legs as he made me come. I didn’t feel like I owed him a blowjob—rather, I was eager to return the favor and make him feel as good as I did. I was excited to do it.
Braden’s sigh was music to my ears as I took hold of his rock-hard dick and began stroking him. I flicked my tongue out teasingly, tickling his tip before running it up and down his hard length. And when I finally wrapped my lips around him andreallybegan sucking him off, his groan echoed off the tile walls.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for a week.”
“So have I.” I grinned lustily up at him before returning to my job.
His fingers laced into my hair and guided me up and down. In the right context, Ilovedgoing down on a man. It made me feel sexy and powerful. Doubly so since Braden was a famous football player who had probably dated supermodels.
A week ago, that thought might have made me self-conscious of my abilities. But today, it was empowering.
Soon, Braden was thrusting into my mouth with every stroke. I increased my efforts, speeding up while keeping my lips wrapped tightly around his skin, taking as much of his shaft as I could without gagging. I wanted to make him come, to know that I could get him off so easily, the way he had gottenmeoff in the limo.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he rumbled.
I moaned around his cock and moved faster.
His fingers tightened in my hair, and I was certain he was about to explode in my mouth, but then he pulled my mouth away. “I’m not ready to come yet.”
“Why not?” I asked. “You don’t have to come just once.”
He pulled me up into a standing position and crushed his lips against mine, kissing me roughly. I pressed my breasts against his chiseled chest, slick from the water between us, desperate to feel his warmth.
Then he spun me around and kissed the back of my neck.
“Take me,” I breathed. His cock was pressed against my ass cheek. I wanted to feel it inside of me, to take all of it to completion this time.
“I don’t have a condom in here.”
“Then let’s go find one.”
His lips curled into a smile against my neck. “Not yet. I’m still having fun with you.”
