Page 39 of Totally Geeked

“Holy shit,” I say as his cheeks sit heavy against my balls, and his ass pulses. His sculpted chest glistening, wet and slick and even more god-like than ever.

“We need to go slow,” he says, his voice soft, pleading almost. And as he leans back, grips the edges of the bath, and starts to rise, his head goes back, and he sucks in a shuddered breath, then lets out a soft moan.

It’s like there’s a balloon inside my chest, growing with every moan, every pant, every clench of his fingers on the side of the tub. I’m doing this to him. I’m making him feel this way, and fuck it feels great.

I keep one hand wedged between us, holding the condom in place because with the amount of bubble lube coating us, I’m not convinced it would stay on, on its own. The fingers of my other hand dig against the edge of the cast, wishing it could bewrapped around his cock. It would almost be worth the trip to the hospital to have it redone if it got ruined by the lube, except then I would have to explain how it got ruined.

We go slow at first, his ass clenching down hard around me at every thrust, then as he starts to grind a little in my lap and pick up pace, keeping quiet becomes really fucking difficult for both of us. He’s so beautiful, riding me, all glistening and chiseled and perfect. He reaches over and brushes the loose strands of hair behind my ear.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he tells me, and my smile grows so wide my cheeks sting and his blush a perfect pink.

“You're the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”

“I’ve never been called beautiful.”

“Get used to it.”

Electricity is coursing through me as I watch his toned muscled body flexing and relaxing over and over. He grinds in circles, and his dick is swinging around, teasing me, and I can't take it anymore.

“Grab hold of that perfect cock before I do, cast be damned,” I whisper, and he purses his lips for a second like he’s considering letting me do it, but then he lets go of his thigh and finally gives it the attention it deserves. The attention it’s been begging for while my cock owns his perfect tight ass.

“I’m so close,” he breathes, and then he’s bouncing and grinding faster. He works his shaft with each thrust, and as the energy inside me builds and builds and my balls pull up tight, his grip on himself tightens, and I come, hard, filling the condom as his ass draws out every last drop from me. He explodes a second later, coating his stomach and chest in creamy ropes.

“That has to be the best bath I’ve ever taken,” he says with a smirk, lifting himself up and off me so that I can move back. I climb from the tub, remove the condom and wrap it in some paper, before tossing it in the bin. Gordon doesn’t come in here,he has plenty of other bathrooms in his house, but his cleaner would probably appreciate the extra effort.

“You were amazing,” I say, wrapping a towel around myself and unlocking the bathroom door that leads to my room.

“You’re leaving already?”

“I thought maybe we could continue this in my room. There’s a pillow you can bite down on if you have trouble keeping quiet.”

He practically leaps from the tub, not even bothering with the towel, picks me up, and throws us both onto my bed with a thud.

“Sorry, okay, quiet starts now,” he whispers, and then I shove him back against the mattress and press my hands against the hard muscles of his chest.

“Let’s see if you can keep it that way,” I say, then lower myself down, kissing from his chest, down his stomach over his mound as I lift his knees and spread him wide. I suck one ball into my mouth, and he shudders, then as I hold them up with one hand I run my tongue down his taint to his hole.

“Holy shit, Arlo. That’s so good,” he breathes quietly.

“Shhh,” I say with my lips lightly touching his entrance. His fingers clench down on fistfuls of blanket, and I press my lips against him and push my tongue inside. After fucking him in the tub, he’s still so open for me, and as he lets out a little squeak, I wish I could really hear him enjoy this. Although having to stay quiet is a major turn-on, too. I can’t wait to see how much I can get him to squirm before he comes again. Only this time, I intend to have that gorgeous cock in my mouth when it blows.

Chapter fifteen

Harrison

I wake up toa faint knocking and a voice I can’t place right away. Then it clicks. Gordon. Fuck. Arlo is curled up naked at my side, and I’m still in his bed. I nudge him as I climb from under his hold. I can’t say anything, though, because with Gordon right there outside the door, he might even hear a whisper, so I quickly grab the condoms from last night, check for any other incriminating materials, and duck back through the bathroom to the guest room and quietly shut the door. Gordon bangs a little louder, and I hear Arlo call out, “What?” as I pull the sheet off the bed and wrap it around me like a toga and head out the guest room door to the hallway.

“Dude, what’s all the banging about?”

“Training is in twenty minutes, are you naked? Did you sleep in the guest bed naked?”

“I was soaked, remember? Besides, sleeping naked is the best.”

He rubs his hand over his face.

“Remind me to burn those sheets. I’ll lend you something to wear to training.”

“No worries, I can go like this. Driving naked is even better than sleeping naked.”

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