Page 58 of Tight Spot

I pushed through the embarrassment of the question. Twenty-four and never held a man’s dick in my hand. “No.”

“All right then. Up you go.” He shoved off me and held out his hand. As soon as my palm was in his, he tugged me to my feet, and for the first time, I truly got to take in all those muscles he’d always managed to poorly hide beneath his clothing. In fact, Dawson should never wear clothes again. Not in my presence. I’d failed anatomy and biology in high school, but I was pretty certain if a model like Dawson had come in to give us a visual of where every muscle was located, I would have been the star pupil.

“Go where?”

“Shower. I don’t want to leave a mess I’ll have to clean up. You watch. You can help. Do whatever you feel like doing to me while we get cleaned up.”

A shower? Naked? Where’d he soap himself up, and I’d get to see my first ever real-life dick while he was soaked beneath soap suds and water and bright lights?

Where he could stare at my body? Maybe touch me again?

It was that thought that had me hurrying after him and when we reached the shower, my mouth opened. “You throw parties in there?”

His shower had not one, not two, but five showerheads. Two waterfall showers. Two at each end hooked to a hose, and one on the wall between them.

All glass was on one end, opposite a soaking tub that could have been custom-built for his large frame. The long side where we entered was totally open. On the inside’s longest wall was a bench I was pretty sure six could sit on and watch a shower show.

“Never been anyone in this shower with me before.”

“What?” I spun in a slow circle.

He shrugged, reached inside around the corner, and flipped on both of the shower heads at each end. “Never bring women to my house.” He smirked. “Crystal might have used it, but definitely not when I was in it with her.”

“That would be weird,” I admitted, and his smirk grew.

“You’re nervous again.” He came to me, curled his hands over my shoulders and slowly brushed them down my arms. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Well, I’m standing naked in front of a man for the very first time after having possibly the best orgasm in history known to womankind, and you’re still clothed, so…yeah. I’m a bit nervous.”

He dropped his hands from my shoulders straight to his waistband and shoved down his boxers. “That help?”

Oh dear god, no that did not help. His dick was huge. Larger than any toy. Larger than some of the toys I’d viewed online that made me wince. Thick. Veiny. There was also a drop of shimmering liquid at the tip and… oh my god…another piercing.

Two tiny silver balls were at the ends of a metal rod that went straight through.

“That’ll hurt,” I whispered, definitely not nervous but scared out of my hand.

“First time, probably. That’s why tonight was for you. I’ll need to take time getting you ready. As far as the piercing goes, that’ll only feel good.”

Goddamn, his confidence and his complete lack of embarrassment about any of this was a turn-on. “You going to come in the shower with me?”

Watch him wrap his hand around that?

Like he read my mind, he wrapped one of his hands around himself, and my mouth watered. Two slow, firm strokes and that fluid at the top grew.

Before I could stop myself, I reached out and swiped my fingertip over it.

“Fuck,” Dawson grunted, and my gaze jumped up to meet his. “What?”

“Taste me,” he grunted again, and his hand was still moving, but I couldn’t resist.

I wanted to know what he tasted like.

As soon as I sucked on my fingertip, he had his free hand around my bicep. “New plan, you’re gonna help me take care of me, I’m gonna take care of you again, and this time, with only my mouth, and then we’re going to find that tie I threw off earlier because I have a lot more planned for you if you’re down for that.”

Down for that?

Had he hit his head somewhere?

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