Page 61 of Filthy and the Beast

“Can I wash you?” he asks.

I clear my throat. “Okay.”

Hot water flows down my skin. I hear Damian soaping up his hand; then his fingers drag across my cheeks, soaping my ass and down my crease. His touch glances against my hole, and I tense as sparks shoot up my spine.

“You good?” he asks, hands gentle on my ass.

“Yeah,” I manage, my dick pulsing and leaking. “Good.”

“You’re so hot. Your ass is so strong.” He gropes my cheeks, pulling them apart. “Could spend all day here.”

Unable to form words, I let out a shaky breath, and his lips brush my cheeks.

He goes slow and careful, giving me plenty of time to react. He kisses my globes, my thighs, drags his tongue around as he palms my balls. Orgasm already building, I shake with desire, totally exposed to Damian but trusting him.

When his tongue slides down my crease, my knees go weak.

He works his soapy fist to my erection, corkscrewing my shaft and stroking my underside, just the way I like it, until he finally kisses my rim. The sensation is soft but so electric, a tender explosion.

I slam my fist to the tile. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Hell yeah,” he moans, working my cock. “Just like that.”

He's beating himself, too, pumping us with the same rhythm. The grip on my dick is tight, but he keeps his lips and tongue soft, like when he whispers in my ear. The sensation almost isn't there, but strong enough to undo me.

Nerves I didn’t know existed. Parts of me so raw, it’s like being touched everywhere. The feeling is weird, hard to make sense of, but fucking good, too.

My wires are all crossed, sizzling and smoking.

Needing to feel him, I steady myself and reach a hand back. I find his shoulders and his head, stroking him as I groan, and Damian hums his appreciation.

My entire body quakes. Longing flows through my muscles, all taut, desire throbbing. Damian’s kiss is almost more than I can handle, and my balls draw up tight as I fight back my climax. “Oh fuck,” I groan, forehead hard against the tile as water beats me from above. “I’m close.”

Damian pumps our dicks faster. “Yeah,” he encourages, tongue swirling my rim. “Just like that.”

The orgasm ignites at my core, the gentle, steady work of Damian’s mouth like flickering flames scorching my nerves. I can’t even tell if I’m climaxing until white light floods my vision and my entire body convulses as I spray.

“Fuck!” I groan again, nearly falling.

Damian stands behind me. His hands on my chest, he pulls me tight, holding me while I shake. “So hot.” He strokes my pecs, playing with my nipples, drawing my orgasm out. “So fucking hot to feel you come with my tongue on your hole.”

My thoughts are cloudy. Can barely think. But he hasn’t had his orgasm yet, and my brain latches onto the need to satisfy him.

I pull him around. Kiss him first, realize a second later his mouth has been on my ass, and then a second after that realize I don’t care. Damian kisses me back until I get down on my knees.

As I take his gorgeous cock in my mouth, he gasps. I suck him just the way he likes, rolling my tongue against his crown, swallowing him down the best I can. I rub my hands all over his body, trying to show him how much I appreciate him, and soon enough, he shakes and pumps semen down my throat.

Everything comes back into focus. Soft light, water falling, steam.

Standing on wobbling knees, I kiss Damian again.

It feels right, exactly the way it should be, and I finally admit to myself how terrifying that is.

CHAPTERTWENTY

DAMIAN

“You’re hired.”

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