Deke (Fake Boyfriend 3)

Ollie hasn’t shut the guest bathroom door, and the sight of him getting undressed has my feet moving as urgently as his were.

But before I know it, we’re both naked and under the spray of the hot shower. The water beats down on us, and Ollie pulls me in close.

I moan into his mouth as he kisses me while his hand trails down my back.

Pushing him off me, I turn him so he faces the wall. “This is about your ass. Not mine.”

He says something under his breath I can’t understand but braces himself on his forearms against the wall and sticks his ass out, ready for me.

My hands lather some body wash and massage it into Ollie’s shoulders and neck. His head lolls to the side and he hums in contentment, but as I work my hands lower, going slowly over his shoulder blades and then down his sides, his calmness is replaced with whines of want and impatience.

A soapy finger trails down his spine, and he shivers.

“Pull your ass cheeks apart for me,” I order.

Ollie obeys immediately and rests his forehead on the tiles in front of him.

My finger moves down lower and circles Ollie’s hole. He grunts, and instead of giving him what he wants, I toy with it some more and refuse to put him out of his misery.

I pour more soap on my hands and work his front, including every inch of skin above his waist.

“Lennon,” he whines.

“Mmmhmm …”

“God, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

I laugh. “Oh, sorry, is this what you want?”

Finally, I bring my hand back around and slowly press my middle finger inside him.

“Yessss.” His whole body shudders, and he sticks his ass out even more.

“Impatient.”

“Of course, I’m fucking impatient. You can’t promise me a tongue fucking and then take your time. That’s like …” He breathes heavy as my finger works him over, inching that little bit farther inside him before I pull it back and then slowly torture him again as I do it again.

“Like?” I ask.

“Like bad.”

I love him like this. Incoherent and begging. I pull away, and he whimpers.

“Where are you going now?” he whines.

“We’re going to bed. Because I’m gonna make this last way too long for me to get on my knees on the cold tiles.”

“Fuck,” he hisses and grips the base of his cock hard. “Or it’s gonna be all over before you barely even do anything.”

I chuckle. “Or that.”

We both rush to make sure we’re properly clean and quickly rinse off. Toweling off is even quicker, and I have him on his hands and knees on my bed faster than he could skate during a power play.

Our towels are discarded on the floor, and my cock wishes I was the one on my hands and knees.

No, this is about him.

As much as I want to take my time, Ollie’s not into the whole wait for it to build until you come so hard you go blind thing that I love.

The first flicker of my tongue over his hole has him begging for more. I suck two fingers into my mouth, coating them in saliva. When I go back working him over with my tongue and loving every reaction I pull from him, I can barely contain my own arousal.

I add a finger and then two, working him over with both my tongue and my hand, and he turns into a blubbering mess.

His hands fist my comforter, he groans loud enough to wake the dead, and I’ve never been more thankful to be home alone.

My mouth moves lower to his sac and then his long cock hanging heavy between his legs while my fingers peg his prostate.

His ass clenches around my fingers, and his balls draw up tight. Right when I think he’s gonna lose his mind and shoot all over my bed, he rasps, “Stop.”

I freeze, my fingers still lodged inside him. “What’s wrong?”

“I want … I want …” He breathes too heavy to get it out.

For a moment, I wonder if he’s asking me to fuck him. I’d do it for him, but I’d probably last a whole one point six seconds inside his insanely tight ass. It’s a snug fit for my fingers. My dick has no hope.

“Don’t wanna come yet,” he says, and I smile.

Guess he’s not so against edging after all.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go again,” I murmur and place slow kisses up his back.

He nods. “I’m good now.”

I don’t change anything—just continue to mouth his hot skin along his spine.

“I said I’m good.” His voice, so gravelly, makes my dick ache.

Instead of going back to massaging his prostate, I withdraw my fingers and go back to licking and teasing, using my hands to spread his cheeks apart so I can dive in.

Fuck, I wish I had more hands. I need to touch my cock. I need to touch his cock. There’s a whole lot of neediness that I can’t get to right now.