Not a huge problem—I popped open Priest’s body wash. Surely, he wouldn’t mind me using some.
And god, it smelled good. Subtle, like Priest smelled, a hint of citrus and something rich and woodsy. Arousal curled in my gut, in an instinctive, animal way. Something about smelling like him made me dizzy with desire, and it only got worse as I ran the soap over my arms and chest in a luxurious lather. And maybe I went a little slower than I might usually, savoring the rich, familiar smell as it filled the shower, as the steam and the hot water loosened my tense muscles.
I closed my eyes as I ran my hands over my chest again. Immediately, I thought of Priest—how could I not, with his scent surrounding me, knowing he spent time in this same shower, naked and wet, using the same soap I was using? And for once, I didn’t try to push the thoughts away.
Priest had looked so surprised to see the toy on my bed. I’d been embarrassed at first, because I knew it wasn’t exactly a beginner’s toy. It was big, the way I liked it, and it hit all the right places inside me. It’d been a long time since I had a regular partner, and sometimes I just wanted to be fucked. I’d expected that Priest would be awkward, or pretend he hadn’t seen it, but when I’d risked a glance over at him, his face had looked… interested.
Curious.
Maybe even turned on.
His eyes had widened a little, and his mouth had dropped open. A flush had built in his cheeks. Had he been thinking about me using it?
The thought made the arousal burn even hotter inside me. My cock began to fill with interest, and I skated my hand up and down my chest, over the plane of my abs.
Had he been thinking about using it on me?
I bit back a groan. The fantasy slammed into my mind, fully formed like it’d just been waiting for me to acknowledge it. I imagined myself spread out on Priest’s bed, on my back with my knees bent, with Priest kneeling at my side. He’d be good at touching me, too—gentle but strong. Practiced. He’d press one hand into the center of my chest, pinning me down, as he pushed the lube-slick dildo inside me.
Fuck, it’d feel even better that way, the familiar shape inside me so thick and hard, but with Priest’s hands directing it. He’d fuck me slow and deep, pressing it all the way into the base, and then dragging it out slowly. Making me beg for it, not like the hard and fast way I fucked myself.
I wrapped my hand around my cock. It only took a few strokes, with my hand slick with his body wash, to bring myself to full hardness. I braced one hand on the wall and tipped my head forward, letting the water thrum across the tense back of my neck and the width of my shoulders.
Did Priest run his mouth in bed? God, I hoped he did. I tightened my grip around my cock as I imagined Priest leaning down, keeping me pinned to the bed, refusing to touch my cock as he fucked me with the toy. He’d whisper into my ear, in that low, familiar voice, telling me how good I was doing. How he wanted to see me come. How he’d give me his cock if I took the toy well enough.
Fuck. My knees felt weak, unstable; my abs tensed as the heat in my gut burned hotter and curled tighter. My hand moved quickly up and down the length of my cock. I couldn’t resist the pleasure of it, couldn’t hold it off. It was too overwhelming, with his scent all around me and the fantasy so intense in my imagination.
I imagined Priest withdrawing the toy, then gripping my thighs with both hands, pressing me backward—folding me in half—and sliding his hot, hard cock inside me with no resistance. It’d feel so much better than the toy, so fucking hot and real, like I hadn’t felt in such a long time. He’d groan as he did so, leaning forward to capture my lips in a sloppy, sexy kiss, fucking his tongue into my mouth the same way he fucked his cock into my ass.
I gasped, working my hand fast and hard as my orgasm crested. My hand scrabbled at the shower wall as my body shuddered. The pleasure raced