Page 36 of Uncharted Desires
If my words don’t reach him, my actions certainly do. I spread his ass cheeks and run my thumb around his rim, making him shiver despite the temperature.
And when I lean in and place a tiny kiss right where my thumb just was, his head snaps back, and he looks down at me, wide-eyed.
Winking, I stick the tip of my tongue out and press it against his rim.
Blake’s hands shoot forward, and he puts them against the wall in front of him, muttering something I can’t quite catch, his words eaten up by the water.
I try not to focus on the fact that this is probably his first time as I flatten my tongue and slide it along his crack.
But if I’m, in fact, the first, I have to make sure he’ll never be able to forget it.
Spreading his cheeks wider, I do a few more laps around his entrance before stiffening my tongue and pushing it against his hole.
His muscles are flexed, closing off the access, so I reach around his hips and grab his cock, giving it a few rough pulls.
Blake moans, his head falling forward, and I push my tongue again. And this time, he’s able to let loose.
I alternate between darting the tip of my tongue inside him and licking the skin around his hole, all the while stroking his cock that jerks in my hand.
His legs shake. If he’s about to collapse, that’s what will happen—there’s nothing for him to grab for support.
I move to sink my teeth into his ass cheek before resuming my assault on him with my tongue.
He’s a whimpering mess. His head lolls from side to side, the ring of muscles around his entrance progressively getting looser, allowing me in.
The pressure within me builds rapidly, and once it reaches a monumental size, I use my other hand to stroke my cock, moaning against his flesh at the first jolt of relief.
I close my eyes, no longer able to keep the water from flowing in and double down on my actions, darting my tongue in and out of him freely now, twisting my palm around the head of his cock.
His orgasm takes me by surprise—sudden, premature, and nothing short of overwhelming, as his muscles clench around my tongue and his hips bolt back.
My balls ache, drawing impossibly close to my body, and it’s all I can do to stop from coming as well, not willing to miss a second.
Blake’s head shoots up and he lets out a scream that echoes off the bathroom walls.
Rising to my feet, I wrap one arm around his chest, keeping him upright, while I continue to stroke him.
My cock lodges between his cheeks and I can no longer stop myself, bucking my hips forward a few times, my length sliding along his slippery body, and just as Blake’s muscles begin to go slack, I squeeze my eyes shut and shoot my load all over his ass.
And now it’s me who needs support. I collapse against the wall behind me, dragging Blake’s body with me, my knees threatening to give up.
Breathing heavily, I drop my forehead on his shoulder, and for the longest time, we just stand there, our legs barely supporting us, hot water washing away any proof of what went down.
Blake’s the first one to speak. “See?” he says, his breath still coming strong, audible even through the noise that surrounds us. “We just preserved one shower worth of water.”
I chuckle against his flesh, reach blindly for the tap and kill the stream.
“Alright, Mr. Efficient. I’m sure that was your intention.”
“That’s right. Unlike some, I do care about the environment.”
Sighing heavily, I push off the wall, positioning us both upright, and slide the shower door open, cold air biting harshly into my skin. “Ready for that lunch yet?”
After we dry ourselves off, we walk out of my tiny bathroom, still naked, and gather up the clothes we discarded all over the floor last night.
I can’t tear my eyes off Blake’s ass as he pulls on his underwear and pants, but before he can throw on his t-shirt, he pauses next to my bed and tilts his head to the side, eyeing my acoustic longingly.
“Fine,” I say, rolling my eyes as I walk around him and pick up the guitar. I sit on my bed and put it on my lap. “What do you want to hear?” His face lights up like a Christmas tree. “I’m no virtuoso, though. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
