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“Jesus, baby,” he groans. “Your hole’s eager for me, huh?”
A flush crawls over my skin, but it’s not embarrassment this time; it’s need. It’s want. It’s so consuming, I can’t swallow it down.
“Yes,” I breathe. “More… ready for more.”
He slides in a second finger, scissoring them open, then a third. My hips rock into his touch, chasing the pressure, the stretch, the heat. I can’t remember what the hesitation felt like earlier because all I feel now is him everywhere.
“I want more,” I beg. “Please, Nash.”
CHAPTER 28
Nash
Ilove nothing more than hearing those words leave Caleb’s mouth—and everything my baby desires, he gets.
“You want that slutty little hole filled?”
“Yes. Fuck me, Nash. I’m ready,” he pants, eyes heavy with lust, hands braced on the wet tile.
“Right here?” I tease, palming his ass. “Or want to go to the bed?”
“Now,” he begs. “Here. Please.”
That’s all I need to hear. I pull my fingers out of him, and push him forward until his chest meets the shower wall. Water slides down his back, pooling in the dips of his spine, and I step in behind him, lining myself up.
“Ass out. Hands on the wall. Keep your back arched for me, just like that,” I order. I went back to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table to bring in here, just in case, and I’m glad I did. “And don’t even think about touching yourself until I say so.”
He groans, doing exactly as he’s told while I rub lube over my cock and his hole, trying to get him ready. I grip his hipsand nudge the head of my cock to his entrance. He gasps as I ease in slowly, letting him feel every inch until I’m buried to the hilt. He’s tight, warm, and so goddamn perfect. The way he sucks me in makes it nearly impossible to hold back.
Once I’m fully inside him, I pause, letting us both feel it.
“You okay?” I check in, making sure this is still what he wants.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, forehead resting against the tile. “So good.”
I slide almost all the way out before driving back in, watching the way the muscles in his back tighten with every stroke. His body moves with mine, hips pushing back, greedy for more, and I give him exactly what he wants. The pace builds fast and hard, the slap of our bodies echoes through the steam-filled shower.
“Fucking hell,” he cries out. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck—yes.”
I shift one hand from his hip and bring it down on his ass, once, then again, rougher. The sound rips through the space and he moans. My fingers tangle in his soaked hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back so my mouth can find his ear.
“You take everything I give you so well, baby,” I praise. “The way this hole grips me? You were made to take my cock, my perfect little slut.”
He whimpers, so far gone now he can barely string words together. Just that need in his voice, that shake in his hands as he braces himself against the wall, tells me everything.
“Please,” he grits out. “Fuck.”
He’s gasping for air, cheeks flushed from the heat and the force of my thrusts, mouth open like he’s begging for more, even when he can’t find the words as I release his hair.
His back is still arched perfectly, just like I told him, water streaming over every inch of his bare skin. His whole body isrocking forward with every slam of my hips, then jerking back again like he never wants me to leave as he fucks himself on my cock.
My grip tightens on his hips, pulling him harder into me, each thrust slamming home. He sobs out a moan when I shift my angle and hit that spot inside him that makes his knees nearly buckle.
“There,” he gasps. “Fuck, Nash—there—right there?—”
“You want me to stay right there?” I murmur darkly, leaning over him, lips brushing the shell of his ear. My wet chest is flush against his back, my cock buried so deep he can barely breathe.
“Please—don’t stop—don’t stop—fuck,” he moans.
