Page 16 of The Enforcer

I scoff, my dick deflating thinking about my shit show of a day. “Too long. How did you sleep?”

“Good,” he says with a chuckle. “Thanks for tucking me in, Mom.”

“Fuck off,” I fire back, tone full of laughter. “You were mighty cozy when I left.”

“I was. I needed that nap. Of course, I wouldn’t have needed it if a certain motorcycle club didn’t have me drinking like I did in college.”

Turning the shower off, I open the shower door and reach for my towel. I watch Shane’s eyes trail over me, not at all ashamed to see me naked. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me fresh out of the shower before but there’s a certain heat behind his eyes now.

We should talk. We should figure out what he meant during his drunken ramblings, but I’m intrigued by how he’s eye fucking me. How far can I push him right now? How far will he allow me to go before he insists that we talk?

Only one way to find out.

Chapter Eight

Shane

Zeke’s body is outrageous. Even dark brown skin rippling over feet of toned muscle with a light dusting of hair. I lick my lips as I stare at him unabashedly. What’s the point of pretending I’m not? I came into the bathroom where he was naked in the shower for fuck’s sake.

I might not want to admit it to myself, but I wanted to initiate an encounter like this between the two of us. We should probably talk first, but it’ll be awkward with all the sexual tension I’ve felt between the two of us lately. Maybe we both need this.

Walking over to me, not even bothering to put his towel around his waist, Zeke stops about a foot away, tilting his head as he assesses me. “Why are you staring at my dick, Counselor?” There’s a joke in his tone, but his eyes are blazing. Fuck me, Zeke is hot as fuck.

Taking hold of his towel, I use it to draw him forward until our bodies collide. We both huff a gasp when our bodies touch, Zeke’s naked, hard cock against my clothed, aching erection. “You know why.” My voice is fucking gravel, but I can’t change that.

I want to talk about what this all means, where it can go from here—if it can go somewhere from here—but my mind is offline, all the blood having rushed to my cock.

Stepping more into my space until the counter is digging into the backs of my thighs, Zeke moves his face closer until our lips are only an inch apart. “I need you to tell me, Shane. You need to tell me so I know we’re on the same page. Or I’m going to think it’s just me and?—”

I’m not sure what comes over me, but I close the distance between our mouths, crashing our lips together. Holy fuck. My whole body lights up, pleasure shooting through me like a live wire.

I wrap my arms around his neck, the water droplets from his body seeping through the sleeves of my shirt. Zeke’s strong hands grip at the muscles of my back, dropping down to squeeze my ass. He kneads the flesh, making me gasp from the feeling. Zeke takes that opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth, and I do my best to keep up.

Dropping one shaky hand from around his neck, I grasp Zeke’s cock, the flesh hot against my palm.

Snatching his mouth from mine, Zeke hisses, resting his forehead against mine. “Fuck, Shane.” I drag my hand up and down his shaft, swallowing thickly as precum leaks from his tip. I swipe a thumb over it, spreading it over his cockhead. “Just like that.” He glides his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back until I’m looking at him. “Your hand feels so fucking good around me. Jerk me harder, baby.”

I whimper at how easily the endearment drops from his lips. Like he was always meant to say it to me.

Gripping my ass harder, he pushes his hips into my fist, using me to get himself off. I wish I could drop to my knees to take him into my mouth, but I don’t want to move. I want to stay here with Zeke’s arms around me, his eyes boring into mine as he helps me pump him off. Next time—because there will fucking be a next time—I’ll lower myself to my knees while I watch his reaction to my mouth on him.

Zeke’s fingers dance in my hair, his blunt nails scraping across my scalp. He groans, his cock throbbing in my hand. “I’m close, baby.”

Feeling emboldened, I nip his bottom lip, loving his sharp intake of breath. “Get there for me, Zeke. I want to feel your hot cum dripping from my fingers.”

He curses, pumping into my hand faster and squeezing my ass harder. A few tugs later, he’s shouting his release as ropes of his seed land on my hand and against my stomach. It soaks into my shirt and presses it to my skin. I grin, loving that I could make him feel this good. Zeke’s face is twisted in the most beautiful mask of pain and pleasure, one of the best sights I’ve ever seen.

When he’s drained, he leans his forehead on my shoulder, panting as he continues to touch along my back and ass. “Fuck, Counselor. What other tricks you got up your sleeve?”

I chuckle, removing my hand from his dick and wiping the mess on his towel. “I’ll just have to show you.” I look up at him, catching his gaze before he brings his lips gently down on mine. This kiss is more explosive than the first, the gentleness of it making my toes curl.

Zeke steps back from me, but only long enough to lower himself, kneeling in front of me. He looks up at me as he undoes and lowers my pants, grinning when my breath stutters in my lungs. “I have a few tricks too. I can show you one.”

With that, Zeke takes my cock into his mouth, all the way to the base. He deep throats me with ease and I almost fucking lose it right then and there.

Leaning back against the counter, I moan loudly, not worried about his neighbors. “Holy shit.” Zeke meets my eyes with a smug expression. I’m sure he’d smile if my dick wasn’t lodged in his throat.

He bobs his head slowly, teasing me. The suction is perfect, his tongue licking the underside of my shaft as he sucks me. Zeke reaches up to tug my balls, the bite of pain from how he pulls on them making my heart pound and my breathing stutter. His mouth leaves a trail of his saliva on my cock, and I lose it.

---