Page 37 of Win You Over

Holden groans, throwing an arm over his eyes. The hearts on his arm have faded and I make a note to draw more before he leaves. Give him something to make him think of me while he works.

“I have two days before I’ll be working double shifts for a while.”

“Hmm,” I mumble, nuzzling deeper into him.

“That means two more days of keeping you with me.” And it works perfectly because the single beds I ordered for his flat should arrive soon.

I am none too pleased with the idea of him sharing a bed with another person, even his purely platonic best friend.

This possessive side of me is new and I am not upset about it at all.

Holden needs to know how much he means to me.

“I feel gross,” he moans, pushing my face away from his arm. “I’m going to shower.” He rolls out of the bed, his hair and clothing crumpled from sleep.

“Fancy some company?” I shout when he reaches the door of my ensuite.

His smirk is all the answer I need to have me shooting off the bed and following him into the large rain shower.

Steam fogs up the room as we both stand under the powerful spray, the water massaging our bodies.

Holden dips his head back, running his hands through his hair, and I take the opportunity to study him, cataloguing every visible inch.

From the top of his head, down his perfectly sculptured jaw, to the dip in his clavicle, then further down, over his scarred chest and stomach and into the V that leads down to his cock nestled in thick curly pubic hair.

It’s thin but long, and cut, with a rosy purple head.

My gaze drifts further, taking in his slender yet muscular legs and slightly too big feet.

He is, quite frankly, stunning.

“You done staring?” Holden asks, pouring shampoo into his hair.

“No. Turn around for me?”

He scoffs, but turns and starts lathering up the shampoo.

With his back to me, I get a glimpse of his ass, two little dimples above gorgeously plump cheeks. I can’t help but crouch down and lick the water pouring over each dimple.

“Remi,” he moans, his hands working through his long hair.

Straightening, I remove his hands from his hair, and thread my own in. Holden groans again when I massage my fingers over his scalp, sudsy water running down my arms.

“That’s so good.” He dips his head, the dark strands falling in front of his face. I run my fingers down his neck and over his back and he shivers under my touch despite the warm water.

“I like making you feel good,” I reply, pushing his hair to one side, showing off the smooth expanse of his shoulder. I lean forward and nip at the skin, then slide my hands down his back, dancing my fingertips along his spine.

When I reach his ass, I knead the globes with both hands, my tongue lapping at the water on the back of his neck.

“Can I make you feel even better, baby?”

He nods, his head dipped into the spray of water. Keeping one hand on Holden, I reach around him for the lube I keep in the shower for those days when my hand is my only company, and slather it on my fingers. Then, I tease a finger over his hole, making quick work of pressing in and stretching him.

Holden makes all sorts of sinful sounds that bounce off the tiled walls. He presses himself back, his head coming to land on my shoulder. The spray from the shower cascades down his chest and over his erection.

“Touch yourself, leeutjie . But don’t come until I say you can. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

There’s a ledge running the length of the shower and I use it to my advantage, lifting one of Holden’s legs and placing it on top.

He takes himself in hand and works his cock, his body shuddering as we work together to bring him close to the edge.

“Remi,” he whines. “You need to get inside me now.”

The desperation bleeds through his words, and as much as I’d love to draw this out for hours, I need him just as badly.

It’s only when I’m lining my cock up with his hole do I realise my mistake.

“Fuck,” I groan, holding his hips with both hands.

“What?”

“I need to go get a condom.” I may keep copious amounts of lube in the shower for my personal pleasure, but I have no condoms in here.

Holden looks at me over his shoulder. His pupils are blown, and wet, dark hair sticks to his forehead.

“I’m okay if you don’t use one,” he says, before adding, “I was tested after…um, the only time I’ve been with someone. I’m negative.”

Fuck me, yes.

Kissing the back of his neck, I tell him the same. I get myself tested regularly even though I’ve never fucked anyone bare before.

With a gentle hand on his upper back, I tip him forward, then line myself up with his entrance and slowly push inside. He tenses before his arm is moving, working his cock hard and fast. Then his body goes lax and I bottom out, fully seated inside him.

The heat is immense, his channel tight around my shaft, and I know there is no chance I’ll last very long.

I start slowly, building up the tempo until a tingle starts at the base of my spine.

“Fuck, Hold,” I groan as electricity shoots through me, heat coiling in my belly. My entire body ignites, my grip on his hips punishing as I unload deep inside him.

“Remi.” Holden says my name, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

I’m catching my breath, his ass clenching around me when I realise he’s rutting against me, chasing his pleasure.

“Please, Remi, I need… I need…”

Oh fuck. He held on because I told him he had to.

“Good fucking boy, Holden. Come for me, baby.”

He lets out a whine-like whimper, his body shaking. His legs buckle and I wrap my arms around him to stop him from falling.

Holden spins in my hold and our lips collide in a hungry kiss that turns languid and soft until our lips are brushing in open mouth kisses.

“Do you want to spend the day in bed? Order take out and watch films?” I suggest.

“Yeah,” he breathes on a sigh.