Page 18 of Three to Fall

I only paused for a second, and he was on me, dipping his head so his lips could capture mine.

He kissed me hard, the touch branding, rough, exactly what I needed. I couldn’t do soft or tender right now. My heart had already been splayed open once today, I needed time for it to mend itself, so it didn’t feel so raw. So fucking vulnerable.

I kissed him back with just as much demand, running my hands up into his hair, pulling out the tie at the nape of his neck so his hair fell around his shoulders.

His fingers went for his pants, undoing the button, drawing down the zipper.

I reached for the shower, flicking the handle upward so the water rained down. We toed off our shoes, him diving for the fly on my jeans while I yanked down his pants.

I released his dick from his boxer briefs, stroking it fast and groaning when he did the same to mine. I pulled my T-shirt off with my free hand, hating that I had to stop kissing him to get it over my head. But then his lips were back, trailing off my mouth and down my neck, sucking and kissing and biting me there while he walked me backward into the shower.

I hissed at the too-hot water, and he flicked the handle to the right.

We both cussed when the water turned ice cold, drenching us both.

But neither of us stopped. His body crowded me up against the solid shower wall. Water splashed all over the bathroom, the two of us too big to close the curtain around us, but I didn’t give a fuck if we flooded the place.

All that mattered was the feel of his fingers wrapped around my cock and an aching desire for more than just a fucking hand job.

“Your soap good for jacking off?” he asked between rough kisses I shouldn’t have liked but couldn’t get enough of.

“What do you think?”

Every man had a soap that didn’t sting while jacking off in the shower. Jesus fuck, if you found one that did, you got rid of it pretty damn quick.

He slicked his hands until they were slippery, coating his cock before sliding his fingers around mine.

I hissed at his touch, groaned at the grip and rhythm he set.

Wrapped my fingers around his dick and copied what he was doing.

We groaned, jerking each other, kissing in between hard, labored breaths, and fighting to get the other to the finish line, both of us desperate to reach it ourselves.

This wasn’t enough. The feeling inside me was too fucking big. The dickless prick’s words kept ringing in my head, calling me a faggot. But it didn’t cripple me the way it would have in the past.

It only made me realize I didn’t care. Not when it came to Chaos. There was no denying what this was. What I wanted. No denying his body turned me on just as much as Kara’s.

No denying I wanted so much more than just his fist wrapped around my cock.

“Want to fuck you,” I groaned out, water getting in my mouth as I licked it off his skin.

He moaned, not hesitating, switching our positions, taking up the spot by the wall and then turning around. His face twisted to one side, leaning on one arm, and he reached between his legs, fisting his cock and pumping it.

My dick immediately took up residence between his legs, sliding between his thighs, rubbing at his taint and his balls. My abs melded against his back, my hips connecting with the tight, rounded globes of his ass.

My head spun, desire and need and a rush of pleasure filling my brain, getting off on him letting me have this, feeding on him wanting me as much as I wanted him.

“You done this before?” I asked, reaching around him for the soap, even though my dick was already slick with it.

“Once or twice.”

I groaned. That was so fucking hot. I pressed my fingers between his ass cheeks, skating over his rear hole.

He groaned, driving back at my touch, taking the tip of two slicked-up digits.

I forced him to still, pinning him to the wall with my body, slowing the pace. He and I might have fought like cats and dogs, but I wasn’t into hurting him. I liked it rough. Liked finding other people who liked it the same way. But I wanted him to enjoy it.

Wanted him to come.

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