of you,” I admitted a little wildly. The sensation of his hands on me, his mouth, his cock, was sending my brain into overdrive and removing my brain-to-mouth filter. “You were always joking about my hair, and my eyes.”
Tex dragged his tongue across my back, and I knew he was tracing the lines of the tattoo. “Yeah,” he said. “Said you looked like a lion.”
I tipped my forehead forward against the cool tile and nodded. My knees felt weak, like it was only his grip that kept me standing. “I liked that,” I admitted.
“Couldn’t stop looking at it at the beach,” Tex said. He dug his thumbs into my lower back, massaging the muscle there. “Couldn’t stop looking at you.”
I gasped at the sensation of his hands on my lower back, pain and pleasure combining as I shifted my hips back toward him. God, he’d been watching me since then? Had he wanted me without realizing he wanted me? The thought of that made my cock drip precum desperately. “Touch me.”
“Can’t believe you got this tattoo because of me,” Tex said in a low tone that was almost awed. “I haven’t called you that in years.”
I almost said it then. Luckily, the words caught in my throat as Tex’s hands shifted lower, as his fingers dug into the muscles of my ass cheeks to spread me apart.
But I almost said: I’ve loved you for that long.
Then Tex slid his cock in between my cheeks. He didn’t slide inside me, just thrust the hot, hard line of his cock in between my cheeks and moved slowly, sliding back and forth across the sensitive skin there, the head of his cock catching on the edge of my hole like a promise.
I cursed low under my breath instead, reaching back to pin him close against me. He slid his arms around me, so his chest was flush to my back as he rutted slow and hot against me. His big hands moved restlessly on my chest, my abs, like he wanted to touch every part of me at once. Except where I really wanted his hands.
“Fucking touch me,” I said, in a tone I meant to be frustrated but came out closer to begging.
Tex kissed the back of my neck, and then slid his hand slowly down—too far down, to my annoyance, running over my hip and then my thigh. I cursed again and thrust my hips back to meet his slow rutting, and the sudden pressure around Tex’s cock made him gasp. It worked, though, and he took my cock in hand and began to stroke me in time with his thrusts.
I kept one hand grounded on his hip, and with the other I reached up and behind me, moving to cup the back of his head, but to my surprise Tex swatted my hand away. Instead, he slid his free hand to my nape and gripped it firmly, pushing my face into the cool tile. It forced a slight arch into my back, bettering the angle for him to rut against me.
I couldn’t hold back my moan, and it echoed in the bathroom. Pleasure roared through me, liquid hot. The familiarity of his hand on the nape of my neck was nearly overwhelming—the same motion he’d done what felt like thousands of times suddenly meant so much more. I’d never be able to divorce it from this moment.
And I loved that. Loved that it was permanently changed. That maybe all those gestures had been leading to this the whole time.
Tex seemed to think the same thing, his groan echoing mine as he rutted against me faster, his hand moving hard and fast over my cock. He came first, with a low moan in my ear as he squeezed the nape of my neck. His cum spilled hot across my lower back, and the sensation pushed me closer to my own climax. My toes curled against the shower floor as I came with Tex’s name in my mouth, spilling over the shower wall.
Tex slowly gathered me in his arms, turning me so we were face-to-face, and then guided me back under the now-tepid spray of the shower to rinse us off. I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him slow, wet and dirty, relaxed but thrumming with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Nice way to wake up,” I murmured into his mouth.
“No complaints here,” Tex agreed.
We stayed under the spray, sharing kisses, until it finally went from tepid to cold.
19
Tex
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