Page 60 of The Hookup Mix-up
Once I’m naked, I start helping Theo out of his clothes. His dick is hard. I swear the guy gets an erection at the drop of a hat…or I guess I should say at the drop of his clothes? Or even the prospect of something sexual? It’s really hot.
We get into the shower, and I wrap a hand around his shaft, giving it a stroke. “Look at you…always hungry for me.”
He gasps. “I swear I wasn’t like this before.”
I like the idea of him only being this needy with me. “Perfect. But we’re gonna be good boys and actually shower.”
“Wait. Really?” His forehead wrinkles cutely, and it takes everything in me not to kiss his freaking face off.
“Yes. We’ll play when we get to bed. Shower sex isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You feel like you’re drowning while sucking dick, water splashes in your eyes, the tub is too hard on your knees. It’s a fucking mess.”
He chuckles, then grabs my sponge, squirts soap on it, and…starts washing my chest.
Now listen, I’ve done a whole lot of experimenting in my life. I’ve been with sweet people and those who just want to come and take off and can honestly do that without swapping very many words. I’ve been with cis-women, cis-men, nonbinary and trans people. Those who like it hard and those who like it soft, but I’ve never been with someone who washed me. It sounds silly, and I don’t know why the feel of the sponge along my pecs is like a defibrillator to my heart.
“What?” Theo asks, clearly able to tell I’m losing my emotional shit.
“Nothing.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.”
He gives me my favorite smile, then continues to wash my front before turning me around so he can wash my back. My little puppy even washes my damn hair, but then I take the sponge and give him the same treatment, pampering him and taking care of him the way he did me.
When we’re out and dried off, he reaches for the clothes, but I shake my head. “Just wrap the towel around you. Why do we need to get dressed if we’re just gonna get naked again?”
“I mean…being naked sounds good to me.”
“I never would have guessed,” I tease, cupping his cheek. My other hand goes to his stiff cock, stroking it. “Do you want to fuck me?”
His pupils blow wide, and I swear, the way he sucks in a sharp breath, I think he’s somehow going to choke on it. “You do that?”
My stomach starts doing somersaults even though I have no reason to be nervous. “Oh yeah. I definitely do that.”
“Do you need to do anything first?”
“I know my body pretty well, and I’m good.”
“Then yes. Please. Come on. Let’s go.” He tries to open the door while still stark naked.
“I’m pretty sure Brax and Ty are still in their room, but maybe take this, in case.”
I hand him a towel, then wrap one around my waist. My dick is already filling with blood, swelling and excited about what’s to come.
We run down the hallway to my bedroom like a couple of kids in a race. I slam the door closed behind me, then turn just before Theo is on me. He presses my back against the door, towel gone and lips on mine. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, hands on my hips as he kisses and thrusts against me.
Theo hasn’t taken a dominant role any of the times we’ve fucked around, and while I love being the one in control, I’m living for this right now, for his furious need for me that he can’t seem to contain.
“God, I want to touch you all the time, and when I can’t, I still want to just look at you.” His mouth trails down my neck, my head dropping back to give him better access.
I still want to just look at you…
I can’t even pretend those words don’t pierce my armor. He calls me his knight, and yeah, that’s a joke, but I’ve worn so many layers to protect myself. Theo is blasting his way through all of them.
Reaching around, I cup his ass. He’s got more cake than I do, and I fucking love it, kneading his cheeks while he takes my mouth again. I tease his crease, rubbing against his hole because I know how much he likes that. One day he’s going to let me inside him too.
“Show me what to do to you…how to get you ready.”