I stand up quickly, slap his cold ass. “That was the point of the shower. I want you all hot and bothered.”
“Oh, I am. Trust me. I am.”
“Get in there,” I say, grabbing the shower curtain, holding it open.
He hops in then turns the faucet on. Water spews everywhere, this time from the tap instead of the showerhead.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says.
“This shower has the world’s worst parts. Hold on,” I say as I spin around and head to the kitchen and grab the tools. I’m back in seconds flat holding the wrench.
Jude leans against the sink. His feet crossed at the ankles, and his hands pressed together in prayer. “I was such a good boy this year, and Santa is giving me a Christmas present early.”
I laugh as I fix the tap.
Jude stares shamelessly at me, stroking his cock as I work the wrench.
“Yes, TJ, I have such a handyman fetish,” he says.
“You really fucking do.” And I love that I’m the lucky beneficiary.
Once I set down the wrench, Jude proves it, pouncing on me, tugging at my jeans.
Soon, we’re both down to nothing, and when he sets his eyes on my naked body for the first time, I feel like a king. He doesn’t seem to know where to look, except everywhere. His hungry eyes eat up my chest and stomach, and my dick, standing at attention for him.
“You,” he says, all low and husky. “You are just . . . all my fantasies.”
That’s what tonight is. A fantasy. Nothing more.
I don’t want to ponder too much on tomorrow—think about where this is going. If I do, the gears in my head will get stuck on the only answer—we’re going nowhere.
Currently, though, we’re on a path to the bedroom, and I want to savor every second of the trip.
Starting now.
I pull him into the shower. As the bathroom heats up and steam wafts around us, we make out like crazy.
Tongues, teeth, bodies. My hand wraps around his cock, and he grabs mine, and we both groan in tandem.
He slides a hand up and down my length like he’s weighing my cock. Then he dips his face against my neck, presses a hot kiss to my skin. “I have to tell you a secret,” he rasps out.
Hot and bothered?
More like molten and aching everywhere.
“Tell me,” I demand.
He kisses my chin. My jaw. Then he draws a deep breath, inhaling me. “Your aftershave . . . I sniffed it the other day.”
“On me?” I ask, shuddering as my hand coasts along his hard length. He does the same to me, and with his other hand, cups my balls.
Ah, fuck, that’s good.
Letting go, I grab his hips and hold on for dear life as he toys with my dick and my mind.
He presses a slow, hot kiss to my lips, then whispers against them, “I steal hits of you whenever I can if I walk past you. If I get close enough.”
I don’t even know how to process this dirty confession. It’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me. It’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said in the history of sex.
“You want to know what else I do, TJ?” His voice is pure arousal.
“Yes.” It comes out like a plea. It is a plea.
“Sometimes, I come in here when I’m alone in the flat. I open the bottle. Inhale the scent, close my eyes,” he says, stroking me slow and sensual to the rhythm of his words.
This is unreal.
I ache everywhere for him.
I don’t know how he does it, how he turns the tables. I’m supposed to be the writer, and he just told me the most erotic bedtime story ever.
“Do you jack off picturing me?” I’m not sure how I can even form the words to ask anything, but I’ve got to know the answer.
“I like to imagine getting down on my knees and sucking your cock.”
I. Can’t. Think.
I can only do.
Pushing his hand off me, I spin him around, shove him against the wall, and plant a bruising kiss on his lush lips. “But it’s your turn, Jude.”
Then I get down on my knees again, and I swallow his cock.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” Jude grabs my head, yanks me against him. My face is up against his pubic bone, and his dick is down my throat, and I am so fucking turned on. I need to wind him up now. I have to show him I can make him feel spectacular. So, I give him even more. I slide a hand between his legs, press a finger against his ass.
He grips my hair. “You can’t do that.”
I believe in listening to a lover, so I ease off, slowly and torturously, my tongue flicking over the head as I go. “Which part? This?” I ask innocently, then tease at his hole with my finger, pushing the pad inside again. “Or that?” I ask as I draw the head of his cock between my lips once more.
A tremble racks his body. “All of it. I’ll come on your face in seconds, but I really want to come on your chest.”
There he goes again. Taking control.
We’re dried off and in his room in two minutes flat.
When he falls snow-angel style on the bed, I’m pretty sure the only thing I’m going to ponder for the rest of the night is how to make him lose his mind.
I kneel between his thighs, spread them apart, and reach for the lube on his nightstand.
I’ve only thought about this five thousand times, and still I’m jittery, like it’s my first time having sex.
But it’s my first time with Jude, and that’s all that matters.
Maybe the first of many times with him?
Nope. Can’t go there, won’t go there.
As I drizzle lube on my palm, I meet his gaze. “Show me what you look like when you’re getting off to me.”
Jude grabs his cock, stroking it for me.
I could watch him all night. I could stay in this front-row seat to his one-man sex show.
But it’s not a solo production. We’re in this scene together, and when I press a finger against his entrance, his mouth falls open. I slide my finger a little deeper.
“Yes, fucking yes,” he moans, and my God, Jude is so expressive. It’s a gift to touch him, to be the man to earn these sounds.
He grips his cock tighter, twists his wrist.
I add another finger, crook both. His entire body jumps. And the best part?
He can’t speak anymore. There are no more filthy confessions. He just grunts and groans, jerks and tugs as I open him up.
Then, everything happens in a red-hot blur. Jude bats my hand away, rises, and grabs a condom from the nightstand. “Lie down so I can ride your dick.”
I thought I was in control. I thought I was topping him. But when I shift to my back, and he rolls the protection down my shaft, then straddles me, I know that was a lie I told myself.
I am only ever pretending to be in charge. He’s got me in his hands.
All I can do is let him weave his magic.
And holy hell, Jude is magic as he presses my cock to his ass, then as he guides me inside.
His face is etched with intensity from the initial invasion. His jaw is tight, his mouth a straight line. Then, he lets out a sexy gasp, his gorgeous mouth parting as he sinks onto my dick with a heady groan.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he murmurs, his eyes falling shut.
I can’t look away.
When he takes me all the way, I’m not sure I can withstand the pleasure of fucking him.
But I’m willing to try.