Page 62 of Totally Fanatic

“Yeah. Or out of the shower. I would love to watch you touch… yourself.”

“Oh, I am totally up for that. How about we start in the shower and end in the bedroom?”

“Really?”

He closes the gap between us and unbuckles my pants.

“Absolutely. Do you promise to still call me boss?”

“Always.”

He smiles and grabs a towel from the cupboard, folds it over again and rests it at the head of the bath furthest away from the shower.

“What’s that for?”

“If you’re going to watch me, you need to be comfortable. You lay in the tub, you can rest your neck on the towel, that way I get to watch you watch me.”

“Yes, boss,” I say, and he purses his lips, grips his cock and strokes it slowly.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Yeah, you are,” I say, and we climb into the tub. The water is warm, and after I lie down, I’m swept up in the gorgeousness that is Tim all over again. His lean, muscled legs are glistening wet and perfectly defined all the way up to his tight, round ass. His back flexes as he reaches up to angle the shower head, sending water over half of me, before he turns, a soapy wet loofah in hand.

I gulp at the sight of his soaped-up chest, envious of the bubbles that trail down his stomach and over his hard cock.

It’s the most perfect kind of torture watching him.

“I need help to wash my back, do you think you could?” he asks after a few minutes, holding out the loofah and turning slightly so that I get an eyeful of his glistening wet ass above me.

“Whatever you want, boss,” I reply and climb to my feet, careful not to slip in the tub because that would totally ruin this moment, and I don’t want anything to do that. This moment is quickly turning into one of the best moments of my life.

I take the loofah, and Tim turns all the way around. Starting at his shoulders, I soap up his soft skin, washing away the dirt and sweat of the day.

Tim puts his hands on the shower wall and presses his ass out toward me, my hard cock slipping inside his cheeks.

“Fuck,” I moan, and he eases off and then does it again.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, boss.”

He arches his back, sliding me between him again, this time pushing back even further until my whole cock is wedged between his ass cheeks, and his cheeks press against my groin.

He wiggles his hips, electricity surges through me, and I have to grab his waist with one hand, squeezing the loofah and sending bubbles down his back as I try to keep control.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom. I think I’m clean enough,” Tim says, and I practically leap from the bathtub.

Kneeling beside my bed, I grab the lube from the box under there, but before I can slide it back, Tim is beside me.

“Ohh, is that your treasure box of goodies? Can I see?”

I take the lid back off, peering up at him as I sit on my knees, ass resting on my heels, cock heavy and thickening between my thighs.

His gaze moves from one item to another, his lips picking up on a sexy-as-fuck smirk as he settles his attention on me. “I knew you liked to play from the plug, but I didn’t expect a whole box of goodies.”

“You can use whatever you like,” I tell him, and he strokes himself right there in front of me. “Or I can use one on you.”

“Would you like to do that?”

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