The toilet flushed and I heard water running, then Shane opened the door but stood looking over his shoulder, not stepping out. “This place is crazy. Look at that shower.”
I moved up closer. “Yeah. One of the selling points for me when I picked this house.”
“I’ve never been in something like that.” Shane gestured. “Like, how many showerheads does it have? You could fit my folks’ whole bathroom in the stall.”
“You want to try it out? We could shower together.” I liked that idea. I could give him something all those men he’d fucked once never did. I was okay in bed but I didn’t claim a monster dick or any brilliant technique. But hell, if he liked a shower, I could deliver an awesome one.
Although seeing Shane naked wouldnotcalm my stupid dick down.I wonder if he’d go for a cold shower.
Shane pivoted toward the glass-walled stall. “Seriously? Hell, yeah! I’m not knocking the safety shower at the wine place, but hot water would be something.”
No cold shower then.I’d mostly been joking, and I wanted Shane to have whatever he liked. “As hot as you want, short of first-degree burns.”
“What does that round thing at the top do?” He pointed at the rainfall showerhead.
“I’ll show you. Once I pee and we get naked.”
“I like this idea.” He edged over by the counter and turned his back on me to pull off his sneakers and socks.
I’d pissed in enough public bathrooms not to be shy. I closed the door, locking us in the well-lit, intimate space, used the toilet, washed my hands at the sink, and turned. And almost swallowed my tongue. Shane naked was even hotter than Shane in clothes. He was built lean and probably needed another fifteen pounds, but what there was came toned and slim and long, including his dick. He had an untidy nest of dark-blond pubes and a thick treasure trail that led up to lighter fur across his flat belly and pecs, enough to push into otter territory. His thighs and calves showed the benefits of walking everywhere. He had narrow feet with slender toes…
Shane snapped his fingers at me. “Come on, this isn’t a one-way show. Get naked.”
I could do that. I wasn’t vain, but I’d never had complaints about my looks. I stripped quickly, folding my clothes on the top of the vanity. Shane gave his crumpled heap a quick glance and jerked his chin up, raising an eyebrow as he checked me out. “Not bad for a rich boy.” He twirled a finger. “Let me see everything.”
Protesting Shane taking charge would only slow down getting where I wanted to be. Anyhow, I liked it, my cock hardening more at the confident command in his voice. I did a slow pivot and stopped facing him again, chin up, a hand on my hip. I’d long ago learned to flaunt what I had and pretend to be confident even when I wasn’t. That attitude was easy with one-night stands who didn’t matter, but I cared what Shane thought.
He grinned. “That’s one world-class ass of your own.”
More squats than I care to admit, on top of the physical labor of my job.My body had been what first interested Rob, and even after we split, even after the money began coming in, I hadn’t felt secure enough to let myself go. I was glad now, seeing the appreciation in Shane’s eyes. “Thanks. I still get my hands dirty doing the work.”
“Then maybe we should get clean.” He nodded to the shower, but eased back to let me enter first.
I stepped in and gestured. “Come here.” Turning on the water, I felt for temperature while adjusting the controls. “This is the rain-shower.” I flipped the lever to send the hot water cascading from above in a gentle downpour.
“Fuck. Really is like rain.” Shane eased past me to stand under the flow. His hair quickly soaked flat and dark, plastered across his face, and he swept it back, closing his eyes and tilting his head so the drops hit his cheeks and chin. “Warm rain. This is awesome. All rain should be like this.”
How many times has he stood in cold rain?I watched the water run down Shane’s body, rivulets outlining the lean planes of his muscles, then grabbed some bodywash from the built-in dispenser. “Turn around.” My voice had gone gruffer than usual. “I’ll wash your back.”
“Mm, personal service. Could get used to that.” He pivoted.
I smoothed the soap across his shoulders, watching the suds run down his back and divide around his ass. The scent of citrus and mint rose in the damp air, and I thought I’d never smell this bodywash again without thinking about this moment, and this man. Trailing my fingers down the long lines of his back, over tiny scars and imperfections and lean, tight muscles, I inhaled, setting the mix of fragrance and man deep in my memory.
When I reached the small of his back, I slowed my touch. Shane didn’t have the bubble-butt that I maintained so carefully, but I had no complaints about what I saw. Gradually, so he had time to object if he wanted to, I slid my hands lower until my palms cupped his ass cheeks. He made a low sound, almost a groan, and pushed back into my hands.
“Here,” I said, taking his wrist. “Have some soap. You can get your front.” I held his hand under the dispenser and pumped a dollop into his palm.
“Better idea. You turn around.” Shane pushed my shoulder and I rotated obediently.
His hands on my upper arms made me shiver. His fingers sliding soap into my pits made me giggle and writhe.
“Ticklish?” He pressed his chest close against my back. I could feel his dick was as hard as mine. “Could make life interesting.” His husky murmur made me want to drop to my knees right there and take him in my mouth.
I fought for some kind of control. “You tickle me on purpose and I’ll knee you in the nuts.”
“Ooh. Threats. Scary man.” Shane nipped my earlobe, making me shiver. I wanted his mouth on mine.
Turning, I fisted my hand in his hair, pulled his head toward me, and kissed him. Closed lips at first, with the water running between our faces. Then he eased us sideways out of the heaviest flow and deepened the kiss. My knees shook and I clutched at his arm to stay upright, opening to his probing tongue. He nipped my lip, sucked away the sting, then grabbed the back of my head and took my mouth again.
