Page 82 of It's Complicated

He pressed our foreheads together for a few beats, his breath coming out in a shuddery exhale.

“And you look so damn sexy like this.” He dragged his cock over my ass.

I put my hands on the tiles and arched my back as best I could in the confined space. “You look damn sexy back there.”

“Yeah?” Reaching down, he fit his cock between my thighs.

I squeezed my legs together. “Oh yeah. But then again, you look sexy no matter what.”

“You’re going to give me an ego if you keep complimenting me.” He pumped his hips, sliding his cock through the tight passage of my thighs, the body wash slicking the way.

“Is it complimenting when I’m just stating the truth?”

He chuckled and pumped his hips again. “Not sure.” His big hand circled my cock and gave me a long, slow stroke. “Does this feel good?”

“Yeah, really good. Does it feel good for you?”

“So damn good.” He moved his hips faster, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and sinking into the moment. The warm water at our backs and steamy air billowing around us created a little bubble of intimacy that made everything that much hotter and more incredible.

“Fuck, Jamie.” Isaac rubbed his lips against my neck. “I’m not going to last.”

“Come, Z. Use me and make yourself feel good,” I encouraged.

He made a choked sound and snapped his hips as he fucked my thighs faster, bringing me closer and closer to my release with each stroke of his hand.

“You close?” he asked, his voice breathy and strained.

“So close.”

“Come with me, Jamie.”

He shuddered behind me, his pace faltering, then slammed against me with a loud cry.

Wetness pooled between my legs, and I came hard, shooting over his hand and all over the tiled wall.

Isaac stroked me through it, rocking his hips and using my thighs to prolong his pleasure until we were a boneless mess of limbs.

We stayed like that for a few moments, breathing hard and coming down from our orgasms.

“I swear that wasn’t what I had in mind when I offered to shower with you. I’m not complaining,” I added quickly, “But my intentions were pure.”

“So were mine when I accepted.” He nibbled on my neck, his lips and teeth teasing the sensitive skin. “But then I saw you all wet and perfect, and all my gentlemanly intentions went down the drain.” He bumped his hips against me playfully. “Get it? Down the drain.”

Huffing out a laugh, I widened my stance so his softening cock fell from between my legs. Then I turned in his arms so I could hug him properly. “Guess we’re just a couple of perverts.”

“Guess so.” He gave me a big squeeze. “I swear it never gets old with you.”

I knew exactly what he meant because it was the same with me. Every time with him was just as exciting as the first, and it only made me want more.

“Never,” I agreed. “But we’re about to run out of hot water, so we should probably take care of that before we end up accidentally taking a cold shower.”

Laughing, Isaac untangled himself from me and turned off the water. “That would be a less-than-fun ending to a pretty fun shower.” He rubbed his hand through his hair, shaking some of the water from it. “We’re so doing that again.”

“Hell yeah. I want my turn at that ass. Or thighs,” I corrected.

We climbed out of the tub and grabbed towels from the rack.

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