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I turned around and licked my lips. This was fucking tiny.

He was well over six feet and so was I, with muscles, and the shower was built for one person. Not two tall men.

“W-what are you doing?” he whispered, shifting on his feet like a nervous teenager.

I take it back. I was glad the shower was tiny, and I could press against him so easily. My semi brushed against the hard tent on his pants, and he took a sharp breath trying to back away. He was going to slip, and he did, but I shot my arm out and grabbed him before he could smack his head on the tiles.

“Oh, I think someone already used the pool, babe.”

Fuck me. Why does it have to be my ex, Aaron, out of all the people to come to the pool? That means… his fiancé also came.

Just fucking great.

I groaned in the man’s chest and held him close. He smelled really nice. Clean and musky with a hint of rain forest.

“What—”

I glared at him. “Shh.”

“It’s alright. We will swim for a while and grab breakfast with others.” Their voices were muffled. “Do you think…”

I turned on the shower and the man in the glasses pouted at me. What the fuck? Well… he wasn’t pouting exactly, but he looked so sad, and his bottom lip jutted out as water fell on us, slowly drenching his clothes.

“If you keep pouting like that, I won’t be able to stop,” I whispered to him, scrunching his shirt underneath my hands.

“S-stop what?” He asked, his eyes fleeting down to where our hips were pressed against each other. His glasses were covered in drops of water, so I gently plucked them off. His eyes widened, and he leaned close to take them back from me, but I held them behind my back.

“Give them back!” He whispered as the voices in the locker room faded, but I wanted to tease him.

“Or what?” I drawled, eyeing his white shirt getting drenched and showing off his lean muscular form. I bit my lip. “You gonna suck my cock like you did that night?” His eyes gleamed with hot lust, and I continued, pressing him more. “Remember what a good boy you were, trying to deep throat me on your first try and swallowing all my cum, hm?”

“Fuck you,” he said harshly, his voice breathy and husky. He was about to open the door, but his shoe slipped, making me grunt as we both fell on the wet tile floor.

“Fuck, can’t you see where you’re walking?” I snapped, pulling back from his chest and glaring at his handsome face. Water sprinkled around us as he leaned against the wall with me on top of him, straddling his hips. Fuck. He was so hard. The heavy, hot feeling of him felt good underneath me. It was different than the softness of Anna’s thighs and skin.

“I can’t!” He snapped back, running a hand down his face. “I’m not wearing my glasses, because someone took them.”

I stared at him as he glared. His lashes were long, droplets falling from them, his brown eyes bright and soft. Angular nose with high cheekbones and sharp jaw with stubble.

His throat bobbed as he squirmed underneath me, making me groan when our cocks rubbed against each other. Only his wet pants separating us.

I bit my lip, leaning closer to his face. “I want to kiss you, pretty boy.”

Kyle

Kiss me.

I wanted to arch up and beg him to press his lips against mine. But it was… wrong. I shouldn’t have been there. Sprawled on the floor with a shower drenching my clothes and the handsome man straddling my hips with his pretty cock and piercing gliding in the overhead lighting.

Pretty cock? He’s rubbing off on me.

Literally.

My lips parted and a moan slipped out when my shaft pressed against the confines of my pants. Oh god.

His eyes were wide, and I was glad he was leaning close so I could see him clearly without needing my glasses. I tried to shift, but his weight pressed me down. I bit my bottom lip, watching his large palm glide down my soaked shirt to my pants.

“Oh?” He purred, his voice husky and deep. It was seductive and I wanted to arch up to him. Hear him moan like he did that night. “You want this. Look how hard your cock is straining against your pants.”