I’m fucking ash.
My cock twitches and a low rumbling moan escapes me as my orgasm rushes through me. I erupt across his cock and chest, which sets Simon off, his own release joining the mess on his body.
And then it’s over, leaving the two of us tangled, our chests heaving, our bodies trembling.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, releasing the hold I have on us and swiping a fingertip through the puddle on his chest.
He watches me through hooded lashes as I bring it up to my face and poke out my tongue, tasting us.It’s not…it’s not bad, I think as I stick my entire finger into my mouth. Simon’s breath stops as he watches me, our eyes slamming into each other’s.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters, and I smirk at him.
“Yeah, ditto.”
I lean over and grab a box of tissues, wiping Simon up as best I can and as soon as I do, he sits up.
“Where are you going?” I ask, and he turns his head to look at me.
“I can’t stay.”
If it was any other time, I’d let him go, but not now. I walk over to where he’s sitting and grab his hand, pulling him up.
“No. We’re going to shower and then I’m going to make you breakfast.”
His eyes dart away from mine and he chews on his bottom lip. In his hesitation, I drag him toward the bathroom and reach into the medicine cabinet, pulling out my toothbrush. I slide some paste onto it and hand it over to Simon who is watching me intently.
“Go on. You sucked my dick. This is child’s play.”
He takes it and slowly places it in his mouth, and something about this makes my heart flutter in my chest. My body moves behind his, my hands splaying on his hips. I glance in the mirror and see our bodies connected, and I press my lips against his neck.
His body shudders as he scrubs at his teeth and when he bends over to rinse his mouth, his ass presses against my groin so deliciously that I let out a groan.
Is this what it would be like to fuck him? To have him bent over and taking all of me?
Simon stands up and hands me the rinsed toothbrush before moving to the shower and turning it on. I quickly scrub at my teeth as he tests the water and steps inside, and I quickly follow, moving into the steaming enclosure without a word. He hands me the soap and starts washing, and my eyes are glued to his hands brushing across his skin. I can’t look away.
“Can I wash you?” he asks softly, and I nod, my throat working furiously as he steps closer, the bar of soap in his hands. He lathers it and then his palms are on my chest, rubbing small, gentle circles across me, up to my neck and then down to my abdomen. His lips are parted, his gaze following each stroke of his hands, and when he makes it to my cock, he strokes my half-hard length and rolls my balls in his palm.
I spread my legs a little wider as he slides his hand farther behind, past my taint to my ass.
I grab on to him tightly, not stopping him but grounding myself. His finger skims past my hole, and I let out a choked grunt when he does it again.
And then his hand is gone and he’s on his knees washing my legs. The sight of him down there, the water rushing over his body makes my cock fill. It juts out, trying to get into his mouth once more. But he doesn’t give me the satisfaction, just stands back up and pulls me under the spray, rinsing me off.
His hands glide up my back as he hugs me. It’s a long-drawn-out squeeze that feels like a goodbye before he moves away. Turning the water off, he steps around me and grabs us a couple towels.
Simon quickly dries off, and I follow him, my body still damp as we move into the bedroom.
“I really need to go, Wesley,” he says, dropping the towel and pulling on his pants.
“Do you have a shift or something?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest as I watch him get more and more un-naked.
“I just have…I have obligations.”
I don’t know what that means so I lean against the door, blocking his way out. I won’t make him stay, but I’m growing tired of this back and forth.
“Meet me after?” I ask and his movements falter.
He finds his shirt discarded on the floor and pulls it over his head.