Page 9 of Watching Him

I guided him by the shoulders so he was standing directly under the now hot stream and crowded behind him, since the shower wasn’t exactly big enough for both of us.

I ran my tongue along the base of his ear. “Hand me the soap, princess. I’m going to clean you inside and out.”

My hands trailed down Wild’s body, over his hips, over his sore ass, and to his thighs.

“O-okay,” he stammered. I swore his hand shook as he reached for the bottle and gave it to me.

“Good boy.” I kissed his neck.

I kept things as PG as possible while we cleaned. Not that it was easy with Wild rubbing his ass over me. Or when he turned to face me as he washed his front and made sure his cock was ‘thoroughly’ clean.

“Boy,” I hissed, palming my own cock, “Are you itching for another spanking already?”

Wild, the brat, only blinked innocently up at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just getting clean.”

“Oh, princess, you’re playing with fire.”

Wild raised his eyebrow, but my eyes were drifting down to the way he was handling his balls. “I see no fire here. Just an old man who’s a lot of talk but not nearly enough action.”

It was obvious what he was doing. He was purposely trying to raise a reaction out of me. I took the bait.

My hand was on Wild’s throat, and I had him slammed against the glass door of the shower before my mind caught up with my actions.

Wild’s pupils dilated, but he didn’t try to stop me. He waited, his chest heaving, basically taunting me to make the next move.

“Just remember, you asked for this, princess.”

I was lucky I remembered to shut the water off, so I didn’t flood the whole damn hotel. But that was the end of rational thought.

I had us out of the shower and Wild smashed up face-first against the door. He tried to push away, but I easily grabbed his wrists and pinned them at the base of his back.

Wild tried to fight out of my grip, but I used my body weight to keep him trapped. My teeth sank into his shoulder, and Wild’s scream gave me fucking life.

“Be a good boy, and you might get a reward.”

My free hand trailed down his ass and slipped between his crease.

“Ugh.” Wild pushed his ass out, giving me more access.

“Can I trust you to leave your hands where I put them, princess? I want to play.”

“Reyyyy,” Wild whined, “Touch me. Fuck.”

I released his wrists, surprised he didn’t move an inch. I spread his cheeks. “Fuck, this hole. It’s just demanding to be filled, isn’t it?”

I spat right on his hole, twice, wasting no time before I pushed a finger inside. Wild liked it hard and didn’t love a lot of prep. The way he immediately pushed back onto my finger proved that.

“Jesus, Wild, you’re just swallowing me up.”

“More, Rey. Stop playing around. I need more.”

“You want more of my fingers, princess?”

“Ungh. Yes, Rey!”

More spit, and then I added a second finger and started to fuck in and out.

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