Cross the Line

I ground my hips against his. “You like that, huh?”

“I don’t know. But I like you.” His voice shook slightly, and my stomach flipped at his words. We were on the same page. It wasn’t only sexual chemistry between us. There was something more.

I waited until he lifted his head, and then I ran my tongue over his lip ring again, before kissing him. “You know I like you, right?”

Our eyes met, and he nodded slowly. “The way you haven’t been able to take your eyes off me since the first day we met was kind of a giveaway.” He smirked, and I leaned into him, tugging his earlobe between my teeth.

“What can I say? You’re easy on the eyes. You’ve got that hot bad-boy vibe going for you.”

“I am, and I do.”

“Arrogant, too.”

“Sometimes.”

We were both grinning by now, and the apprehension had disappeared from his eyes. After dropping a light kiss on his lips, I made a suggestion. “You want a shower? Start off slow.”

He frowned.

“A shower with me,” I clarified.

“Oh. Showering together is starting off slow, is it?” He nipped at my bottom lip.

“I’ve got a wet room.”

“Lead the way.”

Laughing at the enthusiasm in his voice, I pointed him towards my bathroom. “You go ahead and get the shower running. I’ll get some fresh towels.”

I took my time getting the towels and undressing, figuring I’d give him some space. I wasn’t sure how this was all going to play out, but I’d take my cues from him and go with it. We’d need to discuss things at some point, but not yet. Right now, I had a hot as fuck guy naked and wet in my shower, and he was waiting for me.

The glass separating the shower area from the rest of the bathroom was steamy, obscuring my vision, but what I could make out made my cock stir. As I rounded the side of the glass, I sucked in a harsh breath, my cock rising to full mast as I took in the most erotic sight I’d ever seen in my life.

Kian Courtland, all lean, hard, male perfection, head bowed under the shower spray, one hand planted on the wall, and the other fisting his erect cock.

He turned his head as I entered. Water plastered his dark hair to his head, running down his face. I followed the rivulets of water streaking down his body, over the sculpted muscles, through the light trail of hair leading down to his erection. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I ached for him.

“Fuuuuck, Golden Boy.” He licked his lips, his heated gaze raking over me. “Your body is insane.”

“Kian.” My groan echoed through the wet room. I crossed to him. “You’re—” I was speechless for the first time in my life. “You’re incredible,” I said eventually, reaching down between us and aligning my hardness with his. I wrapped my hand around both of our cocks, and he flexed his fingers under mine, stretching his hand to encompass my cock as well as his, following my direction.

“This feels amazing.” He stared down between us, his eyes heavy-lidded, his pupils blown, tracking our combined movements. The friction of his dick sliding against mine, and his hand on me, was the best kind of torture. If Kian’s rasping breaths were anything to go by, he was feeling the same.

“Yeah? You like that, huh?”

“Too much. I don’t know if I’m gonna last.” He looked up to meet my gaze, before inclining his head to kiss me. “You’re killing me here.”

A smile spread across my face. Releasing my grip, I stopped his movements with my hand. “Let’s slow it down. Turn around.”

“Turn around?” His voice was suddenly alarmed, and I smirked at him. Picking up the bottle of shower gel from the shelf, I waved it in the air. Relief broke across his face. “I thought…”

“I know what you thought. Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.” Gripping his shoulders, I turned him, directing him under the spray, and picked up a washcloth. I ran it over his back in slow, circular movements, taking my time.

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t want you to.” His low murmur was barely discernible over the sound of running water. “I might. I mean, I think I do. I need to work up to it, though.”

I stopped what I was doing and slid my arms around him. “Whatever you want.” My voice lowered as I pressed against him, my hard cock against his ass. “Your ass is spectacular. But I don’t have any expectations here. You’re in control, remember.”

He pushed his ass back into me, and I growled, nipping at his shoulder. “But right now, you’re really fucking tempting me.” I heard a low chuckle come out of him, the bastard. “You like being a cocktease, do ya?”