Page 23 of Strictly Curious
I blinked the water from my eyes and stepped away from the spray. He shook his head and backed me under it again. I looked up at him swallowing thickly at the intensity in his gaze.
“Is this okay?” he asked, bringing a hand up to brush against my cheek.
I nodded before he leaned in and kissed me softly. His kisses didn’t stay soft for long. They became heated and intense and I mewled against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. His cock hardened and pressed into my stomach and it made me press into him harder.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead into mine. We panted against each other’s lips. My heart beat in my ears because I had no idea what he was thinking. I knew he didn’t want to push me too far too fast. I’d appreciated that, but I wanted him bad, whatever that all entailed.
I’d tried looking stuff up online and while the idea of doing those things with Garrett had been exciting, watching the act between other men hadn’t really done much for me. I still didn’t know what that meant for me, but now wasn’t the time to think about those things.
The idea of him fucking me, and filling me up, excited me. We were far from being ready for that. I don’t think he totally trusted my intentions yet. As far as he knew, this was all experimentation until I left in the fall. I still hadn’t told my family about turning down college yet, if dinner had been any indication.
Garrett grasped my right thigh and lifted it, wrapping it around his hip, causing our cocks to line up, and making me rut against him. The water from the shower added a glorious slide and my eyes rolled back as I continued to buck against him.
He grunted, gasped, and moaned as I made my own sounds. We probably sounded like a crazy porno to anyone who might enter the bathroom, but I gave zero fucks while he pressed against me.
All too soon he dropped my leg, and I whimpered at the loss of friction. He was too tall sometimes, and while it didn’t usually bother me, this was one instance where it became an issue.
“Turn around,” he ordered. I blinked in confusion. The hands on my shoulders guided me to turn around. “Put your hands on the wall.”
My breathing picked up. What was happening right now?
He dropped behind me, and my face was on fire when I felt his hands on my ass. I had a pretty good idea about what was about to happen because I’d seen a video of this. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but the reality that Garrett was about to put his mouth on me made me hot all over. My body vibrated with excitement.
His hands spread me open, and I dropped my forehead against the cool tile. The feeling of being so exposed was foreign, but I didn’t hate it with him. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to… taste me.
The first swipe of his tongue caused me to jolt, the muscles in my thighs and ass contracting away from the sensation. It was different, but I didn’tnotlike it. His hot breath against my pucker made me shiver before he worked his tongue against me again.
He didn’t pull back as he kept his face firmly where it was. I groaned as he worked the slick muscle past the tight ring of my entrance. The idea of this grossed me out, but the practice felt amazing and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I worked my hips back against his face, effectively riding it. Garrett held my hips in a loose embrace and helped guide them as he feasted on me. My cock was hard and leaking and I reached between my legs and wrapped my fist around it. I pumped in jerky movements with gasps falling from my lips at his probing tongue and relaxation coursing through me.
This was reckless. The idea that anyone could walk in and catch us doing this sent me spiraling closer to orgasm. Garrett’s hand slipped closer to my opening, his thumb pressed into my opening alongside his tongue, and it was enough to send me careening over the edge.
My upper body slumped against the wall of the shower and he stood behind me. The unmistakable sound of him masturbating made me turn to face him. It was so unfair that I didn’t get much of an opportunity to touch him.
Maybe it was brave or maybe it was stupidity, but I sank to my knees in front of him. His eyes widened in shock, but he braced a hand against the wall and I leaned in close, running the flat of my tongue along the slit at the tip of his cock. The salty taste that assaulted my tastebuds was sudden and not entirely unwelcome.
I’d barely closed my lips over his tip before his free hand was in my hair and he was cursing. My mouth flooded with his release and I tried my best to swallow, but it dribbled out the sides of my mouth and down my chin before the shower quickly washed it away.
Garrett pulled me to my feet, eyes searching mine. “Are you okay?” he asked, voice laced with concern.
I felt lightheaded, but I nodded. My body and mind were weightless and giddy. There were no regrets about what had just happened other than the fear that someone could have easily caught us. I didn’t really care that someone thought I was fucking around with another guy; it was that this was a very public place and I didn’t know if either of us could deal with the public indecency charge.
He sighed, grabbing my bottle of shampoo from the caddy I had hanging from the shower head. He quickly lathered my hair and then ran his soapy hands down my body. My dick tried to rally again, and I smirked because this was becoming a thing.
Garrett spun me underneath the shower head until I was totally rinsed and then set me down on the bench to the side, quickly washing himself down using my soap. Another little thrill rushed through me that he was going to smell like me for the rest of the night.
He turned off the shower once he finished and grabbed the towels from the other side of the door. I grabbed mine from his hands and we quickly dried off. The night was still warm, but we each dressed in a pair of sweats. Garrett slipped on a tank top while I put on my usual tee. We both kicked into a pair of flip-flops before making our way back to our tent.
The campgrounds were really quiet and I’m sure most people had turned in for the night, none the wiser to what we’d done in the showers. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was almost eleven thirty.
We lay side by side in the tent when Garrett suddenly pulled me back against his chest. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, more than fine. Why do you keep asking me that?”
He sighed, the puff of air disturbing my hair. “This is just… a lot. None of this is new to me.”
“But it’s new to me,” I finished for him. “Yeah, I get that. Garrett, if I was uncomfortable with any of it, I’d ask you to stop. You know that, right?”
