Page 90 of Don't Look Down

“Come here,” I order him.

Every step he takes toward me ramps me up higher, an innate sensuality in each movement. It’s such a tease.

When he reaches me, I pull him closer for a quick kiss and brush my thumbs against his hip bones. His Adonis belt isn’t as pronounced as mine, but it’s there. I want to sink my teeth into that muscle.

I’ll have to hold that thought. If my mouth gets anywhere near his cock, I won’t be able to hold back.

He shivers when I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. Our eyes meet. “Do it,” he urges.

I slide them down his hips and thighs. His cock bobs up, the head brushing mine. The sticky residue of his precum leaves a cool trail in its wake. It lights me up inside.

When his boxer briefs hit the floor, we’re panting. Hard and heavy.

Fuck, I want him so bad.

With my lips pressed against his, I tell him, “In the shower, Sky.”

Pouring soap onto my loofah, I lather it up, then hand him the soap. My hands wash my body briskly, but his eyes follow every movement greedily.

I watch him just as hungrily.

He turns his back to me and watches me over his shoulder. Seeing his ink unimpeded makes me want to shove him against the wall. I want to trace my lips from his shoulder to his upper back, following the ink down to his round ass and ending above his knee.

His hands wash his lower back. Bending over to wash his feet, he trails his hands up the backs of his thighs. He grabs his cheeks and spreads them wide, ensuring I catch a glimpse of his hole that wrings a moan out of me.

I can’t wait to spread him open. Slide my tongue inside and finger him. Get him ready for my cock.

There’s a banked fire waiting to rage out of him. And fuck I want to burn with him.

He smirks at me. His finger traces his hole, and he moans. My hand drops down to squeeze my cockhead, holding back my orgasm. It’s been way too long, and I'm too close to the edge.

My voice is rough. “Rinse off. It’s time for bed.”

“Things were just getting fun.”

“Too fun. There’ll be time for that tomorrow.”

Sky perks up. “Promise?”

“I promise I’m going to spread you wide and eat your ass until you’re begging for me to fuck you. In the morning.”

Leaning back against the shower wall, he starts to slide down the tile. “Fuck, I think I just spontaneously combusted. You might need a shovel to scoop me out of here and into your bed.” He laughs at himself, then stands up. A quick rinse and we’re out and drying off.

“Oh, shit. Won’t your contacts be a problem?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Most of the time I take them out, but with my work schedule I use night and day lenses. They’re safe to sleep in, which is useful.”

“Huh.” His smile is soft and sleepy.

I hand him a spare toothbrush, and when we’re done brushing our teeth, we head to my bed.

Sky’s eyes are heavy. He walks around and climbs in on the right side of my bed, making himself at home. Right where he belongs.

He curls into a ball on his side, and I lift the blankets and slide up behind him. Wrapping myself around him like I said I would. My legs tangle with his, my arm crosses at his waist, my hand at his chest. His breathing deepens, and he moans sleepily. He fits perfectly in my arms.

“Landon,” he murmurs, burrowing deeper into my arms.

“I’m here, baby.” I press a kiss on his temple. My words are already slurring with sleep. “Get some sleep.”