The remainder of the drive to the house felt like an eternity. When we finally arrived, I practically threw myself from Colton’s truck and determinedly made my way to the door. I was sliding my key into the slot when I felt Colton press up behind me, his breath puffing over my neck as he laughed against my skin.
“Someone’s excited.”
I nodded, pushing through to the cool threshold, and turned back to him. “I’m not even going to pretend otherwise, either.”
Colton let out another amused huff as he shut the door behind him. When he turned back around, he held his hand out to me.
“First, let’s go take a shower.” He tilted his head in the direction of his room.
“Together?” I clarified.
He nodded. “If you’re okay with that. We don’t have to.”
I slid my fingers through his, taking the offered invitation. “No, I’d like to.” I swallowed heavily. There was something so intimate about sharing a shower, but oddly I craved these kinds ofmoments with Colton just as much as the carnal ones.
We made our way into his bathroom. It was pretty minimalist in style, aside from the dark green accent wall and blackfixtures which stood out against the white tiles and stone counter top. The shower itself had a large square shower head, with a black-and-white tile design, and looked big enough that we both could comfortably fit.
Colton got the water going before turning back to me. In some silent acknowledgement, we both began to undress, our eyes locked on each other as one by one every article of clothing was removed.
When we were both naked, Colton checked the temperature before motioning me inside and shutting the glass door behind us.
He positioned me into the warm spray and the moment it hit my skin, I realized how sticky with sweat I’d been. Colton pulled me out of the water slightly before pumping a few squirts of his body wash into his hand, lathering it up, and began to run the suds over my chest and arms. His eyes followed the lines he made over my skin. Between realizing I’d smell like him and the way he carefully washed me, I felt like I was going to melt to the floor. I was caught between desperately turned on and overwhelmed with tender affection.
I stood there, somewhat unsure of how to reconcile those waring sensations as Colton squatted to work over my lower body.
He purposely avoided my still aching erection, fingers grazing over every other inch of skin while he cleaned me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my ragged breathing and racing heart. God, I was a fucking mess.
Colton stood again a few moments later, rotating me and slowly going over my back. When he reached my ass, my breathing hitched and I let out a muffled grunt. My skin was on fire as he pressed against me, one hand roughly gripping at the globe of my ass.
“Soon, baby.” He whispered against my ear. “Let me get you clean.”
One arm snaked around my waist, fisting at my cock while the other trailed fingers into my crack.
The resounding moan that tore from me was guttural, echoing off the tiles around us. My head fell back, resting against Colton’s shoulder at the intoxicating feel of his hand around my dick.
My hips rocked, needing some relief from what felt like an eternity of waiting. Colton immediately removed his hand, teeth grazing over my neck.
“Ah, ah. I’m cleaning you.” His voice was gravely and had that commanding edge to it. I let out a pathetic whimper as my belly clenched.
“Colton…” My own voice was barely audible over the running water.
His fingers slid further down my crack, the nerve endings lighting up when he reached my hole. I couldn’t control the groan that came from the contact as Colton rubbed and pressed against the puckered flesh.
His hand wrapped back around my dick, moving in long, slow movements up and down the shaft as he continued to deliberately tease me.
Just when I thought I would combust, Colton maneuvered me back under the warm spray, thoroughly washing away the suds. I let out a sigh of relief, oddly proud I’d made it through his ministrations without coming all over the shower floor.
I was attempting to trade places with him and scheming up my own ways to repay the favor when I was pressed roughly against the cool shower tiles. Warmth bloomed in my chest as Colton’s weight pressed against my back.
“You’re going to keep your hands on the tile the entire time. Don’t touch your dick.” There was no room for argument or questioning in the statement. I nodded, resting my forehead against the wall, hands flat, as Colton’s fingers trailed down my sides.
Mybreathing hitched as my ass cheeks were spread apart, a wave of air making me feel exposed and alive all at once. When hot breath fanned over my hole, I grunted in surprise, pulling my hips back.
Colton’s fingertips pressed tightly into the globes of my ass.
“Stay still.” He growled before a warm, wet sensation lit up every nerve ending in my body.
“Shiiit.” I groaned, rolling my forehead back and forth against the tile as Colton’s tongue laved over me. Every lick and press against my hole had pleasure like I never known rolling through me.
