My own emotions, confusing and muddled but underscored by white-hot need and unceasing pleasure from his touch and lips.
“Spin.” He turned me toward the tiles, and I was powerless to do anything other than obey, letting him position me to his liking. I braced myself with my arms, hands spread against the cool wall like that could stop me from falling further under Ezra’s spell. He soaped my back with sure fingers digging into my tense muscles.
“Fuck. You feel amazing.”
“Ha. Just you wait.” He stepped closer, torso sliding against my slippery back, his cock brushing my ass, and his hands snaking around to rest on my chest and abs. He bumped his hips forward, cock shifting from the barest of contact to an insistent pressure against my ass cheeks.
“Uh.” My body shuddered, as much from the unfamiliar position as the eroticism of his touch. I didn’t get fucked. That simply wasn’t an urge I’d ever had, but suddenly, my body seemed to have a giant question mark at the prospect. However, I wasn’t about to put that on the table without protection, flippy sensations in my stomach not withstanding. And in any event, I wasn’t used to being held, and I tensed, suppressing a groan at how weirdly good it felt.
“Shh,” he soothed, lips tender against the back of my neck. “I’m not nearly patient enough to search out supplies to fuck. Just wanna go like this. Let me light you up.”
“Yeah.” Like I could do anything other than agree.
“Good. You feel incredible.” He thrust more deliberately against me, holding me tightly. His hand was splayed over my chest, and there was no way he could miss the hammering of my heart. Experimentally, I pushed back, meeting his motion, and he rewarded me with a low moan. “Fuck. Even your muscles have muscles. It’s like rubbing off against some kind of Greek god.”
“You spend a lot of time on Olympus?” I laughed, head tipping back onto his shoulder.
“You’re way funnier off duty.” He kissed my temple, the sweetness of the gesture making my eyes flutter shut.
“I’m never off duty.” I needed to figure out why Ezra alone seemed capable of inspiring my deepest truths.
“You should be.” His voice was surprisingly sympathetic, lips soft as he nibbled at my ear and neck.
“Maybe.” I stretched my neck, seeking more of the shivers his little bites kept inducing. And I couldn’t help but admit that he made ignoring responsibility fun as hell. He slid his hands lower, still holding me fast against him, toying with my nipple and dancing over my abs, stopping just shy of my aching cock. “Touch me, damn it.”
“Ask nicely.” Ezra raked his teeth along my neck, finding nerve endings I had no idea that I possessed. I was quickly becoming utterly obsessed with his teeth, anticipating where he might nip next and gasping each time he did.
“Please.” I squished my eyes shut harder, like that could block out my being reduced to begging. And worse, how very right every plea felt.
“That’s right,” Ezra crooned, one hand skating up to my neck and one lower to my straining cock. He was hard against me, every thrust lighting me up exactly like he’d promised. The water cascaded over us from both showerheads, filling my every sense with sex and Ezra. I was transformed into little more than a trembling neuron, and when he finally gripped my cock, I made an almost inhuman whimper.
Or maybe it was the most human I’d ever been. The most alive.
“Please.” I tried the word again, leaning into how good it felt to sag against Ezra, to beg and receive both his praise and touch. He jacked me slowly but with purpose, each stroke making me pant and inching me further away from the tight confines of my own head.
“That’s it. So good, Duncan” Ezra’s praise felt like warm honey and the way he said my name melted over me. Duncan, not Lieutenant or something else teasing, but my actual name, the one far too few people seemed to use. “Let go.”
“Yeah.” I was his to command in that moment. If he wanted me to let go, to ride the wave of him thrusting against my slick skin, holding me tighter than I’d ever been held, stroking me with authority, then by God, I was going to try. For him, I’d let go. For him, I’d fly.
A broken sound escaped my throat as he hummed his satisfaction, kissing and mouthing all along my neck and shoulders.
“God, yes. Let me hear you,” he demanded. His lips were almost too gentle now, the barest hint of his teeth playing with my inflamed nerve endings. His grip on my cock was sure and firm, but that wasn’t what I needed, what my body was craving, what I seemed to be on edge waiting for.