As he sucks on my lower lip, he gives my dick a nice, long jerk that makes my skin sizzle and my balls tighten.
I break the kiss. “Holy fuck. Give a man a second or two.”
A cheeky grin is his answer. “Did I misunderstand? Do you not want to come ridiculously hard in my hand?” he asks, sounding insanely sexy and James Bond-like to my American ears.
Adrenaline spins higher, gripping me.
“Want you to come too,” I say, then I reach for that fantastic dick, take him in hand, and play with him.
But I slow the pace since I’m not going to shoot too soon. I grip his shaft, slide along it, my other hand getting in on the action, fondling his balls. Hunter groans, then slams a hand against the wall by my side, his other hand still working me.
His face falls onto my neck, and he’s moaning loudly, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I didn’t know it was possible to murmur and moan with an accent, but it’s possible, and it’s ten times hotter.
As we play with each other, I let myself get lost in the moment—the heat of the shower, the feel of his firm body, the dirty sounds of our pleasure.
Then, I kiss a path along his jawline to his ear. “How do you want this? Want to rub off on me? Suck my dick?” I take a beat to offer him one more thing. “Fuck me now?”
Hunter pulls back, his brown eyes sparkling. Yeah, I pegged him for wanting to top, and I’m right. But I also want to save that, so I don’t give him a chance to answer yet. “Although I’d rather do that later tonight.”
There. That’s not too much. That’s casual. Sex is casual.
He nods savagely. “Yes, I want that. Later, please.” He swallows roughly, and I love that please. So much. His eyes stray from me momentarily, probably hunting for lube. “But for now . . .”
“Over there,” I say.
Hunter finds the bottle quickly on the shower shelf, then drizzles some on his palm. I watch his every move—my body eager for him to return.
His dark eyes pin me as he sets the bottle down on a shelf behind me, then crowds me up against the wall again—his staggered breath and the pounding stream of the shower are the only sounds.
Until he grasps my dick again, and I let out a ridiculously loud moan, tip my head back, and close my eyes.
And I indulge.
Pretty sure he wants me like this. Taking what he gives.
“Fuck yes,” I moan. Loudly. Insanely loudly.
“Don’t be quiet, Nate,” he commands as he strokes, his fingers twisting torturously around the head of my cock.
“Can’t be quiet,” I all but yell as he slides his fist back down to the base, then coasts his palm between my thighs, grabbing my balls, giving them a good tug.
My breath stutters. “Yes,” I say, urging him on.
Hunter’s hand takes a long tour of my shaft, gripping me nice and tight, then loose and teasing.
And soon, I’m panting harder, my thighs shaking.
My eyes fly open, and I laser in on his mouth, then kiss him hard and a little ferociously as my hand seeks his dick. I stroke him as he strokes me.
And like that, we kiss and jerk.
It’s hot and wild. Electricity crackles in my veins as I stroke his thick cock, reading his cues, then finding just the right grip and rhythm he likes. His shudders and moans guide me on. When we’re both close, I reach for the lube, coat my palm, and swat his hand off my cock.
I take us both in my hand.
“I got this,” I tell him as I squeeze and stroke.
A sexy fuck falls from his lips. With his palms braced on the wall behind me, Hunter pumps into my hand.
“Yeah, give it to me,” I say, working my hand in a frenzy, jerking us together, our slicked cocks rubbing against each other in the best of ways.
His breathing hastens, his hips swivel, and our dicks enjoy the hell out of the company.
“Yes, fucking yes,” he groans, and his noises tell me we’re there.
Pleasure slams into me. My whole body lights up as I take us over the edge. I come hard, and he comes harder, our releases coating my palm and, soon, the shower floor.
It’s so fucking hot. I’m buzzed—lit up head to toe.
And my God, I want to do it again and again with him. Everything.
I rinse my hand, then grab his beautiful face and kiss him. He’s panting, breathing hard, but he reciprocates, kissing me, gentle and slow. It’s a dizzying kiss since I’m still floating on an orgasm high, my veins humming with bliss.
When he pulls away, his lush lips curve into a grin. “Yes, you’re very good with your hands.” He lifts my hand, brings it to his mouth, and presses a kiss on my palm. Wow. I don’t think anyone has ever kissed my hand like that. Or that I’d like it so much. But I do. Especially when he adds, “And I see what you mean about the bonus.”