“I—can I take a shower real quick? I wasn’t really expecting this today and?—”
I step up and grab his hand, hoping he can see what I’m feeling in my eyes.
“You can do whatever pleases you in my home, Noah. Always. Can I join you?”
“You want to?” he asks skeptically
“I really, really do.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I kiss his cheek and push his jacket over his shoulder, go lower and kiss the edge of his jaw as I reach for his pants and unbutton them, then trace a path down his throat with my tongue.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbles, sounding more like a moan, and pushes me slightly so he can undress me too.
It takes longer this way than if we had simply undressed ourselves, but this is more fun.
I drop to my knees the second the water starts cascading down on us. The terracotta tile I put in my freestanding shower is warming under my knees. I kiss his chest, bite lightly at his nipple, then kiss down his torso until I reach the skinny path of hair going down to my destination.
“Wait, wait,” he says, and again I pull back and stare up at him. His eyes look almost completely black with how much his pupils have dilated, and his hard cock points right at my face, but I rest my hands on my thighs and sit back on my heels.
“Let me just get washed quickly.”
I look up at him while he reaches for my shower gel in the little opening on the wall, and watch his face screw up in a concentrated frown as he reaches back.
As soon as he’s done, and he’s letting the spray of water wash away the suds, I know it’s the right moment to ask.
“Can I prep you here?”
“You want to . . . ?”
It says a lot about his previous partners that he seems so surprised, but I nod eagerly right away, telling myself that I’ll have time to think about all that after... after.
I simply nod, and then, through another blush, he nods too.
I reach up and circle his hips with my hands, then slowly push to turn him around.
“You can lean your hands on the wall if you need to,” I murmur, then reach for the lube I brought in with me, which he doesn’t seem to have noticed, and try to shield my hand from the water to coat my fingers with it.
His ass is a masterpiece, and having him righthereis more than I thought I’d be allowed... today at least.
It’s a gift I won’t be wasting.
Instead of starting out slow, I lean in and taste him with delicate licks around his rim, trying to get him used to the sensation, because if I have my way, this will only be the first of many,manytimes we’re in this position.
“God.Chase.” The way he moans my name is the best thing I’ve ever heard, the best incentive I never knew existed for making him feel good.
“Your ass is a work of art, sweetheart,” I tell him, and decide I’m not going to be censoring myself, not mincing my words with Noah. Not ever again. “Let me hear it if you like it, and if I do something you don’t want, please tell me. I promise I only want to make you feel good.”
Curses and prayers fall from his lips when I go back in, when I push my tongue into him and begin loosening him up.
The steady little streams of water running down his back put me in a kind of trance while I focus on how he sounds, on how his back shifts with every harsh breath he lets out, on how his back arches slightly then relaxes whenever I do something he particularly likes.
Slowly but surely I begin to learn every tell Noah has, every way he has of telling me how he’s feeling.
There’s a lot more to learn, I know, and I can’t fucking waituntil the day I could write a book about a turned-on Noah alone.
For now, I go slow.