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Twenty-five
Henley
I can see him through the steam-frosted door, standing in the middle of the bathroom, bare chest heaving slightly, like he’s have trouble breathing. Like he can’t decide if he should follow me or run away. I wash my hair with the drug-store brand shampoo he has and try not to think about what my hair is going to look like when it dries, hoping the generous amount of conditioner I dump on it will be enough to keep me from looking like Bozo the clown.
Just when I think that I’ve risked clown hair in vain, Conner makes up his mind. I watch him jerk his pants off the rest of the way. He’s thinner than the last time I saw him. Naked, I can see the corded tendons that attach lean muscle to hard bone from here. I feel my breath stall in my throat when my gaze drifts down the length of him, catching sight of the thick, hard cock jutting out from between his hips.
It’s huge.
Before the thought can even register, he moves again, this time swiping a towel off the shelf above the toilet before pulling the shower door open and stepping inside, pulling it shut behind him.
For a moment, neither of us say anything. We just watch each other through the thick curls of steam that swirl between us, long enough to think maybe this was a mistake. Maybe—
“I want to fuck your mouth.” He drops the folded towel on the shower floor between us, soaking it instantly. “Yes or no?”
My throat collapses in on itself, making speech nearly impossible so I nod.
Yes.
So much fucking yes.
His jaw goes tight, the muscle flexing when he clenches his teeth.
I drop to my knees, positioning them on the towel before looking up. At eye level, his cock looks even bigger. Huge seems inadequate to describe what’s in front of me.
Intimidating would be more accurate.
“I—” I raise my gaze to find him looking down at me, his eyes dark and fixed on my mouth.
“I’m clean,” he says softly, the sound of his voice nearly lost under the rush of water. “I got tested again a few weeks ago just to be sure and there hasn’t been anyone else… I can get a condom if you want.” I watch the hand hanging at his side tighten into a fist. He’s angry. Not at me. At himself. He thinks my hesitation is about him. Who he’s been with. How many.
I’m filthy.
“I was jealous.” I reach up to wrap my hand around his shaft, pumping my hand from base to tip. He groans, deep in his throat while his cock gives a hard jerk, clear liquid seeping from its tip. He throws a hand up, bracing himself against the tile wall above my head. “I wasn’t afraid you were going to give me something—that’s not why I asked you to stop sleeping with other women. I was just…” I look up to find him watching me. I don’t look away. “I watched you take that girl into your office and I got jealous.”
“I didn’t.” He cups my jaw, his callused thumb skimming across my bottom lip. “I didn’t touch her. I know what it looked like, but I swear—”
I don’t know if I believe him. All I know is that I don’t care.
That it doesn’t matter.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” I look down, heat rushing across my chest and face, hotter than the air around me. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Me either.” I look up to see him looking down at me, the corner of his mouth lifted in the same smile that used to stop my heart. Still does. “But I think we can figure it out.”
Me either.
It confuses me. Makes my heart race. Surely, he can’t mean what I think he means. It’s not what it sounds like.
“It’s okay.” He shakes his head, his beautiful face collapse into a frown while his hand covers mine. “You don’t have to—”
I lean forward to run the flat of my tongue up the length of him, tracing it over the pulsing vein that runs from base to tip.
“Christ,” he groans, his hips jerking forward in response, while his hands wrap themselves in my wet hair. Encouraged by his response, I tighten my grip and move, pumping up and down the length of his cock. Exploring, I skim the tip of my tongue around the head, reveling in how soft he feels. How salty he tastes.
I want more.
I part my lips, taking him into my mouth, pulling him into my throat as far as I can, sucking and licking every inch of him I can reach while my hand keeps rhythm with my mouth, pumping and stroking his shaft.