Page 50 of Possession

They don’t all fit in the tiny trashcan, but I stuff them in as best I can.

“Of course,” he says, “I now won’t have any clothes.”

He’s smiling, which I find a little surprising given everything that’s happened, but I think maybe it’s nerves or lingering adrenaline, maybe simple relief. Whatever the cause, I can’t help but smile back a little and pet his hair again. I want to tell himthat I’ll get him new clothes, but that opens up a whole messy can of questions with the main one being,What comes next?

It makes my heart skip, so I shove it away. I want him to stay naked and in bed with me. I don’t want anything else to come next.

As I cross the bathroom to turn the shower on, I glimpse my movement reflected in the mirror, but I look away. I’m not ready to see myself.

When the water’s hot, Lucas and I step into the huge marble shower. The luxury looks absurd to me, but Lucas seems excited about the soaps and shampoos in the little alcove.

For the first time, I get to relax while showering with him. I get to touch him. We can take our time—because we’re free.

The idea feels so impossible that it overwhelms me suddenly. Dizzy, I thump down onto the seat. I have to close my eyes.

Lucas kneels in front of me. He puts his head on my leg. I pet his hair while the water rains down on us. When I tug at him, he gets up and turns to settle on the seat between my legs with his back to me.

I grab the body wash and washcloth and start scrubbing his body. I enjoy washing him, but I’m looking for injuries too. I can’t stop thinking about what Briggs said after Lucas and I ate the drugged food.

It’s a long drive to Boston. Maybe I’ll get my turn.

I wrap my arms around Lucas and whisper, “Did he … Briggs …” I can’t finish the question, but Lucas understands it anyway. He’s good at that.

“No,” he says as he grabs onto my arms to hold me to him, carefully avoiding the now-sodden bandage covering a fresh wound that I only vaguely recall sustaining. “He just hit me.”

I growl against the back of his neck, hating that, wishing I could stomp Briggs’ face all over again.

Lucas looks over his shoulder at me. “I’m okay. Now anyway, now that we’re together. Are you?”

I’ve lost the knack of lying, so I don’t answer.

I make him stand up to rinse off. I shampoo his hair and rinse it as well. As soon as I’m done, he soaps up the washcloth.

He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes ask me for permission. I brush wet hair from his forehead to tell him yes. He smiles a little and begins. He’s cautious because I don’t always react well, but I’m okay. I like that he wants to touch me.

I like touching him too, and I do it constantly as he washes my body. My fingers explore his throat and chest as he gently scrubs at mine. As he reaches my groin, he slides the washcloth along the side of my thickening cock. He stops himself.

His eyes flick up to mine. “Roman—”

I put my hand on his and ask him to keep going. The cloth sweeps between my legs, grazing my balls. The arousal that spills hotly into my cock feels so much better than everything else I’ve been feeling. I close my eyes and try to focus on it. When Lucas sets his mouth to one of my nipples and starts sucking, I throw my head back and groan, arching into him.

Fuck, that feels good.

My cock goes from semi hard to fully erect. His stiffens until it’s nudging up against my balls. He switches to my other nipple, suckling at it until the last of my thoughts vanish and all I can do is feel.

I reach past Lucas to grab a bottle from the alcove. He knows what I need, maybe needs it too, and starts to turn even as I slick my fingers and cock. He bends and rests his hands against the shower wall above the seat to offer me his ass. I massage his hole. He opens for me, lets me push inside to stretch and stroke him.

I replace my fingers with my cockhead.

“Fuck,” he gasps as I push into his body. “Yes—fuck.”

When my pelvis is flush against his ass, my cock deep inside him, I just stay there for a second and let the waves of arousal wash through me. I let myself feel how right it is. I let myself feel, deeply, that we’re here, together. Safe.

I start fucking him slowly so I can watch how his arousal intensifies, how he needs more and more. His hands drift down until they rest on the shower seat. He bends until my cock is hitting his prostate on every thrust.

My wet body smacks noisily against his. My heavy balls slap his taint. The combination of sound and sensation is so fucking erotic that I give myself to it entirely. I let it obliterate everything else.

Lucas is pushing back against me. His moans get louder.

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