“What else do you want?” Levity caressed his words, completely in contrast with the heat in his eyes.
I swallowed hard, gaze trailing down his perfect body. “My mouth on your ass. You riding my tongue.”
“Nngh.” His body trembled, and I took that as my cue.
With long strides, I was behind him, on my knees, removing his hand and spreading his cheeks open.
“Holy fuck. Yes, that. You can do whatever the fuck you want,” he garbled.
Heart stuttering, I licked a line from his balls, across his taint, until I reached his hole. As soon as I made contact with his pucker, he shivered. When I latched on, giving open-mouthed kisses, he gasped. And then I went to fucking town.
I devoured him. Feasted on his soap-scented hole that tasted of watermelon lube. Beneath that was everything that was uniquely Pearce—my favorite taste of all.
Tongue probing, his hole loosening, I focused on working him up to the point he’d be begging. From the grunts and groans and the way he clawed at the shower wall with one hand and clamped his other on my head, it wouldn’t take long.
But I was in no rush.
Tonight really had been a whirlwind, and his team’s enthusiasm had sent my head spiraling a little, but at the center of it all was their devotion to Pearce. To my man. The thought was grounding.
“Eddie,” he gasped. “Need your dick.”
I chuckled against his ass, earning me a grunt and a shiver.
“Did you just laugh in my ass?” The words were gasped and filled with incredulous amusement.
The only way to respond was to chuckle again, pressing my lips against him. Another groan pulsed out of Pearce.
“Seriously. Dick in my ass.”
With one last kiss, I eased away, taking my time to kiss his cheeks, then up his back, settling with my mouth on his neck. “When’s your CK shoot?” I asked around my kisses.
Giving me better access, he angled his neck. “Thursday.”
I grunted, weighing up the likelihood of a hickey disappearing by then. With the way I was worked up, it was unlikely I’d go easy on him, so I pulled back. “Next time,” I murmured against his skin.
Without seeing his face, I knew he was grinning when he said, “Pretty desperate to mark me up, huh?”
“Yeah.” And I didn’t even care that it made me feel ridiculously like a teenager either.
Turning his face toward me, he smiled, eyes sparkling. “After the shoot, you can mark me wherever you want.”
My cock twitched against his ass. At the movement, he pushed against me, back tight against my chest.
“Anywhere?” I teased.
He narrowed his amused gaze. “Not on my head.”
I quirked my brow.
“Well, that head, go for it.” He rubbed his ass against my cock. “But my forehead or face.”
“Deal.” I angled for a kiss, capturing his mouth with mine while trailing my hand over his skin and reaching for my cock. “Lean forward,” I instructed, pulling away from the kiss.
Complying immediately, I swiped more of the watermelon lube he kept in the shower, slathered up, and positioned at his entrance. I slid right home. The combination of his fingers and my tongue working their magic had opened him perfectly.
I grunted but didn’t pause, didn’t wait for him to adjust. I knew what Pearce needed. Had known from the moment I found him finger-fucking himself. My hips moved, smooth glides in and out of his tight channel. With each entry, he clamped around me, almost begging me to let loose, trying to draw my orgasm out of me.
But not yet. I wanted all the moments with this man. Wanted to cherish every cry and plea. Above all, I wanted to wring him dry and watch his cum paint the shower walls.
