Page 80 of Bloom: Part 2

He took off, a mass of tattoos and lean muscles, leaving behind a trail of crumbs. I stood there grinning for a minute, then quickly cleaned up the mess and followed him.

When I entered the bathroom, Bloom was already undressed and in the shower. He pulled back the glass door and waved a bottle of lube around. “I’m all ready.”

God, he was always so hot for sex, and I loved it. I loved it more that I was the only one who ever saw him this needy. I shrugged off my clothes and joined him. Water pelted down on us, turning the space into a steamy little hideaway—okay, not so little. He was on me in a second, legs around my waist, and lips fastened on mine. I knew better than to try to slow him down.

We did nothing but kiss for a few minutes. It should have gotten boring at some point, but I couldn’t get enough of his tongue in my mouth or mine in his. The sexy whimpering sounds from the back of his throat drove me crazy.

I lowered him back to his feet and turned him against one wall. He linked his hands together behind his back and tilted his ass.

“Logan,” he whined. “Fuck me hard. I’ve been bad. Punish me.”

I hissed in a breath, and my cock twitched. I took a moment to admire him—the way the water cascaded down his narrow back, following the lines of his sleek muscles and pooling where the small of his back met his firm behind, glistening under the steamy spray.

Then I was on him.

I captured both his wrists in one hand, holding them securely behind his back. I smacked his ass, the wetness of his skin making a satisfyingly sharp sound echo off the tiled walls. Bloom moaned, his eyes seeking mine over his shoulder.

“More,” he begged.

I gave him another slap, harder this time. The sounds he made were music, low moans and gasps that left my blood boiling. He was already lubed up, so I wasted no time in aligning myself with his entrance.

Bloom met me with a sigh, his body accommodating mine eagerly. As I entered him, a rush of heat enveloped me; the feel of him, the sight of him taking me willingly, caused a knot to tighten in my gut.

With one hand, I gripped his hip, anchoring him to me. With my other hand, I still held his wrists behind his back. I quickened my pace, and his moans became breathless mewls.

I fell into an even rhythm, each stroke causing us both to groan loudly.

“Loooogaaaan.” He was on his toes and only my grip on him kept him on balance as I drove into him with powerful strokes. He pressed his forehead against the cool tile, his cries growing with each thrust.

Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that? Sometimes it’s hard to believe you’re mine.”

His breath hitched, and the corners of his lips curled upward into a smile. A jolt shot right to my heart. It wasn’t just his body that turned me on; it was his spirit, wild and untamed, yet so tender toward me.

“Make me come,” he gasped.

I delivered a thrust that smacked my pelvis hard into his cheeks. His nails scratched over the tiled wall of the shower. His legs quivered. He was close. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and bit him there.

“Oh!” He shuddered, so I sank my teeth into a different place, and he shot his load onto the shower floor. His body convulsed around me, his moans blending with the pounding of water against tile.

He trembled against me, and I slowed my pace, releasing my hold on his hips. Bloom turned around and went down on his knees. He blinked against the droplets of water clinging to his long lashes. He took my cock in his hand and stroked me from the base, brushing his thumb over the sensitive tip. A shiver of pleasure coursed through me.

Without warning, he sucked me down hard once, twice, drawing out a groan from deep within my chest. I braced my arms against the wall. He gripped my hips and pulled me forward. Giving in to him, I thrust my cock to the back of his throat. He’d gotten so good at this.

My sweet, stabby little cocksucker.

I drilled his mouth hard, losing all sense of control while he gagged around me.

“Bloom.” His name was a litany, the beginning of a prayer I would be saying for the rest of my life. My knees nearly buckled as waves of pleasure rolled over me. White hot ecstasysurged through every vein in my body, blurring my vision, and I struggled to control my breath. Bloom eagerly swallowed down my cum, his expression one of bliss.

He let me pop out of his mouth, then went back in, swallowing all around me.

“Fuck.”

Another spurt of cum shot down his throat. He coughed and released me.

“Shit.” I hooked my hands under his armpits and hauled him up. His fit of coughing took a minute to subside, and I rubbed his back through it.

“Devil.” He grinned. “Well, that would have been an embarrassing way to die. Choked on cum.”

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