letting it run over my face. I lost myself to the sensation of him and the warmth of the shower. He pressed the soap into my stomach and lathered me. He tugged me out of the water and soaped me up, handling my cock like he would any other part of my body. He lowered to one knee, cleaning the blood off my thigh and washing each leg in turn. He came up and washed my backside, my ass, his soapy fingers slipping inside and then up my slit.
I moaned. There was no helping it. He cleaned me thoroughly and I stood there, letting him do it and knowing I had to find a way to break things off with him. Had to find a way to convince myself to stop him from touching me. But not yet. Not right now. He turned me around and forced me to step back into the water. He stayed where he was and took my cock in hand. He looked up at me and sucked my tip between his lips.
I gasped. “Daddy.”
He’d never sucked me off. Not in all the time we played.
“When you are good for Daddy, you get rewarded. I told you there would be one.”
“Fuck…” Every other word had left my vocabulary.
“Like that?” He took me further into his mouth, twisting his hand to meet his lips.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck.” My cock was pulsing and my balls were already tight. It could have been the stress or it might have been the pent-up anxiety, but I was not going to last long.
He let me fall from his mouth, stroking me. “Like blow jobs?”
“Yes.” My word was more of a whimper.
“Do you want me to continue?”
I nodded, not trusting my words.
He obliged and took me to the back of his throat, my tip hitting it with every suck. His tongue lavishing around my shaft, swirling over all the sensitive parts of me and into my slit as he pulled back.
“You taste so good, my Prince.” His eyes dilated and he was sexy as fuck. Sexier like this than when he was a mysterious Daddy and I hated realizing it. I’d loved the fantasy but I liked this more. Someone who wanted me for me.
I felt hot and desired. Powerful. More powerful than even in the library.
“Daddy, you’re going to make me come.”
His lips pulled tight in a smile and he spoke around my head, tongue still teasing. “That’s the idea. I want your release.”
I gasped, eyes closing. His fingers splayed over my ass, grabbing and digging into the meat of my cheek, keeping me where he wanted me. I was so close. He was going to push me off the edge any minute. I started to whimper and plead. He pushed harder with his fingers and I lost it, spilling into his mouth. My vision started to go black and I staggered.
He was on his feet in an instant, catching me and hugging me into his chest. He embraced me until I felt steady and beyond. We stood in the water like that for a long time, only moving when it ran cold.
I came down and groaned. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” he asked, pulling back so he could look into my eyes.
“I don’t even know. I want to blame the blood loss but I think it’s everything.”
“Let’s get you dry and talk.”
“I don’t want to talk.” And I didn’t. Ever. I wanted to fuck until we could escape here and pretend I didn’t have to think about anything until then.
Adam could not know.
What if he came home early because of the snow?
I was so screwed.
Three
JENSEN
I had to figure out how to get Aiden to talk to me. This wasn’t something we could sweep under the rug and pretend never happened. I wanted it talked about and I wanted this to continue. I wasn’t ready to give up things with Aiden.
“Come on, let's get you dried off.” I helped him out of the shower and found towels in his linen closet. I let him take one and checked his stitches before drying myself off.
“I would offer you something other than jeans, but I don’t have anything that will fit you.” He glanced down at himself and then at me.
I was roughly twice his size, not only in height but also in width. He had fine bones and delicate features, where I was just big. “I’ll be fine in my jeans and sleep in nothing.”
He stared at me. “Sure, I’ll make up