I winked. “But did it work?”
“Hmm. I don’t know.” He pretended to think about it as he grabbed my hand, leading us out of the gym and upstairs to one of the many bathrooms.
I was still sure there were way too many showers in Saph’s house, but at the same time they were all used and there was no denying that it was convenient to have so many options to go and… andshower.Just shower. Totally nothing else.
There was not a single thought but getting clean on my mind as Misha yanked his clothes off. There was not even an ounce of wickedness tainting the air as I stripped too and we both stumbled into the shower, lips clashing together long before the hot water turned steamy. And I was absolutely not hard as a fucking rock within seconds, nor was he.
We were fine. Totally, completely fine. Just in the shower doing shower things.
Okay, yeah. We were being wicked. But it was the best kind of way to be.
Misha pushed his fingers into my hair, grabbing a handful so he could move my head just the way he wanted.
“Be a good boy and get on your knees.” He pulled back from our kiss and recycled words I’d said to him before, face bursting with a smirk.
“How about no?” I shoved him against the cool tiled wall with laughter on my tongue. “Not unless you convince me.”
I was all for him being domineering. Honestly, it was kind of fun to see him act so differently to his day-to-day shyness. But I wasn’t Sapphire. I did not get off on being told what to do. If anything, it was the opposite, so it was only natural that I made Misha work for my submission just a bit with some pretty words or…
Or like what he was doing now. His slender hand wrapped around my cock, unable to make his fingers touch as he slowly slid his hand up and down. At the same time, he moved to my throat, teeth and lips leaving a handful of love bites behind. I shut my eyes and let my hands fall, no longer forcing him against the wall. Instead, I just stood there, feeling every ounce of pleasure as he made me finish far too quickly for just how filthy I wanted us to get.
But it was fine. I wasn’t done yet, and neither was he. If anything, by the time we had a quick wash and made it to his bedroom, I was ready to go again and this time I had no intention of finishing in his hand. I wanted more, and so did he. He’d been slowly edging toward it for weeks and now I wasn’t feeling like telling him no, out of the tiniest bit of concern about us going too fast. Instead, I was more than willing to finally listen to what he’d been silently asking for.
I pushed Misha back onto the bed, the dark covers mussing as he dropped his towel. He was still hard, and he instantly moved his own hand, wrapping around the base of his cock as I locked the bedroom door up.
“When you’re fucking our girl, you like being in control, right?” I asked as I headed back towards him, eyes firmly locked between his thighs.
He nodded. “Yeah. It’s… fun.”
“Do you want to do the same with me?” I crawled up the bed and over his body, knocking his hand out of the way so I could replace it with my own.
Misha closed his eyes, his lips parted, and he sighed. Or at least he sighed at first, but that quickly turned into a moan the more I moved, and I was practically shaking with the urge to make him moan more and make all sorts of pretty noises just for me to listen to.
“I don’t mind either. Sapphire is into that stuff which makes me like it more. But with you, I don’t think I would care if it was either way. I just like you touching me, and Ineedto touch you.” To emphasize his point, he shoved his hand between my thighs, reaching for me the same way I held him.
“Did you ever think about me touching you before?” The question blurted out before I could stop myself.
Misha froze, cheeks reddening again in that adorable way I loved.
“Sort of, yeah.” He muttered, as he tucked his face into my neck, kissing me between words, and his hand started moving again. “I used to dream about you a lot and then wake up and… and want to do stuff. Obviously, I didn’t realize what that meant for a while because apparently I have the self-awareness of a slug.”
“You had sex dreams about me?” I was touched. It was nice to know that I had such good game that I could even infiltrate hot guy’s subconsciousness. “How sweet – I like knowing you want me.”
“I do want you.” He let go of me as he bucked his hips against my hand, fucking me just as much as my hand fucked him. “I want all of you – I wantmore.”
Sharp, gasping pants between each word made it harder to hear, but I caught every word of his confession and instantly said, “There’s lube in the top drawer of the nightstand if you want it. It’s entirely up to you.”
He nodded, and I got to my feet, grabbing what we needed before I returned to the bed.
“So um…” I stared down at him as he spoke. “How does this work? What do I… I don’t want…”
Moving down to the bed, I curled up next to him, kissing him once before I said, “Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll tell you how we do it until you figure out what you like and want different.”
“I want to, um, to try… to try more. More than usual.” He muttered.
“Be specific, Mish.” I urged, smiling softly. “You know me, and you trust me. There’s no need for you to be nervous about anything because we’ll go slow, and we’ll talk it all through.”
Swallowing the butterflies down, he did as I asked.
