Page 63 of True Sight
“We should probably getinthe shower, you know,” I whisper against his lips.
“Yeah, we probably should. Come on, we’ll go together.” He holds me against him and brings his lips to my neck, kissing it softly while guiding us into the steaming shower. As the water hits us, he moves so that my back is against the wall and he’s pressing me into it. He kisses me deeply, his tongue mixing with mine as the water fully encases us. My insides burn as my skin is warmed by the hot water. I always pride myself on being a logical person, but nothing is logical about the way he makes me feel—safe and seen and cared for—and he is the first person to make me feel this way outside of my immediate friend group.
My friends. What will they think about this?Their faces flash in front of my eyes for the briefest of seconds and I pull away to collect myself.
“Conrad, are you okay?” He stops to look at me, his voice full of concern.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I reply while nodding my head.
“Are you sure? We can stop if it’s too much.” He takes a step away from me and waits.
“It’s not too much.” I reach my hand out and grab his neck to pull him back into me. When our lips meet again and I press my tongue into his mouth, he groans deeply. Our cocks press into one another, needy and at attention. I drop my hand to his cock and wrap my hand around it, slowly starting to move it up and down. He groans again, filling theshower with the sounds of his pleasure, and brings a hand to my hair. He grips it tightly as I start to work him faster and bring his free hand to my cock and he starts to work me too.
I pull my lips from his and growl, “Jesus, you’re good at that.”
“I have a few years of experience,” he replies with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Am I doing it how you like? I want to make you feel good, like you make me feel good.”
He releases my hair and brings his hand over mine, guiding me to show me how he likes it. “You’re doing a very good job, love. Now be a good boy and get me off with your hand.”
“I wish that name didn’t make me as hot as it does,” I groan as his hand starts to get me off. My teeth find the top of his shoulder and I bite into his flesh as I feel myself grow in his hand.
He leans in and speaks into my ear. “That’s a good boy, I know you want to finish. I feel you getting harder for me.”
A guttural moan comes from the back of my throat as he takes me completely over the edge and I finish in his hand. Still guiding me, his hand moves mine as I work his hard cock and it isn’t long before he reaches his finish too. He moans and forces his lips to my own as he does and I feel his entire body shake and shudder.
“You’re a very fast learner,” he quips as he works to catch his breath. The water continues to pour over us from the showerhead and I’ve never been so grateful for excellent water pressure.
“You’re a very good teacher,” I say back, leaning in and kissing his neck.
He chuckles before pulling away to look at me. “We should probably shower now.”
“Probably, yeah. And stop wasting so much water.”
“I’m sorry, but I just had a great time and when a great time is had, there is no such thing as wasting.”
I only smirk at him before turning around to grab the shampoo bottle. We both take turns washing our hair and getting clean, stealing kisses from one another as we do. At one point he even massages the conditioner into my hair after telling me I haven’t done it the proper way. This is another first for me—showering with another person. I mentally add it to the growing note of firsts I’m collecting because of him. One of many to have already happened and hopefully, I think to myself, many more to come.
Our mid-morning meetingquickly becomes a whole day affair. After we shower and get dressed, we both agree that we’re starving and order dinner. After eating, we take Annie for a walk and are now on the couch in the same position we had been this weekend—with him lying on top of me, his head on my chest. I have a piece of his auburn hair between my thumb and index finger and am twirling it in small circles.
“What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re not working?” he asks and I can feel his voice vibrate against my chest.
“Hangout with my friends,” I answer quickly.
“What do you guys do when you hangout?” He twists his head around and looks at me with his chin pressing into my chest.
“We sometimes go to my friend Malcolm’s bar. His mentor left it to him after he passed so he’s there a lot.”
“I’m sorry for his loss, that must have been hard.” The somber tone of his voice reminds me of just how hard it was for Malcolm just earlier this year.
“Yeah, it was hard but he’s strong. One of the strongest people I know, actually.” I laugh to myself just thinking about what Malcolm would do if he heard me speaking about him like this. Probably make some stupid remark and call me ‘Connie’ which would annoy me and make me want to throat punch him.
“And when you’re not at the bar?”
I pause and think about it, twirling his hair a few more times. “When we aren’t at the bar we usually play games together.”
This catches his attention and he pushes himself up a little further. “Games? What kinds of games?”
