“Tell. Them.”
I gasped with discomfort, trying to wipe the shampoo and water from my eyes and get myself together. I’d do anything to get Luke to let go.
“It’s me!” I shouted out.
Luke squeezed harder.
“Ow. Fuck!”
“Your name, stupid. Tell them your name.”
Oh God, the pain. Make it stop. “It’s Jensen!”
Luke relaxed his grip, and I shuddered, leaning against the tiled wall.
“Why is the door braced shut?”
“It’s Ben,” Luke said quietly.
“I wanted some privacy,” I replied loudly, voice betraying me by wobbling several octaves.
Luke gave me a thumbs up and dived back on my cock.
“Okay. Fine. But don’t stay in there too long. Some of us want showers too.”
I grabbed Luke’s shoulders. “Stop. You have to stop, or I’m going to come,” I whispered.
Luke pulled his mouth off me and stood, turning off the shower and grabbing a towel.
“Not before I get my cock into you.” He threw the towel at me. “Here. Dry off. Go into the changing stall over there when you’re done.”
I stared at Luke. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you, cowboy. If you don’t want me to, you’d better leave right now. I won’t follow you.”
I watched Luke dry himself off, wiping the towel over his junk and swiping it between his thighs.
Yeah, I wasn’t going anywhere.
I walked slowly over to the stall Luke had indicated and stepped into it. I stared at the tiled wall and waited.
“Up on the bench, cowboy.”
Instead of obeying, I turned to glance behind me.
Luke stood in the entrance to the stall, his eyes feasting on me as he stroked his erection.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” I said.
“Sure, I can. It’s up to you whether or not you do what I say.”
“If I don’t?”
“Then I won’t fuck you, and you can take your ready-to-bust nut to bed for a very long night.”
He stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. His gentle touch startled me after those harsh commands. He stroked softly over my shoulder and glided his hand down my back and over my ass, almost reverently.
His voice—low and private—conveyed all his intentions. “But if you do as you’re told and kneel up on this bench,” he murmured, gliding his fingers lightly along the top of my ass, “I will give you exactly what you need. What you want. You know it, and I know it.”
