Page 54 of Taking Care of You
I’m not sure if he’s asking what I think he is, but I go with it. Taking a step back, I open the door wider, stepping to the side so he can come in. He exhales roughly, the tension leaving his body as he steps inside.
I shut the door, wringing my hands in front of me. “Did you …” I stop to swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “Did you need something or … want to get in with me?”
A month ago, I never would have asked that question. I probably wouldn’t have opened the door with just my towel on or invited him inside either.
Swallowing thickly, Ethan says, “Can I … shower with you?”
Fuck, he’s just as nervous as I am. Strangely, that makes me feel better. If he were cocky or too self-assured, I think I would have felt intimidated. Knowing he’s as out of his element as I am puts us on equal footing.
Nodding, I walk over to the shower, let out a deep breath and drop my towel. I don’t turn to face him as I open the door and step inside, standing under the spray. My heart is hammering in my chest as I wait for Ethan to join me. I’m not sure what will happen next, what to expect.
The shower door opens and the cool air hits my heated skin as it swirls around the space. When the door shuts, Ethan walks up behind me, wrapping an arm around my chest and pulling me against him. I gasp as I feel his thick cock against my back.
Fuck, he feels so big. A lot bigger than I thought it would be. Not only long, but girthy as shit. I dimly wonder how, if we got there—and it seems like a real possibility—how his dick willfit inside me. Nothing bigger than two fingers has been in me before. Two ofmyfingers.
My fingers aren’t very big.
Ethan kisses my neck gently, his lips barely ghosting over my skin. I moan, pushing back into him as he teases me with his pillow-soft lips.
“Is this okay?” he asks, one his hands drifting up and down my belly.
I nod quickly, draping a hand around the back of his neck, telling him without words that I want more of his lips on me.
Chuckling, Ethan goes back to kissing along my neck, his hand drifting lower and lower. My cock juts out from my body, begging Ethan to wrap his hand around it. My mouth isn’t able to form the words, but I’m hoping he understands what I want.
After teasing me, brushing just over the thatch of curls surrounding my cock and drifting down to my thigh, Ethan finally glides his hand up my shaft, pumping me off gently.
Yes.This is exactly what I want. I want so much more, but his hand on me feels fucking phenomenal.
“Ethan…” I whimper.
“Want me to stop?” he murmurs against my neck.
“Please don’t,” I whisper back, barely able to form words while he touches and kisses me like he is.
Holy fuck, it feels better than I could have ever imagined. I can’t think, my brain unable to comprehend the pleasure I’m feeling right now. My cock is rock hard, leaking precum as Ethan jerks me at a maddeningly slow pace. I can feel my orgasm rising higher, stronger than any release I could give myself.
Ethan rolls his hips into me, his dick pressing against my back. He’s hot and hard, the thick shaft of him pushing into my skin, adding to my pleasure.
Ethan licks up to my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth and sucking gently. I hiss, pushing my hips harder into hishand. “I’ve been thinking about you like this for a long time,” he whispers. “You feel good against me, creep. So good.” His tongue assaults my neck again and I whimper, wondering how I got so lucky.
He jerks my dick in firm, sure strokes, kissing more of my neck when I toss my head back to lean against his shoulder. I bite my bottom lip, trying to keep the moans in, but that doesn’t help. When he does this twist thing with his hand, I groan embarrassingly loud. So loud that it rebounds off the walls, bouncing around the space over and over.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my neck, moving his hand faster. “That feel good?” I nod as best I can, not trying to keep the noises in anymore. I don’t know why I even wanted to.
He does that twist thing with his hand again and I feel my balls draw up to my body.
“Oh, Ethan. I’m gonna…gonna come. Oh…”
My body shudders as I orgasm, hot ropes of my come spurting from me, landing all over his hand and on the shower floor. While I’m coming, Ethan talks me through it, telling me how good I did for him, and how hot I am.
I sag against his body and he lets my dick go when I wince from oversensitivity.
He turns my chin around so I can kiss him. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, but I don’t care, so long as his lips are on me.
When I get strength back in my legs, I twist around in his arms and put my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss.
I feel his hard dick brushing against me and I shakily reach down and grab him. I moan at the feel of him.
