Page 6 of M.M. Scrooge
He’s not wrong. I’m covered in my sweat and appreciate the chance to wash before we bump our love bits. But to do this, I have to let go of his cock, which is really a shame. We were just getting to know one another.
On the wall hang three plastic rectangles of product, each with a different colored gelatinous goo inside. I pump a dollop of mint-green shampoo into my palm and work up a generous lather. Max does the same.
I shut my eyes to wash my hair and face.
“I’ll take care of these.” His hand brushes my cock, reaches beneath, and slides over my balls, sudsing them up.Yes, please.With darkness behind my eyelids and the rushing water in my ears, the sensation of his fingers on my most sensitive parts dominates my brain, overloading it. I spread my legs to give him more room. His quest leads straight to my hole, edging the rim.
“Fuck.” I breathe the word out like the request that it is, then curse myself for not bringing a condom. After this, I’m stashing them everywhere.
“Like that?” Max rumbles, his voice gone husky.
“Yeah, I like that.” His slippery fingers continue to tease my entrance while I use the shampoo to wash the rest of me. No time for soap. It’s all the same anyway. My palms itch for Max. When I’ve done a cursory job on myself, I pump conditioner into my hands and work it over the length of his cock.
Our balls are going to smell like cucumber melon citrus breeze, and I’m totally okay with that.
My nerves jitter, skipping in my stomach and prickling in my throat. I haven’t gotten off with a new partner in ages. My lust for him overcomes any qualms, though, because I’m turning in his welcome grip and thrusting my ass and the backs of my thighs in the direction of his waiting cock.
I glance over my shoulder, biting my lip in a way I hope is sexy. “Go on. Try me.”
He slaps my ass. The sting makes me gasp. “On your toes.”
I rise up, happy to oblige.
Max’s spongy head nudges between my legs. “Been a while since I’ve done it this way.” He chuckles against the back of my neck. “High school.”
Ha! In high school, the sum total of my sexual exploits included my own hand and an embarrassing amount of internet porn. But I’m not going to tell Max that.
He fucks between my thighs. His cock is rock hard for me, rubbing along my perineum and massaging my balls. The fruity conditioner allows a slick, luxurious slide of his flesh along mine. Feels amazing. My dick agrees, bobbing up as if pleading for some action of its own.
Max grunts, squeezes a five-fingered bruise into my hip, and pistons himself like a jackhammer. What would that massive cock feel like inside me? Hopefully, I’ll get to find out. Even halfway through round one, I already know I want a round two with Max, and I’ll be seeing a lot of him, what with my top-dollar gold membership plan. If I knew it came with this perk, I’d have signed on months ago.
My chest presses rhythmically into the cool tile. Hot water streams down my back. Max’s hard cock thrusts between my thighs. If this isn’t heaven, then I’ll gladly take hell.
My balls bounce on the joyride that is Max’s jabbing cock. Mine throbs and twitches for attention. I’m not above handling things myself, but Max has such meaty, powerful hands I’d rather he do it for me.
I arch my back to its limit, reaching overhead to rake my nails through his short hair and hang on to his nape for dear life. “Make me come, Max.”
“At your service.” He grabs my dick and finds a swift rhythm, just shy of too much. To reward him, I squeeze my thighs together even tighter. We groan in tandem, a lusty chorus of two, both of us on that desperate edge of release and straining to prolong it.
His teeth scrape my neck as his fist works my cock. My eyes shutter closed. Flashing lights decorate the backs of my lids. My balls draw tight.
Max comes first with a burst of staccato grunting and quaking thrusts. His cock swells, pulsing its seed, and I follow, my release splattering the gray tiles with white ribbons of cum. I shake with the pleasure of it, the white-hot bliss, the mind-blowing euphoria, intense even in its brevity.
My body melts against Max’s. He holds me up with an arm around my middle. Fucked stupid, that’s me. I let my thighs relax and my heels drop. His cock slips from my thighs.
We’re both panting, hearts beating wildly, his pounding against my back. Good to know I managed to give him a workout too. Moments pass when I listen to the calming rush of water. Max’s breath ghosts hot on my shoulder. My body trembles with aftershocks.
Max stiffens.
I gulp in a deep breath and turn for another kiss, but he’s already moving away. He pumps a glob of soap into his hand and washes up. I should maybe rinse off too but can’t be troubled. Feeling too good to care about the mix of conditioner and semen coating my inner thighs. Feeling like I’m gonna sleep great tonight. Feeling like Max is just the sort of self-care I need in my life.
I’m leaning against the tiles, still collecting myself, as he pats my shoulder and exits the shower stall. What? No cuddle? No post-hot-sex make out? Should have guessed Max wasn’t the type, but it still stings.
Blinking, I rally. No fun being in here all by myself. I rinse quickly and turn off the tap, then follow him out. He’s already toweling himself dry, his back to me. Damn, his ass is as fine as the rest of him. I wonder if Max ever bottoms because…
“Hurry up, if you don’t mind. I gotta lock up and get out of here.”
Oh. Well, all right. We’re suddenly in a hurry. Disappointment sits heavy in my gut but whatever. His casual is clearly a lot less friendly than my casual.
