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Chapter twenty-four

Finn

The steam from the hot water plumes around us, blurring the rest of the room as we both step into his shower. As luck would have it, it’s an open space, so sexy stuff is definitely on the table.

I move beneath the warm spray, coating my body in the heat, before pulling Foxx into my front and capturing his mouth in a firm kiss.

“Hi,” I say, pulling back, cataloguing parts of his face.

The dark lashes that fan out across his lids, housing the most chocolate-colored eyes I’ve ever seen, right down to the tip of his straight nose that points to those lips that feel so good.

“Hi yourself,” he says gruffly. The slickness of the water runs in rivulets over both of us, our cocks pressing against our stomachs, desperate for attention.

I run my hands over his ribs, thumbs dragging down the lines of his abdomen, memorizing him. The water makes everything feel slower, softer, but the tension between us is anything but. His hands settle at my waist, gently holding me where he wants me.

Our mouths find each other again, wet and open, tongues brushing lazily at first, until the kiss deepens and my hips roll forward without meaning to.

The friction of our cocks sliding together makes both of us groan.

Foxx breaks the kiss first, his forehead pressing to mine, breath shaky.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, voice rough and barely there over the hiss of the water.

I’m stunned for a beat because he usually likes to take charge, and I love that, but this soft side, him asking, is hitting a spot in my chest that’s entirely new to me.

I reach between us and wrap my hand around both of us, our cocks pinned side by side. He stutters out a breath, hips twitching into my fist.

“This,” I whisper. “I want this.”

Leaning in, he kisses the corner of my mouth, my jaw, then lower, down my neck, where he sucks my skin with a pressure that makes me whimper. I stroke us slowly, the slide slick and easy, but the weight of both of us together makes me leak and drive my hips harder into him and my hands.

I press him gently back against the cool tile, his back arching into the warmth of my chest. His eyes flutter closed, lashes wet, lips parted.

“You feel so good,” I murmur, nuzzling behind his ear. “I could stay here all day.”

He groans as I tighten my grip, hips thrusting up into my hand. “Fuck, Finn…”

My other hand slides down the curve of his ass, palming the muscle there, holding him still while I work us both. I catch the head of his cock sliding against mine, sensitive and flushed, and my body coils tight in response.

Then his hand is moving down my back too. The pads of his fingers skim my spine like he’s counting each vertebrae. When he reaches the base, the curve just above my ass, he pauses. His mouth is still at my neck, lips parted, breath hot.

“Can I?” he asks huskily, his beard brushing skin, making me tingle all over.

I nod into him, quick and eager, like my body is half a second ahead of my brain. “Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, please.”

He leans around me, moving toward the bottles lined up on the side. I hear the flick of a bottle opening and turn to see him squeezing lube onto his fingers. A bubble of laughter escapes my lips as I fail to hold it in.

“You have shower lube?”

He turns to look at me, deadpan. “I’m a single guy. I can have whatever I want in my shower, so yeah, I’ve got shower lube.”

That’s a pretty fucking valid answer, and as he steps in closer again, I forget why I found it so funny in the first place, because now I’m just grateful.

The hand on my back trails lower, and when he cups me possessively, bringing us closer together, need spreads like fire beneath my skin, aching and electric, pulling a breath from my chest. He’s not being rough or fast, and I appreciate that.

I’ve been bottom and top before, but I have to admit, it’s been a while.

Nerves flutter at the edge of my consciousness, but as soon as his fingers ease between my cheeks, gliding with the lube, lightly circling the tight muscle there, I focus on him and force myself to relax.

“Lift your left leg and wrap it around my hip.”

I shiver in his arms, more from the anticipation than the touch itself.

My cock pulses against his, and he groans again, louder this time as I do as he says.

It’s a little tricky to keep my leg there because we’re both slick from the water, but as soon as his finger returns to my ass, determination sets in, and I stay completely still for him to do what he wants to me.

“I want to take my time with you,” he murmurs, his finger teasing me, just there but not pushing. “Wanna feel you open up for me.”

My hand stutters as I rub both of us, then picks up again as I nod, giving him the go ahead again. I’m not letting go of the friction; I need it. Our cocks are slick between us, his breath faltering every time my thumb swipes over our tips, but it’s getting harder to keep my rhythm steady.

Then he presses in, just the tip of his finger, and my knees nearly give out.

“Shit,” I gasp, forehead falling to his shoulder, holding myself up.

“You okay?” he asks, kissing the side of my face, not moving until I answer.

My grip tightens on him as I nod. “Yeah, yeah— I just…” I laugh, breathless, already gone for this feeling. “Give me more.”

His finger eases in farther, stretching me open just to the first knuckle. It burns, but not in a way that makes me want to stop. It makes me want more. When he crooks it, searching for that sweet spot, I inhale so deeply it rumbles from my body to his.

“There,” I choke out, my body locking tight. “Jesus— Right there.”

He groans like he felt it too, burying his mouth in my neck, sucking, adding to the sensation of everything, as he keeps working me open with small, purposeful thrusts.

It’s so much and still not enough. My hand is slippery, my strokes growing uneven as pleasure builds low in my spine, coiling tighter every time he presses into me.

