lifts me enough that he can slide them down as he presses his body between my legs. His lips find mine again as his wet hand slides down my stomach and his fingers wrap around my cock. Slowly, his hand moves up my length and I groan. I didn’t realize how much I’d been aching for his touch. I don’t have much experience with sex—I’d only gone out a few times just for a chance to escape—but never did I build on any of them until they were a relationship. My father wouldn’t allow it, or maybe I was concerned about what they’d find if they got too close.
His hand slides down my length as his tongue brushes against mine. When he pulls back, I want to draw him in again, but that thought is pushed away as he kisses a line down my chest.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask.
He shakes his head as he glances up at me. “Not this time.”
I nod and plant my hands on the side of the hot tub even though I want to pull him close, wash away all those horrible memories he has. I want to give him new ones so when he thinks about sex it’s with me and no one else, but I know that’s not fair. I can’t instantly wash away years of abuse.
He kisses my inner thigh as he holds his hand out to me. At first, I’m confused about what he wants before I realize he wants me to take his hand. I reach out to him and he interlocks our fingers, and even though I’m not touching him or stroking him, it feels so much more intimate. He’s allowing me to hold on to a part of him.
“Are you sure you’re fine doing this?” I ask as his hand runs up my cock.
“Yes, stop fretting. Thank you for caring, but I’m fine,” he says and then he takes my cock in his mouth and I forget everything I was going to say.
I groan as he lowers his mouth, sucking down on me as his free hand rubs the base of my cock. He sucks on me as he bobs his head and when I look down at him, his eyes catch mine and it makes me ache. As he takes more of me into his mouth, his free hand moves down to the area between my cock and balls, rubbing gently and driving me crazy. When he squeezes my hand, I squeeze back gently as pleasure rushes through me. Even though the cool air is sticking to my wet body, his warm mouth around my cock draws all other thoughts away. When I feel myself getting close, he sucks down hard as he slowly pulls off me. His hand quickly takes over as his mouth collides with mine.
I press into him, wanting to feel more of him as I feel myself hitting my limit. I moan as cum hits his stomach and his grip on my hand tightens. I dig my fingers into the tub to keep from grabbing him and pulling him against me as my orgasm rushes through me. His strokes turn slow and gentle as do his kisses. He slowly pulls back but draws me down into the water instead of pulling away. I sit down on his lap and rest my head on his shoulder.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
“I’m good,” he says. “It helped holding on to you because whenever dark thoughts reach for me, I can still feel you.”
He draws lines down my back with his fingers as we sit in silence for about ten minutes until the dogs start barking. Shepherd instantly grabs me and sets me down as he stands up to look, but it doesn’t require too much looking before I see Dave’s truck pulling into the driveway. He gets out, all smiles as he heads our way, and I realize that I have no underwear or clothes on.
“Where are my underwear?” I whisper.
Shepherd instantly starts laughing as he looks around. “I don’t know… I feel like I just whipped them off at some point.”
“Hey, boys!” Dave says, cheery as can be.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at the hospital? I heard you took quite the spill,” Shepherd says as he gets out, leaving me to do an Easter egg hunt for my underwear alone.
“Yeah, well, I’m tough. I was back to normal within an hour and champing at the bit to get out of there!” he