I nodded numbly, my brain misfiring as all the blood rushed to my throbbing cock.
“Let’s go.” He took hold of my hand, and we raced to our room. Anyone looking at the security cameras right now would be wondering where the fire was. In my pants, I thought, grinning.
After a gazillion steps, we finally unlocked the door and fell inside, my mouth on Sutton’s the instant we were in our space. Teeth, tongues, and desperation, our kiss was frantic, messy, and hot enough to be combustible.
“Shower.” It took an effort to push the word out, but then we were moving, straight for the en suite, tearing at our clothes, stumbling to kick our sneakers off.
“Your bandage,” he gasped out, mouth against mine.
“Don’t care,” I garbled. A wet bandage was the last thing I cared about.
Finally, blissfully naked, we toppled into the shower, a mess of limbs, somehow keeping each other upright so we didn’t fall on our asses. I chuckled when Sutton whacked his shoulder in the enclosed space and cursed.
“This shower needs to be at least five times bigger.” The words were mumbled against my shoulder, the now warm spray wetting our skin.
“I am a big guy,” I sassed, thrusting my hips against him.
A snorted laugh was his response before he cupped my dick. “That you are.”
The witty response didn’t manage to fall from my lips, not when he squeezed like that and moved his hand in strong, sure strokes. Instead, I grunted. The sound was loud and downright filthy, full of need and impatience.
I wanted it all. To shoot my load but for this to last forever. For Sutton to kiss me, possess me, and never stop. To suck me so hard, it would feel like he was extracting every part of me that mattered.
“I want you.” It was all I could manage, unable to grasp exactly what I needed from this man right now.
“You’ve got me.”
Fuck if I didn’t like the sound of that. The words pushed me to take action. “Fuck this. Need you on the bed so we can suck each other’s brains out.”
The smirk he shot me was sinful, full of dirty promises. “Hold that thought.”
I groaned when he grabbed the shower gel, rubbed it over my body, paying careful attention to my cock and balls. Unable to resist, I thrust into his hand, willing my hips to listen to reason. “Stop,” I grunted. “I want your mouth.”
He chuckled as he eased off and quickly lathered himself up and washed away the suds.
“Fucking hell, could you be any slower?” I complained, earning me a pinch on the ass.
“You’re sexy when you’re all sweaty, but you don’t want to be anywhere near my ball sac after my workout.”
I laughed. “Then my tastebuds appreciate the sentiment and you being such a gentleman.”
“I can assure you there are absolutely no gentlemanly thoughts firing through my brain.”
I quirked my brow at him and turned off the shower, impatient with the wait. “Prove it.”
And holy sweet-scented cock did he.
In no time at all, I was flat on my back with Sutton’s dick in my mouth, on the verge of going cross-eyed with how he sucked and lapped at me.
On top of me, his weight on the right side of perfect, I groaned as I squeezed his ass cheek and pulled him a little deeper. He moaned around me, the sound causing a vibration and a tingle at the base of my spine.
This was all too fucking fast, too good.
I wanted it to last forever, stay this way, top to tail, and give each other such pleasure I could barely see straight. But then, all I could actually see was a close-up view of his balls. They were so tempting this close.
I released his dick with a pop. Once again he moaned around me, and I didn’t hold back the shiver at the sensation. Somehow, I stayed on mission and drew one ball in my mouth, appreciating so much they were super smooth. I sucked gently before moving onto the second, aware his thighs shook, and he was rocking.
Putting him out of misery, I wrapped my lips back around his sensitive head, licking and sucking before taking him deeper. He mirrored the action, and my hips jerked of their own volition.
