Page 30 of Bump and Run
“Just stand under the water while I take off my briefs. I want to soap you up, though, so wait for me.”
“Okay.”
Always so eager to please. Was he like this with everyone or just me? The way Travis called him a himbo echoed in my mind, and I gritted my teeth.
Jones wasn’t a himbo. He was more like a loveable golden retriever. I certainly couldn’t drive a car like he did tonight, and I doubted his friends could either.
Once I was naked, I stepped into the shower and closed the door behind me. Jones was standing under one of the showerheads, his eyes closed, and his shoulders relaxed. I took a second to soak him in, how beautiful he was, like awet dream, before I reached for the shampoo to squirt some into my hand.
“Turn around, Jonesy.”
His eyes popped open, then he smiled at me and did as I asked.
“You really were fantastic tonight.” I rubbed the soap into his wet hair, the rich scent of coconut filling the small space. “Flawless. I’ve never seen anyone handle a car like that.” I dragged my nails across his scalp, which caused him to whimper softly. I dropped my mouth closer to his ear. “Sexy, too.”
Jones’s entire body trembled against mine as he swung his head around to stare at me with blown-out pupils. “Chalie, can I touch you now?” His gaze darted to my cock before meeting mine.
“Rinse the shampoo out first.” I chuckled at his eagerness. How his fingers moved quickly through his blond hair to get out the soap. I tucked a finger beneath his chin. “Say it again for me.”
I saw the question in his eyes before Jones’s entire body flushed pink. “I’m yours.”
“Mm, yes, you are.” I slid my lips over his. “You want to touch me?”
Jones nodded eagerly. “Please, yes, I want to.” His entire body hummed with lust and need as he sank to his knees. “Is this okay?” He looked up at me with drops of water clinging to his lashes and cheeks.
“You want to put your mouth on me? Is that what you want?”
Just the thought of those soft, pink lips stretched around my cock had me aching to come. I would need to be gentle with Jones. He had never given a blowjob before. I was his first. Pride bloomed inside my heart, and I gently pushed the hair back from his face.
“Yes, please.” Jones stared up at me. “May I?”
Fucking hell. My throat grew tight with want “Jonesy.” I groaned his name as he leaned forward, his mouth inches from my dick. “Suck me, please, yes.”
I had to resist the urge to shove my cock down his throat the moment I felt his lips slide down my length. Jones had never done this before. I never wanted to hurt him or use him like that. He reached up to grip the base, his eyes still glued to mine as he tried to take more. I felt his tongue flatten against the underside while he bobbed up and down, a soft gagging noise escaping his throat.
“Easy, Bashful, you’re doing so good. Your mouth is heaven wrapped around me.” I tangled my fingers in his wet hair. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, Jonesy? So good to me. You’re mine, too. All mine. No one else gets to feel this hot mouth or touch your cock the way I do.” I watched his eyes widen at my words. “You like that, don’t you? Me claiming you.”
Jones nodded as he pushed me farther down his throat, only to pull back coughing and gasping for air. He sputtered as he tried to catch his breath but leaned forward to drag his tongue over my slit. He beamed up at me, and I smiled at him, my hands in his hair again.
“Am I doing a good job, Charlie?” he whispered, then sucked the tip back into his hot, wet mouth.
“The best job. The best... Fucking hell, Jones.” I groaned loudly as he began to work me over faster. “You’re such a good boy.” I echoed the words from a few moments ago and caught the way his ears burned pink. I combed my fingers through his curls as my hips canting like they had a mind of their own. “That’s it. I’m so fucking close. Suck me harder. Harder. There you go. Good boy.” His eyes flashed with heat. He braced his free hand against my thigh, the other one still locked around my shaft. “Jones, I’m going to come.”
A fireball of bliss raged up my spine and throughout my body as I let out a roar of satisfaction. Jones never let up as he sucked me to completion. He didn’t pull back; he didn’t stop, and he never took his eyes off mine as he drank down every last bit of cum I fed him. He pressed a kiss to the tip of my cock before he climbed to his feet and brushed his lips over mine.
“You taste good, Charlie.”
I grabbed him, and he squealed with surprise. “Get out of the shower.”
“Wh—why?”
“Out of the shower right now.”
Jones stared at me with big wide hazel eyes but did as I told him. He wrapped his arms around himself as I turned off the water and handed him a towel.
“Did I do something wrong?” he whispered.
When I turned to look at him, those eyes were no longer on me and were now focused on the carpet beneath him.
