Page 52 of Worlds Collide

I watch him go, then take off my clothes and put them on the edge of the free-standing tub that has a huge window looking out to the amazing view of the infinite Pacific, before walking into the shower on the other side of the bedroom. For some reason, the two sinks give me pause—I never thought Wolf would have something like that, but maybe it’s another thing his architect suggested that he just went along with?

I smile when I see the jets under the controls of the shower butstep under the showerhead and throw my head back. A shower really was the best idea. We didn’t bother with one before we went to the diner, and since no pictures are going to interrupt us today, I’m hoping we can just spend hours and hours in bed this time.

Neither one of us has anywhere to be and—“Hey,” I yelp when arms wrap around me. I didn’t hear Wolf come in. His mouth goes straight to my neck and I tilt my head to the other side to give him all the space he needs. His hands move in gentle circles around my abs, my chest, and then he tweaks one of my nipples and a moan escapes me.

No one has ever played with my nipples before... It’s interesting, to say the fucking least.

He’s hard and pressing against my ass without shame, and I rub against him just as freely.

“Want me to get you ready this time?” he asks in a husky voice against my ear. I snicker the second the word husky flits through my mind. “What?” he asks in a growl and reaches down to squeeze my erection none too gently. I like that.

“Yes, please get me ready,” I say first. “And I just thought your voice sounded husky and well...”

“I’m not a damn dog, little rich boy.” His usual growl only makes me smile more.

I turn around fast and bite his bottom lip as I grind our cocks together. “I’m also not little,” I whisper with a smirk. He swats my ass playfully and this time my laugh is full and loud.

“You’re my little rich boy, and that’s what matters.” The possessiveness in his tone has goosebumps breaking out all over my body, but I ignore them and plow through.

“You gonna let me blow you this time?”

“Hm,” he says contemplatively as he squeezes my ass and rubs his palms over it, seemingly without any hurry. “I want to comeinside you again, but after that, sure, you can suck me off,” he says, like it’s a great sacrifice.

I snort and go for another kiss with a shake of my head. “Be a good boy, Max,” I whisper right before our lips meet, and I kiss his growl away.

I get lost in the kiss, in the way he takes me over and dominates every single movement. I barely register it when one of his hands stops touching me, and when it comes back colder. I realize later it was probably shower gel. Once he’s done washing my ass so thoroughly someone could eat out of it—and damn that’s a thought—he brings them around, full of suds, and washes my arms, my armpits, my chest.

“Get your hair,” he demands in a gentle whisper.

I do as he says, wordlessly, and when I’m done and have washed away the shampoo, I get to work on his hair. It’s even longer now, so I take my time with every strand. It’s so painfully intimate. The whole thing has my heart melting—mostly because of how focused Wolf is on me—and keeps my dick hard.

Wolf washes his body quickly and thoroughly, and then his arms are around me again and he’s making me lose my mind with his mouth.

There’s nothing in the world short of a coma that would prevent me from reacting the second he swirls one slick finger around my rim. My back arches and our mouths separate enough that I can moan to my heart’s content. “More,” I beg.

Wolf lowers his head slightly and bites down on my neck at the exact moment his finger breaches me. I push back against him and get just a little bit more, but I turn a bit feral with my need for him.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull so he’ll look up at me again and crush my mouth down on his. But Wolf isn’t one to be dominated, not at all. He turns us around and walks two stepsforward until my back hits the cold tiles. The shock of it distracts me enough for Wolf to take the upper hand. And I don’t mind one bit.

I let him do whatever he wants and when I feel he’s slowing down, I just goad him. It works like a charm, so when he’s finally pushing three fingers inside me, I’m practically fucking myself on his hand and enjoying every second.

“You want to come like this?” he whispers tauntingly.

“No, please.” My words sound like a whine.

“Please what?” he asks, still talking with an infuriatingly calm voice.

“Just fuck me already.” Now I’m the one growling.

“All right then,” he says simply and steps back, sliding his fingers out and leaving me panting, achingly hard and desperately empty, leaning against the wall for support. “Come on,” he says and gestures for me to get out.

“Damn you,” I mutter as I pass him. He chuckles and turns off the shower. I just snap a towel off the warming rack and dry myself off fast then walk out into his room.

Seeing it now, I realize this is exactly what Wolf’s bedroom should be.

It has light gray walls, a few plants here and there, a ton of pictures spread all over, and a huge bed with a light beige duvet that looks like a cloud. I walk right over and fling it away so it hangs off the end of the bed, then climb up and wait for Wolf to come out here.

There’s a slight breeze but I don’t know where it’s coming from. It’s not cold though, just comfortable. I feel... yeah, comfortable. Way more so than I did at the hotel or at the Altons’ house in the Hamptons.

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