“And you liked it,” he quipped with a roguish grin. “Spread your cheeks, baby. That’s it. How does that feel?”
Oh, my God. Amazing. I dropped my head and braced my left hand on the white tile and gripped myself as Gabe slipped the tip of a finger into my hole. The cool gel and warm water and the feel of his skin against me was a heady combination. He tapped his erection against my ass and sucked the water from my shoulder as he pushed his digit farther inside me. I groaned and backed up, wordlessly asking for more. He complied, hooking his finger expertly before adding another.
“Fuck,” I whimpered.
“Does that feel good?”
The water cloaked us in a sensual cocoon and highlighted sound and touch. It didn’t just feel good, it felt incredible. “Yes. More.”
He worked a second finger inside and pushed the tip of a third against my entrance just as the water went cold. Gabe pulled out gently and washed his hands again before turning off the spray. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels. We dried off quickly. I tied the navy towel around my waist as Gabe opened the door and tossed his on the floor.
“This way,” he said.
I followed him into the adjacent bedroom. He closed the door behind him, then turned on a bedside lamp. A queen-sized bed with a black-and-white striped duvet and a narrow side table were the only furniture. The white walls were decorated with water polo posters and a giant corkboard lined with evenly spaced personal photos of family and friends. I moved to examine a new one of a selfie we’d taken at a recent tournament just as Gabe pulled me against him and thrust his tongue into my mouth hungrily.
I hummed into the connection and raked my fingernails down his back. We stood naked next to the bed, making out with roving hands and soft sighs. I caught our reflection in the mirror next to his closet. My already aching cock pulsed with need at the sight of us naked together. Gabe followed my gaze and grinned wickedly before squeezing my ass. Our tongues dueled frantically, letting the sweet grind build to a feverish pitch until we were writhing and desperate for friction. He massaged my hole repeatedly as he slid his erection alongside mine and sucked my tongue. Fuck, he felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough.
Gabe stepped aside and pushed the duvet to the end of the mattress. He flopped onto the bed, then held his left hand out in invitation while he stroked himself with his right. “C’mere. Let me touch you.”
“My turn first.”
I crawled between his thighs and pressed kisses down his smooth chest, stopping to lick one nipple and then the other. Gabe hummed his approval as he ran his fingers through my hair. He lifted his hips in a wordless request for me to keep going. I kissed my way south until his prick nudged my chin. I grabbed him at the base and looked up at him before flattening my tongue and licking his shaft up one side and down the other. I briefly sucked on the wide mushroom head, then swallowed as much of him as I could.
Sucking Gabe’s cock had become one of my favorite pastimes. I loved the way he tasted and smelled. But more than anything, I loved his responsiveness. He had a way of making me feel like I was a blowjob genius in training. He tilted his hips as he praised my mad skills.
“So good, baby. Fuck, yeah.”
I loved that he called me “baby.” It was endearing and decadent, something sweet I probably shouldn’t allow. But in the heat of the moment, it was just one more thing that turned me inside out. I backed off to catch my breath but continued stroking him in a firm grip with my right hand while I jacked myself with my left. Just as I was about to open my mouth again, he pushed at my forehead. Then he pulled me against him and rolled on top of me. It was almost a signature move. We laughed at how easily he could switch positions sometimes. But tonight…it made me nervous.
“Gabe, wait.”
“What is it?” he asked, backing up slightly.
I propped myself on my elbows and gulped. “I did some research about…you know. Um, I think it’s supposed to hurt. Does it hurt? I mean…you’ve been on the receiving end, right? Did you like it?” I hated that I sounded like such a weenie, but my accelerated pulse was making it difficult to breathe.
Gabe braced himself above me and studied me for a moment before falling to his side. He threw his leg over mine and pulled me to face him. “Maybe we should talk first.”
I closed my eyes and let out a theatric groan. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to fuck this up, but—”