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“John, I can’t. Anything else, but not this.”
He regarded me with a look of compassion and understanding, and I almost caved, but common sense prevailed, and I washed my hair under his watchful gaze.
A gaze that quickly turned lustful as his eyes roamed my slick, wet body.
John grabbed the shower gel, lathered it up between his hands, and washed every inch of my body, paying particular attention to my underarms and groin. As much as I wanted John right now, there wasn’t enough room. Not only that, but it was still relatively early, and I’d not slept well the night before.
I returned the favour, taking far too much pleasure in washing John. I loved his curves and made sure I let him know how much. His brown nipples were perfect, and he gasped as I licked and sucked them, lavishing attention on each one.
“Jesus, fuck, Liam.”
I smiled smugly, more than pleased with myself.
After rinsing us both off, I turned off the shower and handed him a towel. By now, John was sporting a massive boner. It seemed like someone was sensitive, and I made a mental note to remember that.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and used another to dry my hair. I had no feeling around my scar, but it would twinge occasionally, which often took me by surprise.
I walked back to my room and picked up my clothes. The mess hadn't been helped by my mini-meltdown.
When John entered the room, I could at least see some of the floor. He had dressed in his jeans, the top button undone, and he was barefoot.
He looked fucking hot, with water dripping onto his shoulders, his wet, black curls reflecting the daylight streaming through the window.
Perfectly shaped dark eyebrows, high cheekbones, and beautiful lips. How was he still single?
I didn’t understand it.
He dropped the rest of his clothes on the chair and walked towards me, his eyes narrowed.
“You’re a tease, Liam, leaving me like this.” He gestured at the bulge in his jeans.
I felt a little sorry for him, having to cram it inside them. No wonder he hadn’t fastened the button.
Grinning, I dropped my towel and stood before him in all my nudity.
“Someone is going the right way to be put over my knee.”
My cock jumped. It was still throbbing from earlier. And considering I had actually listened and not touched myself, I was ready to explode.
The thought of being across John’s knee turned me on far more than if he’d offered me a blow job.
To taunt him further, I took hold of my growing cock and stroked it a few times.
“Liam,” he growled, but I didn’t miss the smile he was trying to hide. He knew I was pushing it on purpose.
“Spank me, Daddy. You know you want to.”
He reached for me, and I danced away from his outstretched hand.
“You need to catch me first.” That wouldn’t be too difficult. The room wasn’t that big, and within seconds, I was giggling like a schoolgirl as he sat on the bed and spread me across his thighs.
My dick ached as it rubbed against the rough fabric of his jeans. I put my hands on the floor and waited for my punishment like the good boy I was.
“Are you ready?” he asked firmly.
“Yes, Daddy, spank me hard.” I closed my eyes.
His hand came down hard, and I jumped. Not the soft start from last time, as I’d expected.
