Page 186 of Pucking Sweet

“Harder?”

“Come on, I’ve watched you face fuck Poppy a dozen times. If I’m gonna suck a dick, I’m sucking this dick. Make me choke—fuck—” He laughs as I drag him over to the shower wall, pressing him backagainst it. With his head hitting the tile, I grip his hair and feed him my tip.

“Fucking take it,” I growl. “Such a good boy on your knees for me. Swallow this cock.”

He groans again, his hands wrapping around to grip my ass. He hollows his cheeks, pulling me in deeper until I feel him gag.

“Right fucking there,” I pant. “You ready?”

He pushes on my hips, taking a breath, then I’m pushing right back, my dick tapping his throat as I thrust. “Fuck,” I shout, feeling my climax coming. “Oh, fuck—I’m gonna come—”

He grips my hips tight, letting me pound his throat as I release with a torrent of muttered curses. He gags on my cum and I ease up, slipping out till just the tip is in his mouth. Gripping my dick, I stroke, rolling with my thumb up my shaft as a last spurt of cum hits his lips.

He groans again, licking it up, eyes closed as he sags against the shower wall. Reaching down, I rub my thumb all over his lips, working my cum in before the shower can wash it away. “Look at you,” I croon, heart hammering. “You wear my cum so well. Gonna put you on your knees every damn day. Away travel just got a lot more interesting.”

He grins, opening his eyes. “You gonna leave me aching down here, bud?” His hard dick is wet and dripping from the shower.

I pull on his shoulders. “Stand up.” He gets to his feet, and I press an open-mouthed kiss to his lips, unafraid to taste myself on his tongue. “Turn around. Hands on the fucking wall.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “If you think I’m gonna rock this bottom energy every time, think again. I’ve jerked off more than once to the image of me bending you over a locker bench and pounding your ass.”

“We’ll try that next time,” I tease. “For now, you came intomyshower, so it’s my turn on top.”

“Technically, it’s my shower,” he says as he dutifully turns around.

I press myself against him, wrapping a hand around his throat. I pull him to me. “Tell me the color of this tile, and I’ll tattoo your name on my dick.”

He groans, hands flat against the wall. His Adam’s apple shiftsunder my hand as he swallows. “Tell me how to get Poppy back, and I’ll tattoo both your names on mine.”

I pin him with my hips and squirt some body wash into my palm. Wrapping my arm around his hip, I fist his dick, coating it in the silky soap.

“Oh, fucking god—” He drops his forehead to the wall of dark blue tiles (Smoke Blue, to be exact) and presses his hips against me.

I stroke him good, pretending his dick is mine. I know just how I like it. I work him slow, rocking my hips with his as he fucks into my hand.

“You’re a fucking hand job wizard,” he groans. “I want one of these every day. Fuck, why don’t guys give more hand jobs to each other?”

“Right?” I tease. “You just enjoy, baby. Come into my fist when you’re ready. I’ll take my time. Want a finger in your ass?”

He groans, choking on a laugh as I circle my thumb over his tip. “I mean, I’ll try anything once. I should probably start with a finger before I try a dick, right?”

“Mydick,” I growl, dropping my free hand down to smack his wet ass.

He sucks in a breath, his dick twitching in my hand. I lean in, smacking him again. “There’s noadick where you’re concerned. Never the fuck again. You refer to my dick with the proper fucking pronouns.”

He laughs, arching his body as he presses into the slow stroking of my hand. “Fuck me, you’re so good at this.”

“Show me how much you like it. Come for me. Can you come on command?”

“I’m usually the one giving commands—ah—”

I grip his shoulder tight and start stroking him hard and fast. “Come.”

“Oh, holy fuck,” he cries, pressing his body against mine as his entire being becomes one raw, aching nerve of pleasure.

“Come for me, right the fuck now, you desperate fucking whore,” I growl in his ear.

Elation has me soaring and power has me trembling as I feel him rock into me and come, no ass play needed. He drops a hand downaround mine, gripping my fist tight as he unloads on the shower wall. I stroke him through it, not stopping until he’s slumped against the wall and batting my hand away.