Page 88 of The Not So Super Hero

Bailey’s entire being set on fire. Every brief touch from Zane sent his senses into overdrive.

By the way his hips couldn’t keep themselves from moving along with Bailey’s in a rough rhythm, it was clear he wanted this as much as Bailey did.

That was proven even more correct when Zane separated for a single moment.

The lube bottle popped open. He tugged Bailey closer, kissing him as he coated his fingers.

His hand slid up Bailey’s thigh before moving behind to grab his ass.

Bailey lifted his leg to wrap around Zane’s waist. He slid his finger between Bailey’s cheeks.

The feeling wasn’t foreign, but it had been a while.

His body tensed from the intrusion, though rocked against Zane, eager for what was coming.

Zane kept his other hand on Bailey’s hip, helping to steady him against the wall.

Bailey couldn’t stand waiting. It was going to drive him insane.

He reached between them, taking their arousals in his hand.

Zane groaned. The sound was like music to Bailey’s ears.

His heart raced while his hand moved at a quick pace that had Zane’s fingers thrusting ruthlessly inside him.

He wanted more. He didn’t want this to end.

The pleasure roared, twisted and burned.

Bailey’s back bowed. His voice came out as nothing more than soft cries of need.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. When Bailey swore he was about to hit his orgasm, Zane retracted his fingers and spoke in a low growl, “Not yet.”

Bailey actually whimpered. Zane turned him.

His hands braced his weight against the wall, legs parted and shivering.

Zane took tight hold of his trembling hips, nails leaving crescent shapes against his heated skin.

He pressed himself against Bailey’s ass, then leaned forward to kiss his neck.

It was clear Bailey wasn’t up for any teasing.

He sent a glare over his shoulder, stating he would walk out of the shower and finish it himself if Zane didn’t hurry.

He would have snickered, but Zane couldn’t wait either.

His body hummed with need, a desire that tore at him.

Bailey drove him wild, made him say and do things he never thought he would, made him imagine a future together so blissfully sweet he ached.

And so Zane pushed forward., relishing in Bailey’s staggered breath.

Bailey bit into his lip to hold back a low groan.

Zane shook. His hips remained still, although the grip he had on Bailey stated he wanted nothing more than to move.

To thrust and never stop. The heat encasing Zane was enough to drive him mad, but he waited patiently, resting his head against Bailey’s shoulder.

He couldn’t hear the water from the shower or even feel it hitting against his back.

All he heard was Bailey, his breath, the beating of his heart, then the soft sound of his voice that ordered Zane to move.

He wouldn’t argue, starting a soft rocking motion against Bailey to get him used to the feeling of Zane inside him.

Then Bailey’s hips thrust back, eager and wanting.

Zane decided that mercy was something he would show outside of the bedroom.

Bailey cried out when Zane pulled out to suddenly thrust into him.

Zane repeated the action again and again.

His groans and grunts were intoxicating.

The pace was fast. Too fast that Bailey couldn’t catch his breath.

Each powerful thrust knocked the air from his lungs, but he yearned for more.

Bailey’s raspy moans grew as his hips bucked harder.

He wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore.

Feeling Zane inside him, hearing his low growls, or Bailey’s name twisted in with his breath, made Bailey’s heart want to beat out of his chest. His hands desperately tried to cling to the wall while his hips worked to match Zane’s ruthless pace.

He somehow wanted more, more, more, more, even if he wasn’t sure his body could handle so much pleasure.

It spiraled at his center, a twisting nether of agonizing ecstasy.

Zane didn’t stop, he was only encouraged by Bailey’s reactions that should be illegal with how frustrating they were.

He wanted to go deeper. He wanted to feel more, hear more, see more.

Bailey’s moans, the feel of his skin. His body was addictive in ways that Zane didn’t think possible.

Although he could feel his orgasm growing near, he didn’t want it to end.

He kept moving against Bailey, bringing his hips in hard and fast. Judging by the desperate way Bailey’s ass dug back into him, it was clear he was close. His shaking legs barely kept him up.

Zane wrapped his hand around Bailey’s arousal.

Zane’s name rolled off his tongue like sweet candy.

It drove him wild. Zane groaned, pressing another kiss to the back of Bailey’s neck before his thumb pressed to Bailey’s tip.

It only made his hips push back further.

Zane hissed at the eager way his hips moved.

Everything happened so quickly. Bailey stilled, crying out Zane’s name as his hips jerked from his orgasm.

Zane thrust into him, desperate, marking his shoulders until the pleasure rolled over him in violent waves.

His orgasm had him reeling, heaving for breath.

Bailey would have dropped to the floor if Zane didn’t press him forward, their weight being held up by him while Bailey’s body trembled.

Zane couldn’t really keep them up either after that.

His legs needed a break, but only because he desperately wanted to go again.

Their fancy shower had a nice stool in it so he pulled Bailey towards it with him.

Bailey fell into his lap, continuing to gasp for breath.

He leaned against Zane, his head on Zane’s shoulder.

His lips pressed featherlike kisses against Zane’s burning skin.

Zane could honestly say that was better than he ever thought possible. Dreams did not live up to reality, that was for sure. He wasn’t sure they would go to the park tomorrow. He much rather stay in bed all day. Speaking of the park…

“Did you like the ride?” Zane whispered..

Bailey smiled while Zane laughed, wrapping his arms around Bailey to hold him tightly with no intention of letting go. That was fine because Bailey didn’t plan on leaving.