“You like that? Like the way I stretch your pretty hole?” he whispers, voice shaky. “And you’re taking it so well. Look at you, fucking yourself against my hand already.”

And I am. I can feel it, my hips moving on instinct, grinding down on his finger and back up to drag against his cock and my hands, chasing that heat with a desperation I can’t hide.

The rhythm between our cocks grows messy and fast and wet, the drag of skin-on-skin made obscene by the way I’m falling apart in his arms.

“Can you come like this?” he asks as he grabs more lube.

“I don’t— Fuck, maybe. Don’t stop,” I pant, every nerve ending lit.

He adds a second finger, and I cry out into his shoulder, everything clenching, white light flashing behind my eyes.

I work both of us faster now, the grip of my hand tightening as I lose the ability to think about anything but the pressure, the stretch, the dizzying pleasure flooding every inch of me.

Foxx’s cock pulses hard against mine, and I know he’s close too.

We’re both a little unsteady, caught in the same current.

I moan so loudly; I’m not even sure it sounds human. My eyes close in bliss as I say, “Foxx, I want it—I want you so bad. Please, fuck me.”

He stills, waiting for me to open my eyes and look at him. “You sure?” he asks, rough and breathless. “Here? In the shower?”

“I don’t care where, just give it to me, now.”

He doesn’t move as fast as I thought he might with me offering my ass up so easily. He stares at our cocks, angry and swollen between us, both vying for release.

“Please.” I try for a little begging. I know he’ll like that.

And I was right, as that’s all it takes. He curses under his breath, steps out the shower, grabs a condom from the cabinet with wet fingers, and rips it open with his teeth carefully as he walks back in. The sight alone makes my knees weak.

He strokes himself once, twice, rolls the condom on, coating himself in more lube, and I turn, offering my ass to him. As he lines up behind me, the blunt head of his cock nudges my hole, slippery and thick.

“Fuck, you’re perfect like this,” he growls as he squeezes my cheeks apart. “All open for me.” He moves in farther, and I rise to my tiptoes with the intrusion, holding my breath. He’s so much bigger than his two fingers but, fuck, do I need to feel him.

“Oh my fucking—” I break off, moaning against the tile, dropping my hand against my arm. “So big— Fuck …”

“Relax,” he whispers, inching deeper still. “You can take it.” His hand comes up to my shoulder blade, soothing the tension there. One more inch, and I breathe through it. “Let me in, baby. Let me have you.”

When he eventually bottoms out, his chest presses to my back, and we both pause, breathing together in sync, the steady spray of water coating us. The burn has gone now, replaced with a hungry desire for more.

“Move,” I beg. “Foxx, move—”

He pulls out halfway and thrusts back in, hard enough to punch a sound from my throat.

“That what you need?” he grits. “To be filled like this? Fucked like this?”

“Yes— I want it so bad.”

He pounds into me, hands digging into my hips, thrusts rhythmic and unrelenting, and I fucking love it.

My cock leaks in front of me, and I wrap my hand around it, pumping hard in time with him, but I already know I’m not going to last long.

I can’t keep quiet, especially when his hand comes around to tweak my nipple, light at first, just testing.

When I groan and bite out “more,” he pinches harder, twisting until I arch back into him.

“Harder,” I pant, pumping myself. “I want more.”

He chuckles darkly, and the sound goes straight to my balls.

“You like the way I fuck you, huh?” He doesn’t disappoint as he fucks me harder, deeper. Our bodies slapping together. “My filthy little cockslut who can’t stop clenching around my cock?”

“I fucking love it.”

He shoves my legs apart, the angle hitting me differently, and I cry out, shaking all over, dropping my hand from my length, holding on to the tiles instead as he pounds into me.

“Gonna come for me?” he growls. “With my cock buried inside you?”

I nod frantically, helpless against him. “Close, so close.”

“Let go then,” he grunts, hitting that spot over and over again. “Come on, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

My whole body tenses, and tightens around him. Euphoria overtakes my senses, and I can’t think or breathe. I pump myself harder to his pace, but so I’m fucking hard it aches, and when he drives in deep one more time, I break.

Legs buckling, my knees nearly give out as white-hot pleasure sears through me. My cock juts upward, spurting my cum across the tiles. I shudder through it, with a full-body release that knocks me into another dimension.

“Oh my god— Fuuuck—” I gasp, forehead pressed to the tile.

Foxx groans behind me, his rhythm faltering as my aftershocks continue. “Shit, Finn…” he rasps, thrusting once more before he lets go with a guttural groan, his cock jerking deep inside me as he comes too.

I feel like I’m floating, buzzing with untamed energy that can’t be contained.

We stay like that, water pounding over us, hearts beating wildly as he pulls out of me, and I wince slightly with the sting. I might be a bit sore tomorrow, but it was so fucking worth it.

“Stay with me tonight?” he whispers, and I almost don’t hear him over the pulse in my ears.

I lift my head, turning to meet his gaze. It’s sated, but somehow still burning deep inside.

“Okay,” I say and mean it.

For once, leaving doesn’t even cross my mind.