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“I don’t know. Is it working?” Jamie smirks and loses his briefs before he spins me around to face the shower.

“You know damn well it is.”

“Good. Then let’s keep going.”

sixteen

Jamieson

If Griff wants me to help him forget about all the ways the assholes he’s been with have made him doubt he’s a desirable man, then I’m going to do it.

But not in some run-of-the-mill cheerleader way where I talk and reason with him. Oh, no. I’m a man of action, and Griff has heard too many empty words.

Once he’s under the shower spray, I turn him to face me and reach behind him to squirt shampoo in my hand. If our dicks touch, it’s only accidentally on purpose and I press a kiss to his nose when he sucks in a breath.

He closes his eyes and lets me wash him. His hair first, and then his body. Since I’m in a devious mood, after I soap him up, I rub up against him while he’s slippery.

“Sharing a shower saves water, so why not take it further and share soap? That’s a good idea, right?”

“I had no idea you were this cruel.” Griff’s lust-thickened voice in my ear draws a laugh from my lips.

“You’re adorable when you’re grumpy.” I turn him around and hold his back against my chest with my very hard cock sliding through his ass cheeks. My Griff has a very fine ass. He does a lot of squats in the gym, and it shows.

He moans every time my dick bumps against his balls and he twists his head in search of a kiss. Griff kisses me with the passion you can’t fake. He’s in this and he wants it. Most importantly, he hasn’t asked me to stop.

But I do because sex in the shower is great and all, but he still has his arm wrapped up and I want to have his dick in my mouth without fear of him slipping or smacking me in the head with his cast. Or a million other things that can wrong in a shower.

“Rinse, please.”

“What?”

His dazed question makes me smile, and I pull him back under the spray with me. I rinse us both off before Griff catches on that he won’t get to come in the shower. He’s all dazed and loopy, and this might be my new favourite thing.

After drying his arms and removing the plastic from his cast, he snaps back to reality and launches himself at me. His mouth is everywhere, along with his hands, and I don’t even mind the scratch of the cast on my skin.

“I’ve never in my life needed a dick in my mouth like I do now. Fucking A+, Jamie. Your torture worked, and now I need you.”

I should care that I made him drop to the porcelain floor so hard his knees will bruise, but once his lips are around my cock, I’m pretty sure it’s not bothering him, so why should it bother me?

“Holy fuck!”

Griff swallows me. My cock is literally past his tonsils and waving hello to his…whatever the part is that you swallow with. He hums in pleasure and pulls me closer to him, burying his nose at the base of my dick.

I’d like to say I lasted longer than three seconds, but that’s probably a lie because I barely have time to grip his hair and yank him off before I cover his face and chest with my load. His face is a picture of bliss, and he licks what he can reach with his tongue while I gasp and try to return to planet earth because I definitely left this realm for a moment or two.

“I was supposed to suck you off first.” I think I’m pouting because I definitely sound like a kid at a birthday party, disappointed he didn’t get to blow out the candles for the birthday child.

“Then you shouldn’t have teased me that much.” Griff pushes off the floor and stands in front of me. His good hand is still jerking himself like he was while on his knees. His breath comes in short pants, and I know he’s close.

Cupping his balls in my hand, I lower my head to flick my tongue over his nipple.

It’s game over as Griff jerks his body closer and cums over his fist and onto me with a string of curses and words I can’t decipher.

He rests his head on my shoulder, and his chest heaves against mine.

We stand together for a few minutes, and I smooth a hand up and down his back, pressing kisses to his temple.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done,” Griff mumbles into my shoulder. There’s just something about praise after sex that makes a man feel like he’s every superhero rolled into one, and I puff my chest with pride.

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