His mouth is on me before I can say another word, his hands roaming my body before I can beg him to touch me again; his erection presses against mine, moving in search of contact, friction, relief.
“Sean… God, Sean…” he breathes onto my neck, onto my collarbone, his hands grabbing at my arse. He squeezes, his nails digging into my flesh. I can feel his scalding breath mixing with the steam of the water, melting away any anxiety before it can touch us.
He moves his hands down my hips and along my torso; he takes my face in his hands, his body pushing me against the wall as his mouth undoes me in every way possible, so that no one else after him will ever be able to have or even hope to have a part of me for themselves.
He lets go of my face, his mouth marking its territory on my skin from this lifetime into the next. My head is pressed against the wall, my eyes closed, my senses abandoned to him. He takes my hands and brings them above my head, his fingers woven into mine, keeping me still. His erection pushes against my own desperately, hungrily. I feel on the brink of giving up everything just to gain a tiny portion of him in return.
“Do you want me to fuck you again, Sean? Please, say yes. Tell me you want me again.”
I nod in ecstasy.
Eric spins me around, my hands on the cold tiles, my forehead resting against them. His fingers trail down my back, and I feel him kneel down behind me. His breathing is heavy, his mouth playing with me, teasing me, challenging me; it brings me to the precipice, almost making me lose my senses. His tongue moves inside me, frenetic, sensual, exciting, his hands keeping me open for him, pressing against my arse. I push my hips back, asking for more, and Eric growls, moving his tongue even deeper into me. My knees give in, my hands sliding down the tiles; but before I can drop to the floor, Eric grabs me and keeps me standing.
He holds me close, his chest against my back, his mouth kissing my skin slowly, gently.
“My head is spinning,” I admit, still in his arms.
Eric turns me slowly around. “Is the water too hot? Do you want me to…?”
I shake my head. “It’s you.”
He smiles.
“You’re… You’re really fucking me over.”
He smiles cheekily. “I haven’t actually started fucking you, yet.”
“Good to know…”
Eric laughs, then kisses me again.
“I could take you away from here, lay you down on the bed and…”
“And…?” I ask, anxious.
“And suck you off until you’re senseless.”
My legs start to give way again, but Eric is ready to hold me up in his strong arms.
“And then…”
“There’s a ‘then’?!”
“Then I’ll fuck you until there’s no trace of any other man in your mind.”
He studies my eyes intensely, terrified I’m about to take a step back.
I could tell him there’s no need to be scared; but I’m not an idiot.
“What do you say, Sean? Do you want me to fuck you until you can’t remember ever being fucked by anyone else?”
I swallow down my past, the ashes of my broken heart, the fear of never being enough; my insecurity and my hesitancy. I smile, like an idiot, like a man who has just fallen hopelessly in love.
Someone who’s utterly fucked.
Someone who has no intention of hiding that fact any longer.
“Permission granted.”
