Page 40 of My First Time Fling

“Boyfriend, huh?” I said with a grin. “I like the sound of that.”

Mark stood up and wrapped his arms around me. “Me too,” he said, before he kissed me so hard I forgot where I was for a second.

That was the thing I couldn’t work out. How could he be having second thoughts if he was so handsy every time we saw each other? Not that I was complaining, mind you. By the time Mark’s right hand slid down my back and underneath my shirt, I was practically tingling.

“Hold that thought,” I said breathlessly. “A picnic sounds excellent. But I’m covered in coffee fumes and foamed milk. Just give me five minutes to shower.”

He kissed me again, licking my lower lip before pulling away. “I think you smell amazing already,” he said with a smile. “But fine. IsupposeI can wait.”

Mark sprawled out on my bed to wait while I hopped in the shower. The thought of him lying there was all the encouragement I needed to be fast. If he wanted to spend time with me, I wanted to take advantage of every minute I could, for as long as I could.

I was just rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when the bathroom door creaked. It only made that sound when someone opened it.

“Hello?” I called out from the shower. Maybe it was one of my roommates?

“I changed my mind.” Mark’s voice filtered in from the hall. “I can’t wait.”

I turned around to see a flurry of blurred movements through the textured glass of the shower door. What was he doing? Was he…getting undressed? Before I could decide, Mark opened the shower door and answered the question for me.

“Hi,” he said, a lopsided grin on his face. “Move over and let me in before we let all the steam out.”

Wordlessly, I stepped back to make space. I couldn’t quite form a full sentence. I was too busy staring at his gorgeous, naked form. Sure, I’d already seen all of him at the Sea Glass Inn. But seeing him again just made me realize that my memory hadn’t been doing him justice. So much for getting clean. His body made me want to do all sorts of dirty things.

“Why are you staring?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I still can’t believe this is real.”

He stepped forward, backing me up to the wall and bracing his arms against it on either side of my head. He kissed me, slow and sweet, his silky tongue sliding against mine before he pulled back. “Does it seem real now?”

“I mean, a little,” I said. I laughed, nervously, and clamped down on it when I realized it sounded like a giggle. It wasn’t fair. Mark had no right to be so hot and make me so flustered. “Real-er. But I’m still not sure.”

His hands snaked down my body, tracing my sides before moving back to cup my ass. He massaged it gently, and my mouth opened, letting out a gasp of pleasure. “How about now?” he asked, kissing my jaw.

“Almost,” I said, trying to get a hold of myself. “But something still—”

He took hold of my cock, pulling it up and stroking it. I’d been halfway hard already and I was fully erect within seconds. I reached out and found his dick with my hand, stroking it as he leaned down to kiss me again, hot water splashing down around us.

“How likely do you think you think it would be for me to slip and fall and kill myself if I tried to suck you off right now?” he asked, his smile curving wickedly.

I laughed. “I mean, I’m not going to tell you not to try, but you know your own balance best.”

“Yeah, but you’re more of an expert in shower sex, I’m assuming.”

“Oh I am, am I?”

“Well, considering that I’ve never even done anything remotely sexual in the shower, you’d pretty much have to be.”

“You’ve never even jerked off in the shower?” I snickered, still stroking him. “That seems unlikely. Showers are the best place for sexual fantasies. You’re alone. It’s all hot and wet…”

“There was one bathroom in our house growing up,” Mark said, “and the first time I tried masturbating in there, when I was thirteen, my dad walked in on me in the middle. ”

“Oh my God. Scarring.”

“Tell me about it. He walked out immediately, and we never spoke of it again, but for years, I was too nervous to do anything unless the door was locked.”

I leaned forward and nipped at his lower lip. “Door’s not locked now, you know.”

“Maybe you make me reckless. Or maybe I just think it would serve your roommates right, if they walked in on us. Help even the scales for all the nights they’ve kept you awake.” He grinned. “Come on, let me make your shower fantasies come true.”

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