Page 87 of That One Moment

By the time he’s down to a pair of black boxers, my cock is hard and we’ve reached the bathroom. I strip off my clothes until I’m completely naked and standing in front of my boyfriend.

“Three minutes,” I beg.

Caiden says nothing, just bites his bottom lip, removes his boxers and starts the shower. He climbs in wordlessly and I take a second to watch him.

Water cascades down his toned muscles, over his plump ass and down his calves. He adds shampoo to his hair, lathers it and then turns around to give me a full view of his hard cock nestled in dark, wet, pubic hair.

He’s gorgeous. Beautiful. Equal amounts arrogant and modest, a combination of soft curves and jagged edges, gentle touches and fierce kisses. He’s my favourite song - the melody that stirs my heart and the rhythm that pulses in my blood.

Opening the shower door, I step inside and push him against the wall. “One minute,” I say, lining my cock up against his and circling them both with my hand.

“Oh,” he gasps when I start stroking us together. His hips twitch and he moves in time with me, fucking into the tight hold I have on us.

With my free hand, I dribble body wash between us, making our movements slick.

“I’d rather turn this water off and make you dirty,” I groan into his ear, my free hand skimming over his lower back. His hands find my hips and dig in, using me to anchor us. Letting go of our cocks, I pull Caiden firmly against me, trapping our dicks against each other as we grind them together. “I want to cover you in my cum and make you wear it all night.” Tingles of bliss start in my toes, working up my limbs and along my spine.

Caiden throws his head back, water spraying into his face as his hold on me tightens and he erupts, thick ropes of cum hitting my cock and stomach before being swiftly washed away. My stomach tightens and I slam my eyes closed as he leans in and whispers, “Come.” I make an unintelligible sound as pleasure shoots out of me, obeying his command.

I kiss him simply because I can, then rinse us both before turning off the shower.

“That was longer than five minutes.” He grins while he dries his hair. “If we’re late, I’m blaming you.”

I pat down my body then wrap the towel around my waist. “Totally worth it.”

“This place is…wow…I don’t even have words for it.” I look around the ballroom we’ve stepped into, completely taken aback that it’s part of Darius’s house. The room is grand with dark wood floors, black walls and deep red velvet drapes. Large windows look out onto a well lit, rolling lawn and pool. On one end, a stage has been set up, a mic and piano and drums sit on top of it and to one side, a DJ perches on a stool, behind aturntable and laptop. “He has a ballroom in his actual house. It’s like something out of the movies.”

Caiden, looking fucking sensational in all black - shirt, tie, and three piece suit - shrugs. “I told you his family is rich.”

“Yeah, but there’s wealthy and then there’s ‘ballroom off the side of the dining room’ wealthy.” I close my mouth, afraid that I’ve been gawking at all the finery like a starstruck child.

“It comes with its downsides,” Caiden says, but doesn’t elaborate because Darius walks towards us, dressed fully in white, with a set of feather lined angel wings over his pristine suit. Caiden embraces him and we take turns wishing him happy birthday.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it,” Darius looks between us.

Caiden snorts. “We’re not that late. Jamie lost the hamster, it’s his fault.”

“I don’t know what that’s a euphemism for but I’m glad you’re here. You both look stunning.” Darius looks us over from top to toe. I peer down at my navy blue suit and white shirt, appreciating that yeah, we do look good. Especially together.

“This is supposedly my party,” Darius says. “But I barely know anyone, thanks to my dad. I’m sure he’s trying to set me up with someone here too.” He pushes up onto his tiptoes and scans the crowd, his eyes snapping to the door to our right. A slow smile grows on his face and his sparkly blush covered cheeks turn a bright shade of crimson.

“If you run into my dad, which I doubt will happen because he no doubt has somewhere else to be, Oliver is here as your friend, okay?” Darius says all of this to us, while his attention is somewhere behind us.

Caiden and I both turn in time to see Oliver approaching, dressed in red and black and donning a pair of plastic devil horns on top of his head.

“You haven’t told your dad about him?” Caiden asks.

Darius shakes his head. “He’d never approve.”

Oliver ignores us, sweeping Darius off his feet into a tight hug. “Hi angel, happy birthday,” Oliver says, loud enough for us to hear.

When Oliver finally remembers they’re not alone, he turns around and greets us, his body still turned as if drawn to Darius.

“Right, here’s the details for tonight,” Darius says, clapping his hands together. “Buffet and bar are in the annex over there.” He points to a door on the far side of the room. “There’s a casino set up in the parlor room down the hall - it’s using real money so go carefully - and later there’ll be a band and karaoke. And at midnight, that ball -” We all look up at a giant disco ball hanging above our heads. “-will deposit sparkly streamers over all of us. Oh and there’s a champagne fountain.”

“You thought of everything,” I muse.

“My dad goes all out for his only child.” There’s something in the way his words come out and the set line of his lips that shroud the comment in sadness. I’ll try to remember to ask Caiden about it another time.

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