Page 84 of Oleander
I place my hand in his, allowing him to help me step into the shower. It’s large enough for both of us to stand comfortably and move around.
The moment I step under the warm flow of water, I groan as it instantly relaxes my sore muscles. I ignore the slight sting in my side, knowing it’s good to wash the wounds.
Ander grabs a soft loofah and pours a small amount of soap onto it before gently washing me, skipping my stitches and only allowing the soapy water to run over it. He’s taking such great care of me, but I can’t help it when my dick hardens against my will. Even after everything that happened, I’m still an eighteen-year-old guy when it comes down to it. I’m horny, and I want to come.
“Allow me to wash your hair.”
“Mhm.Please,” I practically beg, even though he’s already offering.
A soft floral scent permeates the thick steam as Ander massages my scalp with long, nimble fingers. The relaxing sensation pulls a moan from deep within me. It feels incredible to have someone else wash my hair with such a careful and tender touch. My cock is throbbing, rapidly filling with blood until I’m so fucking hard, there’s no stopping it at this point. Ihaveto come. It’s become a medical need.
After Ander rinses my hair, I turn around, showing him my erection and stepping closer so he knows my intent.
“Are you sure? I don’t want it to be too much for you right now. You’ve practically been comatose all day. You’re injured, and your body is still weak,” Ander says with nothing but concern and devotion shining in his bright eyes. No teasing, no shade.Just pure kindness.
“And you’ve been through hell the same as me. I’m pretty sure we both deserve to come. We’ve earned it. Besides, you’re the one getting bent over and fucked, not me.”
Lust flares in his eyes like twinkling lights on a Christmas tree. He wants me.
Fuck.
I’m not going to last long. Not once I’m inside him. I reach down and grab us both in one hand, stroking us together as the warm water rushes over us.
“Lube,” I murmur into his mouth. “Do you have any?”
I peel my lips away from his and stare into his eyes. With the heat of the shower, I can’t tell if he’s blushing, but he might be. He pulls the curtain back and leans over to grab a small jar of what I’d guess is his homemade slave.
He was ready.
I take a moment to admire the curve of his firm ass. His nice little bubble butt makes me want to squeeze and massage it as I shove my cock between his cheeks.
“Here.” He’s definitely blushing despite the steam.
“I’m glad you came prepared, babe. Now, bend over and brace your hands against the tile.” Ander obeys, and my cock pulses. “Spread your legs,” I tell him.
I pour a dollop of lube onto my fingers and spread it through his crease and around his hole, teasing him before I penetrate him. I press a single digit into him, swirling my finger inside.
Oleander groans loudly, and I use my free hand to cover his mouth. I’m not sure who could be out there listening. I continue to finger his ass, adding a second and even a third. His chest heaves, his muffled moans driving me wild.
I finally remove my fingers from his ass and keep my hand over his mouth as I press the head of my cock to his entrance and surge forward in one unforgiving thrust.
Ander bites down on my fingers, nearly drawing blood as I’m pressed to the hilt inside of him. Our bodies merge and become one. I let go, and he drops his head, his chest heaving as I pull out and push back in slowly this time. Ander quietly moans, nothing too loud, and I begin to pick up my pace, easily fucking him as the warm shower cascades over my shoulders, relaxing my muscles.
This is heaven.
Ander’s ass is heaven.
“I love you,” I tell him abruptly, unable to keep the thoughts to myself. Ander’s hole squeezes me like a vice as he comes from the power of my words.
“I. Fucking. Love. You,” I grunt as I pound into him four more times before stilling as I spill my seed deep inside of him. I fill him up with the most epic release of my life despite the added pain.
I pull out and spin him around. His eyes are droopy, but I stare intently, waiting for a response. I need to hear it.
“I love you too,” he whispers, completely out of breath.
I slam my lips to his and grab him under his thighs, urging him to hop up and wrap his legs low around my waist, still disregarding my wound. Our cocks grind together, hardening once again.
“Will you be my boyfriend?” I whisper into his mouth, water continuing to rain down on us and drip into our open mouth kisses.
