Page 45 of Flirting With Fire
As soon as we crossed the threshold, I let out a sigh, a sense of peace washing over me. Instead of awkward, the moment felt right. I turned to Meyer, my grin so wide I hoped he didn’t think me a lunatic.
“Help me out.”
Meyer held my gaze as he unbuckled his belt. I nodded, unbuttoning his shirt as he continued removing his khakis. We took off our remaining clothes and shoes—hesitant at first—but by the time we were down to our briefs, we were operating at top speed.
My jaw went slack once Meyer was completely nude. I’d already been able to tell how well he was built, with a hairless muscled chest, tight abs, and impressive biceps. But his hard, rosy-crowned cock was what demanded my attention. I wasn’t a size queen, but I was up for learning a new skill. Pre-cum leakedfrom Meyer’s slit, and I licked my lips again. I had a feeling I’d be doing that a lot from now on.
Meyer leaned in and slowly traced a finger down my chest to my navel, eliciting a soft moan from me. “You're so beautiful,” he said, the sound of his voice low and throaty.
“No.” I shook my head. “I’ve never met anyone as handsome as you. And I’ve never wanted anyone as much.”
Meyer’s brow creased, his eyes glimmering as he gathered me in his arms. My skin seemed to catch fire with the first press of Meyer’s body against mine, his hard length like a brand against my thigh. He used his strong hands to knead the muscles of my back, his palms roaming my frame before landing on my ass.
He gave my earlobe a quick nip before whispering, “Then let’s not waste any more time.”
I clasped his hand in mine, and we walked the short distance to the en suite bathroom. Not many changes had been made in there over the years, either. There hadn’t been any fancy upgrades with a walk-in shower, jet tub or modern cabinets. Just a good, old-school tub-shower combo with a tiled double sink done in royal blue and cream.
When we crossed the threshold, I was back to being nervous. Not because I was unsure of myself or his feelings for me. It was important to me that he felt comfortable in my house. It struck me that although I’d been in his childhood home many times since I was fifteen—had shared many nights there with his mom—he’d never once set foot in mine. The closest he’d gotten was when he and his jock buddies would come to the ranch and rent horses from my dad for a trail ride.
I leaned over the tub to get the shower ready. “How hot do you like it?”
I was met with his appraising stare when I glanced over my shoulder, his eyes fixed lower to where my ass was.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “As hot as you can take.” Meyer arched his eyebrows. “Oh wait, did you mean the water?” He grinned. “Maybe not too hot. We don’t want to get overheated right when things start getting good.”
I chuckled. “No, we definitely can’t have that.”
Once the water had heated up and we both approved of the temperature, Meyer stepped into the tub, holding out his hand to help me. I don’t know if it was in his nature from birth or if being a first responder and coming from a firefighter family was the reason. But everything about him made me feel protected and safe, cared for.
He pulled me into his arms beneath the spray of the warm, soothing water. His handling of me was gentler this time, but he was still as hard as I was. I reached up and ran my fingers through Meyer’s hair, and he leaned in for a kiss. I eagerly accepted it, our tongues dancing together as we fought for control of the exchange.
We reveled in each other’s bodies, trading kisses as we soaped each other up, teasing touches that took me to the brink. Meyer grasped both of our cocks in his fist, and I clutched his shoulders, my knees weakening slightly.
“With me, Dex.” He growled. “I want you in my mouth, but I need to take the edge off first.”
I nodded shakily, wrapping my fingers around his hand. We started slowly, long, leisurely pulls over our soap-slickened shafts, the ache in my balls building too quickly. If I was being truthful, my first orgasm with Meyer had been over a decade in the making. When I blew, it was going to be atomic.
Meyer picked up the pace of jacking us off, and I did my best to keep up. The friction was exquisite, his hand moving in almost perfect sync with mine. I groaned as he twisted his wrist on the upstroke, sparks of electricity skittering through my body.Our lips met in a messy, desperate kiss as we chased our release together.
“Damn, Dex,” Meyer panted against my mouth. “You feel amazing.”
I could only whimper in response, my senses on overload. Heat coiled low in my belly as Meyer’s movements became more frantic. I knew he was close, too.
“Come for me,” he urged, his voice rumbling in his chest.
That was all it took to push me over the precipice. I cried out as my orgasm washed over me in powerful waves. Meyer followed a few seconds later with a deep groan, spilling his cum over our fingers and mixing with mine before being washed away by the spray.
We clung to each other as we came down from our high, our breathing heavy. I bared my throat to him, and Meyer pressed soft kisses along my jaw and neck as our heart rates slowed. I didn’t want this moment to end, but my fingertips were already getting pruney.
“That was incredible,” he murmured as he dipped a finger into my crease.
I hummed in agreement, nuzzling in the crook of his neck. “You're incredible,” I protested.
“I’m not done with you yet, Dexter Chase. I need more.”
I squeezed the globes of his ass. “I appreciate your confidence in me, but a little recovery time would be good.” I shivered slightly. “And my old water heater is telling us it’s time to get out of the shower.”
Meyer rubbed his nose against my neck. “That’s okay. The rug will be easier on my knees than this tile.”
