Page 56 of Nailing Studs

I was surprised when instead of leading me to the bedroom, Taylor instead brought me to the main bathroom. When we walked into the bathroom, I saw all the work they’d done.

“Holy hell, you really did a number on this place,” I marveled. A new sink and toilet had been installed, the walls had been painted a soft dove grey, and lily-white wainscoting lined the walls. The white tile surrounding the shower had been bleached and now gleamed, and a glass shower door replaced the old curtain. Best of all, the boys had put in a new shower system.

Taylor pulled open the glass door and flicked on the shower. Warm water sluiced down from the new overhead rain shower. Pulling his shirt off, he kicked the bathroom door shut behind me.

“I need a shower after working all day, and you…well, you need to learn there’s an endless well of happiness in your immediate future. Come on, sweetheart, get naked and help me baptize this room.”

I did the same as him, kicking off my clothes. Once we were in the renovated shower, Taylor wrapped his arms tight around me, letting out a long sigh as the water cascaded over us, washing off the remnants of the day. I looked down at our feet, together in the swirling water, and felt safer than I had in a long time. It was so nice to come home to this.

He scooped me up and pressed me against the wall behind us. I stretched one leg out to prop myself up on the shampoo stand low on the wall and wondered if he’d had this kind of thing in mind. I hooked my other leg around his, and his fingers sank into my ass. Grinning into the kiss, we started to make out in the building steam.

The warmth of the water made my muscles more supple. I took advantage of the change, twisting and turning my body around him and spreading my legs wide. I could already feel him growing hard against me, and I realized we hadn’t brought a condom in here.

“Umm,” I murmured. “We don’t have any…”

“Don’t need one. There’s plenty more we can do,” he reminded me. Keeping me pinned to the wall, he slid down my body.

Hands lifting my hips high, he nuzzled down between my legs and kissed along the inside of my thigh. The water cascaded over the front of my body, my nipples hardening at the change in temperature. He kissed softly up my thigh as the shower sprayed like rainwater on my skin. I loved his gentle mouth on my body, the sensation enough to make me moan out loud. I didn’t even care if Dominic could hear me. It didn’t matter anymore. In fact, I knew hearing the sound wouldn’t bother Dominic—he’d love it, because he’d be happy when I was happy. He’d probably get turned on, too, even though I’d pinned Taylor as the voyeuristic one.

“Mmm.” I tipped my head back and pressed my lips together as he worked further up. The white noise of the water pouring over his body was so sexy, a reminder that this bare-naked man had snuck off at the end of his work day to do this to me.

Finally, he reached my pussy and my body tingled with anticipation. My leg propping me up trembled, but Taylor pushed my thighs as far apart as they would go, holding them in place. He brushed his mouth back and forth against my pussy, teasing me.

“I hate you so much right now,” I grumbled.

He grinned, glancing up at me, droplets heavy on his lashes. “Sure you do.” Finally, he extended his tongue and drew soft, slow circles around my clit. The water acted as lubricant, making his mouth feel all the more intense, and as he flattened his tongue out and began to move faster across my entire pussy, it was all I could do not to let out a cry I knew would alert Dominic.

I couldn’t get enough of the pattern of the water that tumbled over his strong back, the way it carved a line across the muscles of his spine and down over his ass and his legs. The view served to turn me on even more. Taylor was a beautiful man. I ran my hands through his hair, pushing the damp strands back from his head and watching him as he ate me out. The relief of knowing he’d been here for me when I got home, taking care of me, dropping everything just to tend to me, was more than I could handle.

Then his talented tongue hit a sweet spot, and I shuddered. “Holy crap, Taylor,” I murmured.

He pulsed his tongue against me, starting slow and gentle and building up the pace until it was practically an all-out assault on my pussy. His tongue moved rapidly from side to side, flicking over my outer lips, then focusing back on my clit. The water sprinkled around us, pouring over my body, adding an extra layer of sensation. I ran my hands over my own breasts since Taylor was otherwise engaged. And suddenly the sensation of Taylor’s tongue and my own hands pushed me over the edge.

I came against his mouth, hard and fast.

The pleasure was intense, starting at a pinpoint and radiating out to consume every inch of my body, and every time I thought it was over, it extended even more. Even when my toes had frozen in the curled position and I couldn’t breathe anymore, Taylor didn’t pull his mouth away, didn’t relent, didn’t stop even for a moment, until my climax became so intense I swear I almost passed out.

Taylor came up for air, looking up at me, his lips parted and face damp, but I could only slither out of his arms and slump to the floor of the shower. He smiled and hovered over me to give me a kiss but I couldn’t move. I was spent—completely spent.

He stood, pulling me up with him, then before I could catch my breath, he had me pinned against the wall of the shower as the water continued to pour over us. The tremors from the orgasm finally began to fade away. I tugged his hair, nudging his head away from me so I could look into his eyes. I felt his cock pushing up against my hip, and I had every intention of doing something about it. I was already hungering to get between his legs the same way he had just done to me.

I kissed his mouth and quickly worked my way down. He groaned with pleasure as I started my journey. I kissed his neck, his taut chest, his ripped stomach, that line where his hip traced down into his groin, and finally found myself on my knees in front of him, that beautiful cock of his mine, all mine.

I took his cock into my hand, stroking it a couple of times, reminding myself of how it felt. I traced my tongue over his cock head, the water rendering him sweet and tasty, then guided him deeper into my mouth, inch by inch.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. His hands came to the back of my head to guide me down a little deeper. I placed a hand on his thigh to let him know that I was still the one very much in control here, but let him angle my head. He thrust himself deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat a few times, but I didn’t gag.

Usually, I couldn’t take anyone that deeply, but these boys had built me up well enough that I could take him now. And, as I looked up at him, I couldn’t help but to be enthralled with the way me sucking on his cock made him look, with his eyes closed, mouth open, water sluicing down his body, the way he seemed to lose it as he clung to me.

I closed my eyes and focused on pleasuring him with my mouth. I used my tongue, my lips—sucking, licking, kissing—pushing his cock up and back to take his balls into my mouth for a moment. He groaned as I brushed my lips over the sensitive skin, and I grinned to myself knowing that I could still surprise him.

I took him in deep once more, moving quickly up and down his length, reaching around and sinking my fingers into his ass cheeks to let him know he could fuck my mouth as hard as he wanted. His breath grew hoarse and fast, and I knew he was close. I wanted to feel him come in my mouth. I had never been much of a fan of it before, but when I’d swallowed Logan’s come, something primal had been triggered inside me, and now I wanted to relive that experience. There was something undoubtedly hot about getting a man to lose control like that.

He pushed back against me, and before I knew it he had let out a deep, guttural groan, and finished deep inside my mouth.

He slowly eased his way out of me and I swallowed. He guided me back to my feet, tucking his hands beneath my arms and pinning me back against the shower wall once more, kissing me deeply. Even though I had just come, his tongue in my mouth still stirred butterflies in my stomach.

He pulled back and leaned his head against me, the water still cascading over the two of us.

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