Hardwood - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,77

lust clears from his eyes. “Tempting, but I’m sweaty from working all day, so a shower is a good idea.”

“I figured as much.” I get to my feet, and he grabs my hand, practically dragging me up the stairs and down the hall to the master bathroom.

Ev turns on the shower, and we both strip out of our clothes while it heats up, trading kisses and eager touches as our clothes form a growing pile on the tile floor.

When the air grows humid around us, and the mirror starts to fog, he pulls back the curtain and steps inside the shower, and I follow right after him.

“I’ve never taken a shower with anyone,” he admits, reaching for a bar of soap on the ledge and rubbing it between his hands to create suds.

Maybe it’s greedy, but a thrill rushes through me knowing this is another one of Ev’s firsts I get to horde to myself. By the time all of this ends I’ll be like a dragon, jealously guarding my carefully collected treasures—Ev’s first kiss, the first time he held a cock in his mouth, his first shared shower, the first man who got to hold his heart, however briefly…

I press my lips to his and slip the bar of soap out of his hands. “Then let me do this right.”

“Mmm,” he hums in agreement, letting his head fall back into the spray of the water while I soap my hands and run them over his chest. The suds cling to the hair on his body and then run down his torso, pooling in the hair around his thick, hard cock, and then washing away. I take my time soaping every inch of him, flicking my thumbs over his nipple rings and grinning when he gasps.

“This soap smells amazing.”

“Bourbon soap,” he answers, sounding relaxed as I massage some of the tension out of his shoulders. “You know, I used to have this exact fantasy, before we even met.”

“What’s that?”

“A gorgeous man massaging my back and running his wet hands all over me in the shower.”

“And, is it living up to your expectations?” I ask with amusement, motioning for him to spin around so I can get his backside.

“Everything about you has been so far beyond my expectations,” he answers, and my heart skips a beat.

I’m falling in love with you. I bite my tongue to keep the words from falling out. Instead, I kiss the side of his neck and slip my sudsy hands between his ass cheeks in an attempt to change the subject back to sex as quickly as possible.

“Oh,” he sighs, leaning back toward me as I run my fingers through his crease.

“You like that?” I ask, flicking his earlobe with my tongue and teasing the tip of my fingers along the rim of his hole.

He nods, his breathing picking up. I reach around him to set the soap back on the ledge and then drop to my knees behind him.

“Jesus,” I murmur reverently, spreading his ass cheeks to see his hot, tight hole. He groans and pushes his hips back, his hands flat against the shower wall. His entrance clenches and unclenches, fluttering under my gaze as rivulets of water hit it and drip down to his full, heavy balls.

I press my face between his round ass cheeks and drag my tongue over the rough pucker of his entrance. He gasps, jerking away in surprise and then shoving himself back toward my tongue. All I can taste is the hot water still running down his back and pooling against my tongue, and the spicy bourbon soap I washed him with. Underlying all of that is the barest hint of the Ev flavor I’ve grown addicted to over the past six weeks.

“More,” he groans.

I shove my tongue inside him, and he cries out. I moan against his hole, licking and sucking it, teasing it open as I massage his ass cheeks in my hands.

“Oh, fuck,” he pants as I work my tongue in and out, fucking him with it, softening his hole. If I had lube, I’d add a finger or two, but since I don’t, it’s probably a good time to relocate.

I stop licking him and get to my feet, fully intent on turning the shower off right away, but instead getting distracted by the miles of firm muscle on Ev’s back. I nip at the back of his shoulder and then kiss my way along his skin to the back of his neck. He murmurs