Page 95 of Alpha & Omega

“Hey, Skaterboy.”

“Hey, Chef. Want company?”

“I’d love some.”

He held out his hand and helped me inside the tub, which wasn’t easy. I had to sit on the edge and then climb in before standing.

“This is a surprise,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.

“We shower together all the time.”

“You know what I mean, smartass.”

I ran my hands over his wet and slick body, dragging my fingers through his delicious chest hair. “I miss this.”

“You haven’t been well, baby.”

“I know, but still… I miss the intimacy, and I’d like to remedy that.”

“Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Yes, because only you are getting off.”

“That hardly seems fair.”

“Fairness is what we make it, Chef. I just… want to touch you if that’s okay. Not sure if I can get it up, but if I can, we can fool around more.”

Harley leaned his head forward and took my lips in his before swiping his tongue along the seam, gaining entry into my mouth. Our tongues and mouths explored before we pulled away.

“It’s more than okay,” he breathed over my lips.

“Don’t let me fall.” I meant that more than just physically.

“Never.”

It may have looked easier than standing on one leg continuously, but my right leg still needed more strength building, so Harley, holding me up, relieved some of the pressure.

I reached for where the shower gel sat on the shower caddy and grabbed it. I poured some into my hand and put it back.

My lathered hand wrapped around his length, and I explored his hardening cock. “Fuck, I fucking miss him.”

Harley’s smirk turned crooked. “He misses you, too.”

His arms never left my body, careful to keep me from slipping in the wet tub as I stroked him. I rested my head on his wet shoulder, and his head rested on mine as his breath grew faster, loving the feel of his beard on my skin. I swear, I was obsessed with all his hair for some reason. I loved the long tendrils on hishead, his beard, chest hair, happy trail, the dark hair on his gorgeous forearms, and the hair on his ass. He was perfect.

“Mmm, your hand is so much better than mine.”

I chuckled and stroked him faster and harder, twisting my hand as I neared the tip before swiping fingers over the head.

“Next time, I’ll suck on you. I miss your taste, too.”

He just groaned as he thrust into my hand, still holding on to me.

One of his arms held me tighter as his other slid up my back, and his fingers dug into the back of my scalp, my hair still too short to hold on to.

Harley thrust in sync with my hand movements before he suddenly froze, and I was hit with hot spurts of cum all over my hand and abs.

A moan slipped out of him, and he bit my shoulder, but not too hard to where it was painful. “That was way too fast,” he complained.

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