Page 35 of Uncharted Desires
As I get up and walk away, he calls behind me, “Can I join?”
“Absolutely not.”
I close the bathroom door behind me—I don’t even know why I bother; he’s going to come—and run the shower, waiting for the stream to reach the right temperature before I hop in.
Groaning, I let the hot water wash over my tense muscles. I grab the shower gel and soap myself up from head to toe. And even though I knew this would happen, it still takes me by surprise when the shower door slides open and Blake's body crams next to mine.
My eyes are still closed as I lift my head to the stream and rinse my hair.
“It’s not exactly a two-person shower, you know?” I say when I’m done.
Blake is leaning against the tiled wall, his hands behind his back. The second my eyes drop to his still-prominent morning wood, my cock responds.
“Don’t mind me. I’m small, after all.”
I stare right at his cock. “I wouldn’t exactly call that small.”
There’s mischief in his grin as he pushes off the wall and takes a half step forward. That’s enough to put himself impossibly close to me. “Glad you noticed.”
I grab his shoulders and spin him around, dragging him under the stream.
Blake groans, his head falling back as I massage his shoulders. “Did you want something?” I say straight to his ear.
He pushes his hips back and wriggles them around until the head of my cock presses against his crack. “Not really. Why?”
I chuckle and reach for the shampoo bottle, barely able to shift around in the cramped space.
Steamy fog covers the shower walls, making the space feel even smaller.
“Close your eyes.”
I can’t see if he complies, but I pour the shampoo over his head anyway before threading my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp.
Blake’s relaxed moan sounds exactly the same as his sexual one and my cock twitches against his ass. He moans again.
After I’m done with his hair, I slide my soaped-up hands down his chest, wrapping my arms around him and massaging his skin.
It’s scary how well his frame fits into mine as he leans his body weight against me.
“Are yousureyou didn’t want anything?”
“Positive.” The tone of his voice contradicts his statement.
Holding him still with one arm, I move my other hand down and wrap it around his hard cock.
“On the other hand,” he rasps, words barely breaking through the rumble of water. “That works too.”
“I thought so.”
Blake drops his head back, wet hair falling on my shoulder as he bucks his hips, grinding against my erection as if he’s desperate to impale himself on it.
All my muscles tense, diminishing the effect of a hot shower, and it takes all the restraint I possess not to just say“Fuck it”and take him up on his wordless offer.
I give him a couple more strokes and give his chest a gentle slap. “Stand up straight.”
“Why?” he asks but complies, my dick crying at the loss of contact.
“Because,” I say as I put my hands on his ass and give it a little squeeze. I drop to my knees behind him. I’m not even sure he can hear me. “Because I said so.”
