Page 82 of Bi-Partisan

Jesus Christ. My cock twitches, desperate for some sort of stimulation—and I’m pretty sure I let out some sort of whine as he gently nips at my skin with his teeth.

“But I could fuck your thighs,” he continues.

I find myself eagerly nodding. “Yes, that, please,” I say, only a little embarrassed at how needy it sounds.

“Brace yourself on the tile and press your thighs together for me.”

The command is gentle, but it sends a zip up my spine, regardless. Okay, I’ll be tucking that away for later.

I peel myself away from his chest and position myself as he said, even crossing one ankle over the other to keep my thighs tighter together for him.

His hand settles on my shoulder, then slides down my back as he presses himself behind me. “That’s good. Are you ready?”

A soft moan escapes my lips. “Yeah, darlin’.”

I feel his fingers on the back of my thigh as he positions himself, then a warm hand on my hip bone.

“Just let me know if you want me to stop, okay?” he says.

“I will,” I promise.

Then he presses his hips forward. He moans as he sinks into the space between my thighs, and I can’t help shuddering.

“Okay?” he asks, nosing behind my ear.

I nod. “Keep going.”

It’s a little weird, an entirely new feeling I can’t really relate to any past sexual experiences. But I try to relax and welcome the feeling as he starts to thrust against me. He’s slow at first, but picks up the speed after a moment, and I feel the first spark of pleasure up my spine as his hard length drags against my balls. Then his hand snakes around my front to grip my cock, and I groan.

His lips find the shell of my ear as he moans in response. “God, you feel so good.”

I whine as he flicks his wrist the way he knows I love. “Adrian.”

“That’s right, baby. Give yourself over to it.”

His breath ghosts across my skin, adding to the layers of sensory input I’m experiencing right now. I close my eyes, giving myself over to it like he said. I take in the water pelting against my side. His one hand on my hip, holding me in place as he fucks my thighs, and the other working over my cock. His breath tickling my neck as he continues to whisper praises in my ear.

I just let myself bask in the feelings.

My orgasm creeps up without warning. One second, I’m floating, then the next, I’m falling over a cliff I didn’t even know I was near. With a surprised gasp, I spill over his hand, painting the tile in front of me. My body trembles as I sag against him. Behind me, he lets out a murmur of surprise, but his hand never falters as he works me through it. When I’ve recovered enough, he pulls his hand back to grip my other hip, holding me still as he speeds the snap of his hips.

With a still trembling hand, I reach back, covering one of his hands with my own, and a second later, he comes with a moan. I feel his warm release trickle down my thighs as he pants against my neck. I squirm a little, and he chuckles.

“Yeah, come running down your thighs is always a weird feeling. Here—“ He kisses the back of my neck, then turns me around so I’m more under the spray.

Now that I’m no longer facing the wall, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a proper kiss. He molds himself against me, humming into the kiss for a beat before breaking it.

“So, was that—“

“Amazing,” I say, cutting him off. “Ten out of ten would definitely do again.”

He laughs, fondly shaking his head. “Me, too.”

“But now, I want to cuddle horizontally. And while dry,” I add.

“We didn’t actually wash ourselves, though,” he points out.

“Honestly, I kind of just wanted a rinse—and maybe some shower sex,” I say, earning another laugh. “I’m just going to have to shower again in the morning before heading into the office.”

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