“The good news is,” –Oz reached his hand down my body and closed it around my dick– “I’ve thought of a few things that might distract you for a little while.”
Another fart had me closing my eyes as a noxious plume of doggy gas wafted over us. “Babe, you’ve got an incredible mouth, but I don’t think even you’re that good.”
Oz gave me a couple of hard strokes that had me bucking up into his hand. “What if I said we could hide out in the shower while I show you how” –he twisted his wrist and then flicked his finger over my slit, causing me to gasp– “talented I can be?”
“I say you’re on,” I managed to groan. I dragged him up to me and kissed him hard, but another loud fart had me sitting up, taking Oz with me. I practically dragged him to the shower. Boo darted after us, but I managed to close the bathroom door before she could sneak through it. She let out an indignant whine.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I called to her as the door clicked into place, then I was pushing Oz up against the vanity and covering his laughing mouth with mine. All traces of humor quickly fled as I lifted him so his ass was riding the edge of the sink. He was still wearing his underwear, but he’d somehow managed to divest me of mine before we’d gotten out of bed. His fingers closed around my cock as he kissed me.
“Shower,” he reminded me.
“Fuck the shower,” I growled. “This is good.”
I wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him so I could get the underwear off him. As soon as the material was gone, he began rubbing our dicks together as his hands slid up and down my back. “Blowjob,” he murmured.
I shook my head. “Later. Need to fuck you again.” I practically dragged him off the vanity and turned him around so he was facing the mirror. I bit down on the flesh where his neck met his shoulder as I notched my cock between the globes of his ass. “Watch yourself,” I demanded when Oz dropped his eyes. I snagged his hair and forced his head back. “See what you do to me,” I growled in his ear.
He moaned and pushed his ass against me. “Just fuck me already,” he snapped. His skin was flushed with color and his eyes were dancing with pure, raw need.
I searched out his mouth and kissed him as I slid my hands over his tight ass. I split his cheeks open and let my dick slide over his fluttering opening. “Lube, condom,” I said. “Where are they?”
“Same place they were last night,” he said.
I stilled. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered. I met his gaze in the reflection and saw him barely keeping from laughing.
“Do you want me to go—” he began, but I cut him off.
“No way! Knowing you, you’ll take one look at your gaseous little princess out there and forget all about me.”
Oz reached behind himself and closed his fingers around my dick. He began stroking me as he rubbed his body against mine. “Believe me, that’s not going to happen.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. “Stay here. Don’t move.”
“Yes… sir,” Oz said, his eyes holding mine. I could tell he was only half-teasing with the “sir” part. Not surprisingly, my dick jumped and pre-cum began seeping from the head. I forced myself to release my hold on him and spared him one last glance as I reached for the doorknob. His eyes followed me as he held his position, and I took a second to admire the graceful line of his shoulders, back, and ass as he remained bent over the vanity.
Waiting.
For me.
Jesus.
I quickly opened the door and used my foot to keep Boo from rushing into the bathroom. I had to dance around her while holding my breath as I closed the door behind me and darted for the nightstand. Predictably, the dog followed me, giving me the evil eye the whole time.
Yeah, she knew what I was about to do to her daddy and was promising retribution.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered, then regretted it because muttering meant needing to breathe. “I said I’d make it up to you,” I gasped. I grabbed a handful of condoms and the lube from the drawer and vaulted over the bed to try and beat Boo back to the bathroom. By the time I got us once again enclosed in our fart-free lair, I already had one of the condoms ripped open. When I turned to Oz, I nearly swallowed my tongue.
He was still in the same position, but he had two fingers buried deep inside his ass. “Just thought I’d help things along,” he said with a sexy smirk as he began fucking himself. “Remembered this was in my shaving kit.” I noticed a small bottle of lube sitting on the vanity in front of him.