Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Oh my, a please and a location request. I feel special.” I groped him again as he climbed back into the house.
“You are.” He turned once I was through the window, wrapping himself back around me. “So special.”
“So special I can nail you through the shower tiles?” Dipping my head, I kissed my way up his neck until I hovered right above his lips. “Gonna beg for me, Monroe?”
“Yeah.” His voice was little more than a husky breath as I claimed his mouth, kissing him thoroughly, tongue-fucking my way into his mouth until we were groaning and his cheeks were flushed.
“Oh, now you blush,” I teased as I grabbed his hand to lead him back down the stairs to the second floor.
“Still not used to being able to ask for it so easily.”
“Always. You can always ask.” I paused by our bedroom door to give him another kiss. “And I’ll always do my best to give you whatever you need.”
Backing up my words, I nabbed the lube from the bedside table and pranced into the bathroom, leaving him to follow with a bemused smile.
“Same. I want to give you what you need too.” He pulled off his shirt. “That’s why I think we’ll make it.”
“Because we’re both givers?” Chuckling, I pulled him to me by one of his belt loops.
“I meant because we listen to each other. But yeah, that too.” He ended with a moan when I unzipped his fly and palmed his already hard cock. “Lord, yes, you’re a giver.”
“Gonna make you all clean. And then dirty you back up.” Winking, I backed away to flip on the shower, placing the bottle of lube next to the soap dish. I’d replaced the old showerhead with a newer, wider high-pressure one. However, quarters remained a little cramped. Whoever had done the original remodel had not planned for two full-size adults to share the shower, but I didn’t mind pressing up against Monroe. I stripped quickly, then dragged him into the shower ahead of me, letting him have the majority of the spray while I draped myself over his back.
“Mmmm.” He made a series of happy noises as I grabbed the soap and started lathering him. I loved his strong chest and lean arms, long runner’s back, and flat stomach with the perfect amount of fuzz on it. I continued to his apple-shaped ass and marathon-worthy thighs, loving how he trembled when I soaped his cheeks and crack. “Fuck. Yes.”
“You’re easy.” I nipped the back of his neck as I continued my thorough washing of all my favorite places on him.
“And you love it.”
“Love you,” I corrected with a laugh, spinning him so he could rinse and also so I could kiss his mouth again. We made out slowly under the steamy water. He took a turn washing me, delicately shampooing my hair. “And I do love your thing for my hair.”
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Even wet and stringy?” I stretched into his scalp massage.
“Nothing stringy about you.” He fisted my cock, a firm grip that had me moaning and pulling him tightly against my body, our slippery cocks sliding past each other.
“Damn.” He moaned low. “I love how perfectly we fit together.”
“We do.” Raising my eyebrows, I held his gaze as I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. “And you fit perfectly in my mouth too.”
With that, I sucked him deep, immediately going for the Monroe Special—deep, slow, lots of tongue action and suction. I knew what he liked, and I loved that we had such familiarity now. Just one summer, and I already knew his body so well. I couldn’t wait to see how much I learned with more time together. And we’d have the chance now. Thinking about him staying here in Safe Harbor had me sucking that much harder until he moaned and pushed at my shoulder.
“Don’t make me come yet.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” I grinned because I already knew his reply.
“I would.” He reached for the bottle of lube and handed it to me. “Fuck me, Knox.”
“Mmmm. You know I want to.” Using my hands, I urged him to spin again, taking the opportunity to rim his squeaky-clean hole, licking and teasing until he was chanting my name and begging.
“Knox. Come on. Please. Now.”
“This?” I worked two slick fingers into his tight hole, scissoring them and stretching him with the confidence born of numerous encounters together. His head fell forward on his bent arms by the shower wall.
“Not enough. More.” He stuck his ass out to meet my thrusting fingers, and that hint of demanding submission was all it took to make my control fray. I slicked my cock and moved in behind him, but our small height difference worked to my disadvantage when it came to wall fucking. He spread his legs, and I bent my knees, but it was still an awkward fit. We both chuckled as I tried to get purchase with my feet.