“Fucker,” I muttered as I yanked my shirt off and dropped it on the floor, fussing with my pants as I reached the bathroom and stopped when I found he hadn’t actually got into the shower, or taken his underwear off as he leaned against the wall. “You asshole.”
“I know how much you like peeling me out of my underwear,” he said, because he was an arrogant bastard.
“Idiot,” I said, kicking my jeans out of the way, stepping into the bathroom to close the door behind me.
“A sexy idiot,” he said and chuckled when my hands went to his hips and squeezed. God, I loved the feel of him against me, the hardness of his chest against mine, the warmth of his almost hairless skin against my far hairier one. The way his fingertips were just as calloused as mine, but far more nimble as they tapped my biceps then slid down to brush my hips.
He was every bit as strong, muscular, and hard as the women before him had been soft, lithe, and graceful…and I wasn’t comparing each experience as much as before. If anything, the comparison still happened, but it was done with an appreciative eye.
“Ass man,” he teased as my hand found his ass and gave a squeeze.
“Always,” I admitted, sliding my finger to his hole and pressing. “And I’m gonna fuck yours after this shower.”
“God, I hope so,” he said as I slipped his underwear off. His dick flopped out, and I smirked when I could see how heavily it flopped, half hard already, and all I had done was grope him and promise my dick to him. He was so easy, and it was nice to see I could influence him so easily. I wouldn’t say he was wrapped around my finger…or my dick, but I was thinking it.
The water was warm as he pulled me under it after making sure I’d taken off my underwear. As much as I needed to wash, I thought less about hygiene and more about the fact that he was growing hard at the sight of my naked body. That was one thing I had never considered about being with a man as opposed to a woman. There was physical evidence when a guy was into you, and his evidence was hard enough to break a brick.
“C’mere,” he said softly as he got us both shampooed and then handed me the body wash. That was just an excuse for us to touch each other, but at least it was a productive excuse. The shower quickly filled with the smell of soap, but I barely noticed as I rubbed his body and felt his lips on the parts of my skin not touched by the soap.
Then his hand wrapped around my cock and I realized I didn’t give a fuck about what we were ‘supposed’ to do in the shower. All that mattered was the feel of his hand gliding over my shaft, as eager and passionate as he’d been the first time we’d done anything. I covered his mouth with my own, sucking onhis bottom lip and loving the way his fingers flexed against my shoulder as he held me while jerking off.
His dick was in my hand then, and it wasn’t the first time, and probably not the last, but I realized I was going to need to kiss the idea of my heterosexuality goodbye. It was no longer pure, not when I found myself loving the feel of his cock in my hand, and not only had I grown used to it in my mouth occasionally, but I had dedicated energy to learning to take it better.
“Shit,” he muttered hungrily against my lips as I chased them with my teeth.
I could forget about everything: this shit awful week, the divorce that God save me should be finalized soon, the idiots I had to corral, so long as I had him right here and?—
THUMP.
We both went rigid before I heard Cait’s voice from the other side of the door. “Fucking hell, are you showering?”
He stiffened, and I whipped my head toward the door. “Jesus fucking Christ, Cait! What the fuck are you doing?”
“Coming to see you after the week we just had,” I heard her snort. “Jesus, it stinks in here. What is it with you men? I’m lighting a candle.”
I completely forgot what was happening. “I don’t have a fucking candle!”
“Sure you do,” she called out. “I keep one here just in case it smells like feet.”
“Are you…” I began and stopped as I realized Colin was still stroking my cock. I stared at him in shock, dropping my voice. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Get rid of her,” he said in a low voice, eyes wide. “I don’t know what to do here!”
“Like I do?” I demanded.
“What?” she called back.
“I’m fucking naked, woman! Give me a goddamn second,” I snarled back.
“Geez, is that why I hear the shower?” she called back dryly.
Despite the horrifying situation, I still rolled my eyes at her unnecessary sarcasm. I gestured toward Colin to be quiet, and he stared at me in disbelief. It was probably stupid of me to tell him to be quiet when that much was self-evident. Getting out of the shower, I grabbed the towel and dabbed at myself hastily before wrapping it around my waist.
Glancing back at Colin, I took a deep breath, steadying myself so I didn’t look nearly as panicked as I felt and stepped out into the main room, closing the bathroom door behind me. Thankfully, Cait wasn’t paying attention when I stepped out so there was no chance she would see I wasn’t alone in the shower.
“I love how you can buy yourself a new bed, but you’ve never replaced this ancient thing,” Cait said as she bumped my desk chair with her hip. “I’m surprised your big ass hasn’t broken it yet.”
“And I love how you just showed up without warning,” I grumbled.