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NINETEEN

SEBASTIAN

I n the steaming shower, I'm on my knees, the water cascading over me like a waterfall, as I worship the most perfect ass I've ever seen.

Derrick's leaning against the tiled wall, his forehead pressed to the cool surface, hands fisted at his sides.

His moans echo off the walls, hidden beneath the drumming of the rainfall shower heads.

I grip his cheeks, spreading them wide, and dive in, my tongue circling his hole, devouring him like a starving man.

His body trembles, muscles tensing under my touch.

I can feel his moans more than hear them, his body vibrating with each sound.

I flatten my tongue, licking him from his taint to the top of his crack, then back down again.

His fists clench tighter, knuckles turning white, as he pushes his ass back, begging for more.

"Fuck, Bast," he groans, the words ripped from his throat. I smile against his skin, knowing I'm driving him wild. I want to draw out every ounce of pleasure from his body, want to make him feel as crazy as he makes me.

I press the tip of my tongue against his hole, wiggling it just slightly, teasing him.

His breath hitches, and he pushes back again, trying to force me deeper.

I chuckle, the sound reverberates through him and give him what he wants.

I stiffen my tongue, pushing it inside him, fucking him with it.

His moans grow louder, his body shuddering with each thrust.

My dick is rock hard, aching with need, but I ignore it.

This is about him, about his pleasure. I reach around, wrapping my fist around his dick, stroking him in time with my tongue.

His hips jerk, fucking my hand and my face at the same time.

The water makes everything slick and smooth, our bodies sliding against each other like silk.

I could stay here forever, on my knees, pleasuring him. There's something about Derrick that makes me want to give him everything, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. He's gotten under my skin, into my head, and I can't get him out. Not that I want to.

His body tenses, his dick pulsing in my hand. He's close, so fucking close. I want to taste him, want to feel him come apart in my mouth. I pull back, spinning him around and taking his dick deep into my throat. His hands fly to my back of my head, gripping it tightly as he fucks my mouth.

"Oh God, Bast," he moans, his head thrown back, eyes closed. "I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

I hum around his cock, encouraging him, and he explodes. His hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow every drop, loving the taste of him, the feel of him. His body shudders as I milk him dry, his grip on my nape loosening.

I stand up, wrapping my arms around him, holding him close. His head falls to my chest, his breathing ragged. I kiss the top of his head, a soft, gentle touch, a stark contrast to the wild passion of moments ago.

"That was. . ." he starts but can't seem to find the words. I smile, knowing exactly what he means.

"Yeah," I agree, my voice rough with desire. He looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine, and I see it, the connection, the spark. It's not just sex, not just lust. There's something more here, something deeper. Forever? Love? Those thoughts scare the hell out of me.

I've not let anyone in since Lachlan. I've kept my walls up, my heart guarded. . .but Derrick. . .he's different. He's breaking down my defenses, one touch, one kiss, one fucking amazing orgasm at a time.

He reaches up, cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips. His eyes search mine, looking for answers to questions he hasn't asked yet. I lean into his touch, closing my eyes, letting myself feel this moment, this connection.

When I open my eyes again, he's smiling softly. "We're going to be late," he says, his voice quiet.

"Yes, we'll be late and I'll be wearing the biggest smile," I say, turning off the shower and stepping out, grabbing towels for us both. We dry off in silence, the air thick with anticipation. We have our first preseason game today but I don't want to think about that right now.

Not when he leads me to the bed, pushing me gently down onto my back, despite my protest. I mean, I am not really worried about being late considering late for us is on time for everyone else.

Goalie mentality for the win. Derrick climbs on top of me, straddling my hips, his hands resting on my chest. His dick is hard again, pressing against mine, and I buck my hips, seeking friction.

He smiles, leaning down to kiss me, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring, tasting.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. His hands roam over my body, touching, teasing, driving me wild. He trails kisses down my neck, my chest, his tongue circling my nipples, making me gasp.

