the shower.
The sight of his tight round ass almost has me coming on the spot.
I rush through brushing my teeth and ditching my clothes.
He’s facing away from me, under the spray, so I wrap my arms around him from behind and bury my head in his neck. I kiss along his wet skin and press against him, my hard cock digging into his back.
Zach turns in my arms. “I knew it wouldn’t take long for the good boy claim to go down the drain.”
“Hey, I’m being a good boy. My dick isn’t. You should punish it. Maybe with some light choking.”
Zach laughs while his hands travel down my wide chest. When his fingers brush over my happy trail, I grip his hands to stop him.
“That was a joke. You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
I search his green eyes but only see a man determined.
I release his hand. “If you’re sure.”
He nods. “Using my hand is something I’ve had a lot of practice with.”
He wraps his hand around me and gives two unsure pumps.
“Do whatever makes you feel good.”
His thumb rubs over the tip, feathery light, making me shudder. This time when he strokes he’s more sure.
“Like that.” I throw my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of someone else touching my dick.
It feels like forever since it’s been anything but my own hand.
“Foster?”
My eyes fly open and meet his.
“Kiss me?”
I grin. Then, like he promised me last night, I lean in and whisper, “I will never say no to that.”
When our mouths come together, his stroking falters.
He ravishes my mouth, his tongue dueling mine, and I’m loving this new side of him. He’s aggressive in the way he kisses me. In the way he turns us and backs me up against the cool tiles.
But whether he’s terrible at multitasking or he’s too distracted by my mouth, his hand has completely stalled now.
I thrust my hips forward.
He breaks his mouth away. “Sorry. Distracted.”
“That’s okay. This works.” I roll my hips, fucking into his hand.
His cock rubs against my V, so I angle myself to line us up together.
“Or even better.” I cover his hand with mine and guide it to wrap around both of us.
Zach’s head falls to my shoulder. His hot breath ghosts my cold, wet skin, and then he lightly touches his lips to my collar bone.
He moves his mouth up to my neck, leaving soft kisses along the way, while he strokes us both. Turns out he’s awesome at multitasking, but I need more.
“Harder,” I grunt.
He chuckles. “The kissing or this …” He grips my cock tighter and moves his hips, dragging his hard length against mine.
“Fuck. Both.”
Zach sucks on my skin in a way that makes me think he’ll have no trouble giving me a blowjob.
One day.
Right now, I’m too busy enjoying his hand on me and the confident way he’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Foster? I’m gonna—”
I beat him to it, warm spurts of cum splashing onto our stomachs.
Zach moans and then shudders, still grinding against me, his release joining the mess between us.
I hold him close. The second he lifts his head, I capture his mouth with mine.
Our chests heave, but slowly, we calm down. When our kisses become soft and our bodies recover, I pull back to see insecure Zach is back.
“So, that was okay?”
I kiss the tip of his nose. “There are no words to describe how good that was.”
His shy smile makes my dick twitch.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.
We’re supposed to be watching a movie, but Zach’s paying more attention to me than the laptop on my side table.
He’s on his back, and I’m on my side resting on my elbow so I can see over him. My other arm is draped over his waist.
His fingers run over my neck where I know there’s probably a mark. “I’ve never given anyone a hickey before.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of things you’ve never done before meeting me.”
“Is that cockiness I hear?”
“Are you really surprised?”
“Not in the slightest.”
I lower my head and kiss him softly. “You’re supposed to be watching the screen.”
“I have questions.”
“What about?”
There’s a pause. “Sex.”
“And we’re done with the movie.” I reach over and close the laptop. “What questions?”
“Umm … well, how do you, like, choose if you’re a top or a bottom?”
“There’s a sorting hat. Like in Harry Potter. It wasn’t even placed on my head before it screamed, ‘Top!’ and then all the other tops welcomed me to