Page 27 of Nerdy Dirty Valentine

“You’re spoiling me.” He sighed deeply.

Massaging his temples, I grinned at James’ happy sigh. For tonight, this was enough. His happiness.

A few suds of shampoo glided down his back toward his perky ass. But I wasn’t going to rush it. We had all night. I’d spent many of them alone, and I wanted to savor every hour of this one with James. I gently angled his head so I could spray out the shampoo from his hair and not sting his eyes.

I could do this all night. I could give him this massage, touch him lightly, do this for him anywhere. Especially after he had listened to my babbling, held me as I cried, been there for me. Been my friend.

I wanted to spoil the hell out of him.

James was making sexy little noises. My body couldn’t help reacting to them, even as I continued to rinse his hair. Abruptly, James turned around to face me, wet and naked and fully erect.

My dick responded, and with a groan, we pressed our bodies closer, cocks touching. We didn’t speak, just held each other, our breathing heavy. I inhaled the wet-soapy essence of him, like total spring and sunshine. I could smell him and be happy, stand here forever in the water and steam. And James?—

Dropped to his knees.

I was lost the minute his tongue slid over me, the tight heat of his mouth on my dick. Each small suck made me lose my mind, and I groaned and banged a fist at the shower wall. James kept working me over with his intense determination. I couldn’t help grabbing onto the strands of his wet hair as I thrust, fucking up into his mouth. The edge of his beard scraped my sensitive skin, making me shiver, but I wouldn’t pull back from that lush mouth. “Please,” I begged. The intense pleasure was too much.

I wanted to stop, ask James if he was okay, if this was too deep for him, but I was too busy drowning in need.

“Babe, please—so close—you should—” I panted.

James ignored my warning and didn’t stop. He actually hummed as he sucked me harder, a hum of enjoyment.

He likes this.

Tasting me like I was a delicious treat, James slurped my cock deeper. He wasn’t being shy, not any longer, or worried about his body. I could see his stiff dick at his stomach. This erection was all mine. His mouth on me was making him that hard. A possessiveness overwhelmed me. He was making me feel so fucking good, but did he even know that I was his? That he could take me and that he already had gotten to a deep place inside of me that nobody else had ever reached? Did he know that whatever he wanted I would say yes to? Hell, yes.

I moaned raggedly.James’ tongue glided over my balls. And,oh God, he suckled them as if he worshipped them. His lips smacked against my balls, his tongue pushing, and he made that eager, hungry sound again as if he only wanted to taste more.

And that was it for me. I went over the edge, my hips snapping forward, flooding cum into his mouth.

James only choked a little, swallowing most of it. He dug his fingers into my ass. Having him on his knees in the shower, bent low as he finished me, had me quaking.

As he finally stood, I held on to him, aftershocks coursing through my body. James rutted against me once, twice. “Let me help.” I took his dick in my hand, stroking him until his face grew flush and he started panting.

“Fuck, oh, God. I’m close?—”

“Let go. Just do it,” I coaxed with one more pump of my hand. I reached for his balls, squeezing gently, milking them. “Give in, babe.” I couldn’t bear seeing James arch with need, his balls tight to let go. The yearning to be free in a way that only I could give him. Wanted to give him.

His entire body froze. He met my eyes, and the expression in them undid me.

It was like I’d handed him the world. Heat rose through me as James surrendered. I felt it in every ounce of my body, like I was the one this was all new for. Made me feel alive in ways I’d long given up on.

He shot, coming with a low groan into my hand, shaking with the intensity of his release. James’ face contorted with pleasure. I felt a stab of longing to always be with him, give him this intimate release, give him happiness, followed by a pang deep down in my heart that all this was fleeting. Had to be. But I’d deal with the loneliness of moving on from him later. For right now, I only wanted to watch James ride out the final waves of his climax, his entire face alight and awake with wonder.

Dazed, I could barely think as we cleaned the shower, scrubbed ourselves, and then got out. Watching James had been equally intense for me. The sounds he made. So fucking hot. But the way he looked at me, like I held the secrets, like I was the person he trusted most in the universe, it made me ache.

Again, I pushed all that away. My sanity depended on not focusing too hard on my emotions. But it had never been so difficult for me to do that. In the past, passion didn’t have to include emotions for me.

Gently, I handed James a towel to wrap around himself. I took a smaller one and gently rubbed it at his hair.

“Thanks.” His gaze was soft, blissed-out.

And I helped him get there. I felt lucky as hell to be the one helping James. He was so thoughtful and sweet. He warranted every touch, every fucking moan. He was special, and some guy would lock him in soon enough, if that was what he wanted. I kind of hated that thought. Even if it was everything James deserved.

My towel slung around my waist, I led the way to my bedroom, then flopped onto the mattress and buried my head into my pillow.

James settled in bed next to me. I still couldn’t look at him. Too many emotions were moving through me.

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