“Fuck, Princesse. Your mouth.” I pant as he continues his journey down, his hands never stopping their exploration, until he reaches my dick.

He looks up at me, his eyes locked on mine, as he parts his lips and slowly swallows me to down. I groan, my hands fisting in the sheets, as he works me with his mouth and hands. It feels so good, too good. I'm not going to last long.

But I don't want to cum like this. I want more. I want in him.

"Derrick," I gasp, my voice rough. "I want. . . I need to fill you up, Princesse."

He looks up at me, understanding flashing in his eyes.

He reaches for the nightstand, grabbing the lube with practiced ease.

We've had the safe sex talk after our first night together, a surprisingly comfortable conversation where we both realized we hadn't really been with anyone since last summer.

Both clean, both tested. Condoms weren't needed between us, a level of intimacy I rarely allow myself. Now though, I need to paint his insides, claim him, like I’ve never claimed anyone before.

I watch, transfixed, as he preps himself, his slick fingers disappearing inside his body.

His gaze never wavers from mine, those dark eyes holding me captive as effectively as any restraint.

His lips part slightly, a soft gasp escaping as he works himself open.

The muscles in his forearm flex with each careful movement, his other hand braced against my chest for balance.

It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, this vulnerability, this trust, this raw display of desire meant only for me.

My breath catches in my throat, heart hammering against my ribs like it's trying to break free.

Even after years of standing in the crease with thousands of eyes on me, nothing has ever made me feel as exposed, as seen, as this moment between us.

He lubes my dick, then positions himself over me, his eyes never leaving mine.

There's a moment of anticipation, a silent conversation between our bodies as he slowly lowers himself onto my length.

We both moan, the sound echoing around us, a symphony of our connection.

His body is tight and hot around me, I let out a low groan, my hands find their way to his hips, fingers pressing into his supple flesh.

He starts to move, riding me, his hands braced on my chest. His powerful thighs, the muscles flexing as he lifts and lowers himself, set a rhythm that's as intoxicating as it is intense.

I guide him, my grip firm but gentle, my eyes locked on his.

The connection between us is like a live wire, sparking and intense.

Every touch, every kiss, every movement feels amplified, like it's the most important thing in the world. Like it's the only thing that matters.

“Use me. Take what you need,” I whisper as my grip on his hips tightens.

“You’re all I need,” he replies, pace quickening, his breath coming in short gasps that match the rhythm of his body.

The tension builds in him, his muscles coil tighter and tighter like a spring ready to release.

I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his dick, stroking him in time with his movements.

His eyes flutter closed, his head falls back as he loses himself in the sensation.

I watch, transfixed, as he comes undone, his body convulsing, a cry escaping his lips.

"Cum for me, Princesse," I whisper, and his hot cum spills over my hand, his body pulses around me, drawing out my own pleasure, pushing me toward my own release. It's a beautiful chaos, a dance of desire and need, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The sight of him, the feel of him, sends me over the edge. I cum hard, my body shuddering, my dick throbbing inside him. He collapses onto my chest, his body slick with sweat, his breathing ragged. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, never wanting to let him go.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding in sync. I'm in deep. I'm falling for Derrick. I’m falling hard and it terrifies me but at the same time, it feels right. This is where I'm meant to be, who I'm meant to be with.

We'll need another shower, separately this time or we'll be right back here, but with his body warm and safe in my arms, I can't bring myself to move.

His skin against mine feels like the most natural thing in the world, like we were designed to fit together this way.

I trace my fingers along the curve of his spine, feeling each vertebra, memorizing the map of him.

I'll do whatever it takes to keep him, to protect him, to make him mine. Because he is mine. . .and I am his. The thought hits me with startling clarity, cutting through the post-orgasm haze like a spotlight in darkness.

God. I didn't want it. I fought against it with everything I had, but fuck, I want to keep it.

Keep this feeling of completeness. Keep these quiet moments where the world narrows down to just us, just the sound of Derrick's breathing and the weight of his body against mine.

Keep this man who looks at me like I'm his entire world. Because I know now that he is mine.