“Sore?” he asked.
“Not bad.”
A pause, then, “Not bad for you, or not bad for normal people?”
I couldn’t help the little huff I made. “Me,” I answered him.
“Can I help?”
I looked back over my shoulder. “You could rub my back…” I suggested, going for something that at least leaned in the direction of sultry, although I wasn’t exactly the type to pull it off.
“Don’t we have to go meet Helen?” he asked, although I saw that he’d already stripped off his shirt and was working on his shorts. I smiled.
“I can be quick,” I replied, ducking my head back under the spray. “Can you?”
It was a challenge he’d always been more than willing to take on. Today was no exception.
I heard the door open behind me, then almost immediately felt his calloused hands on my hips, followed by his cheek and nose nuzzling up against my upper spine.
“God, I love you,” he murmured into my skin, and his hands slid around my hips until one closed around my hardening cock. “I love your skin. I love your cock. I love your ass.” He emphasized that by pressing his erection against the body part in question.
I bent farther forward, pressing back into him.
He let out a soft sound, then reached down, toying with my balls from behind me, his other hand still working my cock. Then he reached around me to the wall-mounted body wash dispenser, taking a handful.
Then he slid his hard length between my thighs, tight up against me so that the head pressed against my sac. His hand pressed the outside of my thigh, encouraging me to press together around him. He was slick from the body wash, and the feeling of him pressing and sliding against my balls and along the sensitive skin beneath made me shudder.
His hand sped up, stroking me quickly, almost roughly, and I pressed my hands against the plastic liner of the shower wall, pushing back against him, encouraging him.
“That’s it, baby. Let me make you come.”
His hand on me felt good, but it was the rough, breathy command that sent a jolt of electricity through me. He squeezed, then ran his thumb over the head of my cock, water and precum wetting the tip. I could feel him rutting against me, his heavy cock between my thighs, rubbing a tingling line below my balls as he thrust his hips forward.
I let out a soft moan, wanting to give myself over to his hand and the friction of his cock, but also wanting him to get as much pleasure out of this as I was. “El?—”
“Come for me, baby,” he breathed.
“I—I want you—” His hand was making it hard for me to formulate words.
Elliot growled softly into the skin of my back, his hips thrusting harder. “Then come for me, baby.”
I let myself do nothing but feel, his hand, his cock, the faint tickle of the warm water as it rushed over my skin. I felt my stomach tighten, my balls drawing up as Elliot let out a grunting moan, his hips and hand both moving faster, harder, until I let out a gasping breath, cum pumping out of me and coating Elliot’s fingers. A few more thrusts and I felt heat against my inner thigh as Elliot’s orgasm pulsed out of him.
He rested his cheek against my back. “Okay?” he asked, softly.
“Better than okay,” I answered, my legs trembling a little and the air slightly thin in my lungs. I sucked in deep breaths, although it was hard to get a full lungful with the steam from the shower.
Elliot reached around me and filled his hand with more body wash, then began washing my back.
“I can shower, El,” I told him.
“So can I,” he replied. “Let me?”
I let him.
Somehow,we managed to not be horrifically late for breakfast with Helen Hill, probably because Elliot drove too fast. He’d also bought flowers for Helen to go with a half-dozen bags of coffee beans.
I sat in the passenger seat, my body more relaxed than my mind, thanks to Elliot’s shower ministrations. I was still a churning mess of anxiety inside, but at least I wasn’t holding that tension in my back and shoulders. As much.
