“Fuckfuckfuck. Damn.” Jonah wavered again.
Andagain, Sacha held him up, silent and strong, his only sound his laboured breaths.
Jonah was destroyed. His legs shook and his lungs burned, and beyond that, his brain was fried. He’d never come so hard in his life. What was this sorcery Sacha had brought to the table?
He didn’t fuck you on the table. You didn’t even make it to the bed.
The errant thought made him laugh.
Sacha chuckled too and slowly eased out of him. He disappeared, but was back before Jonah could blink.
He wrapped long fingers around Jonah’s wrists and pried his hands from the glass wall. “You can let go now.”
“I know.”
“You seem like you maybe forgot.”
Jonah hummed, enjoying the blood flow as it rushed back into his aching arms, and enjoying Sacha’s soothing hands on him even more. “Well, it is hard to recall just about anything when you’ve just shot your brains out of your dick.”
Sacha snorted. “Do you speak to your mother with that mouth?”
“All the time.”
“Liar. You are a good son. She told me so.”
“Oh yeah? What else did she tell you?”
“That is between us. Shall we use your shower?”
Jonah eyed the window and contemplated whathelooked like after Sacha had fucked him so well. “Probably a good idea. Come on, I’ll show you.”
He took Sacha by the hand and led him to the ensuite wet room. The shower had four heads and room enough for two.
Jonah leaned against the tiles while the water heated, but the cool spray didn’t seem to bother Sacha. He stood beneath it, eyes closed, and Jonah could hardly stand how glorious he was, naked, and still half hard. “Is it a Russian thing to take cold showers?”
“It is not cold.”
Jonah begged to differ and remained where he was until steam began to rise around them and fill the room.
Sacha was already washing his hair with the citrus shampoo Jonah’s housekeeper kept topped up. Jonah wanted to help him, but awkwardness threatened the easy energy that had carried them this far. What next?Do I ask him to stay? Is it weird to spend the entire night with a stranger?
No weirder than fucking against his bedroom window, but Jonah kept his thoughts to himself and took his turn with the shampoo. He washed his hair, turning his face to the hot spray as he rinsed.
He opened his eyes to find Sacha watching him, his golden gaze more speculative than Jonah was in the mood for. “What?”
“Nothing. Am just curious.”
“About what?”
“About you. You have done this before? One-night stand?”
“Of course.” Jonah shook his head, dispersing the water gathered on his face. “Not often, though. I don’t have time for relationships.”
“I was not talking about relationships. Why would you want one? You have Grindr, no?”
Jonah rolled his eyes. “I suppose, but I don’t use hook-up apps much.”
“Neither do I.”