Out in the Deep (Out in College 1) - Page 37

I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my black sweatshirt I’d thrown on. “Thank you. Maybe we should have stayed for pizza with Evan. I feel like he knows something is up.”

“I know what you mean. It’s getting harder to behave myself around you in front of an audience. Troy gave me a weird look in the locker room the other day when I put my hand on your shoulder. I have to stop touching you so much. Water okay?”

“Yes, please.”

Gabe filled two glasses and handed me one. “I think Brent has beer too, if you want one.”

“You’d steal your roommate’s beer for me?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Anything for you, baby.”

The sultry look in his eyes went straight to my dick. I was suddenly parched. I licked my lips and then gulped half of my water. Then I set my glass down and leaned against the counter.

“Is Brent coming home tonight?”

“He said he was at his parents’ for a family dinner. They live in Lake Arrowhead, so we have a few hours.” He sidled closer to me and ran his fingers down my neck.

“You look like you want to take a bite out of me,” I joked. “I thought we were having pizza.”

“Fuck pizza.” Gabe stepped between my legs and lined his cock up with mine.

My workout pants and his borrowed swim trunks didn’t provide much of a barrier. I groaned when he jutted his hips suggestively. I tipped my head back, allowing him room to lick a trail over my Adam’s apple and along my chin before covering my mouth in a searing kiss. When the need for oxygen became a reality, I pulled back and laid my head on his shoulder for a moment. I wondered why the gesture didn’t feel odd or emasculating. I’d never leaned on ex-girlfriends the way I did with Gabe. I knew I’d been guilty of stereotyping and assuming a role I thought I was supposed to play in past relationships. It felt incredible to let go and just be myself with him. My newfound sense of freedom was exhilarating. And every day that I became a little more comfortable in my skin, I felt equally stifled by the secrecy. But I wasn’t going to worry about that tonight.

I pushed at his chest slightly and then reached out to touch his swollen lips. “Gabe, we should—”

“Shower,” he intercepted. “This way.”

He held my hand and led me down a short hallway to the bathroom. There wasn’t enough room for two grown men to comfortably share the space for long. Gabe turned on the water, then pulled his T-shirt over his head and undid the drawstring on his swim trunks.

I closed the bathroom door and admired the view for a moment. Gabe’s body was a thing of beauty. I let my gaze travel down his torso to his V-line. I loved the whole package, but my eyes always lingered on that sexy dip leading south. He caught my stare and smirked. “You coming in?”

He stepped into the bathtub and pulled the navy shower curtain halfway across the bar. I finished undressing and set my clothes on the six inches of counter space available before joining him.

“Let me wash your back.” I wrapped my arms around him and wiggled my fingers expectantly.

Gabe handed me a bar of soap, then reached for the shampoo and lathered his hair. “Go fast. The hot water doesn’t last long.”

I washed his back and reached around to soap up his cock, pausing to nibble on his shoulder. “I love your skin. It’s so smooth and…sexy.”

Gabe turned abruptly and kissed me hard. He swayed his hips from side to side, so his thick penis tapped my leg. “We have to hurry, baby. Change places with me. I’ll take care of you.”

I wanted to analyze the sentiment of “taking care,” but he didn’t give me a chance. He scooted around me until I stood under the warm spray. I laughed at his rough ministrations. Gabe wasn’t kidding about hurrying along the action. He kissed me repeatedly as he rubbed shampoo into my hair; then he bit my lip and told me to turn around. He opened the shower curtain and grabbed a tube from the jumble of products on the overcrowded countertop.

“What is that?”

“Lube.”

“Are we doing this in here? I don’t think I—”

“No, baby. Relax. We’ve done this part lots of times.”

“Not in the shower. Is that waterproof? Is there such a thing? Fuck, I should have researched lube brands. Some must be better than others. I’m gonna Google it and—”

“Der, do you trust me?”

I gulped but nodded immediately. “Yes.”

“Good. Turn around. Go on.” He smacked my right cheek when I hesitated, and my dick twitched in response.

Fuck, who was I? I’d never gotten off on power plays, and spanking wasn’t my kink. Or was it? I turned back to glance at the handprint on my ass and scowled at my lover as he squeezed lube onto his hand. “That hurt.”

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