“Something like that.” His voice was quieter than before.
“I need you to be more specific.” I began to tap my bare toes on the floor. Then I forced myself to stop, and I lifted the bracelet in front of his face. “What does it mean?” I practically growled.
Instead of answering me again, he reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into the shower with him, jerking me against his body. “You are really something else,” he said close to my ear when he had me fully in the shower, pressed against him. Water soaked through my clothes, warm against my skin.
“I’m sorry I’m so frustrating.” I bit my next words back, because I didn’t know how to share my feelings. I didn’t even know what my feelings were.
He spun and pushed me back against the wall of the shower. With his hands at my waist, he lifted me until we were eye to eye. Then he lifted his leg, shoved my right leg to the side, and hitched his knee between my legs until it held me up against the wall. We were eye to eye, and I could see his smile. It was a real smile, with the crease under his eye and everything.
“I might be falling for you,” he said, his voice low and husky. He pressed his wet face against my neck and growled low in his throat. “Fuck, I know I’m falling for you.” He pressed tender lips against the side of my throat, and then lifted his head to look me in the eye. “It wasn’t what I wanted. To fall for you, I mean.” He shrugged, and he looked so boyish that I almost smiled. “It just happened.”
“This was supposed to all be pretend.”
He nudged me with his dick, which was hot and hard against my skin. “Does it feel pretend?”
I looked down. His cock was bright purple. “No. It doesn’t feel pretend.” My voice sounded breathless, even to me.
“That’s because it’s not. Nothing between us is pretend.” He lowered the leg that had been holding me up, his weight now the only thing holding me against the wall, and pushed my boy shorts to the side, and his dick pressed into the seam between my lower lips, not entering me, but skimming that sensitive bundle of nerves that instantly began to thump thump thump. He pulled his hips back, then slowly pushed forward, and I held tightly to his shoulders. My head fell back against the shower wall, and my eyes fell closed of their own accord. A whimper fell from my lips, just as a growl left his. They met in the air between us, the same way we were meeting. He thrust a little harder. A little faster. With a little more force, he slipped back and forth between my lower lips.
“Say yes,” he murmured next to my ear, just before he took the lobe between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug.
I didn’t even have to think. “Yes,” I said, and then he was inside me. I spread my thighs as he pushed into me in one hard, fast stroke. I cried out as he pushed all the way in, the base of his cock hard and big as I took all of him.
He moaned loudly and hitched me higher, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on tight, and he sank in so blissfully far that I was afraid I’d never be the same. Then he pulled out and pressed back in just as fast as the first time.
“This might not take long,” he warned, his arms quivering as he held his palms against the wall of the shower on each side of me. He moved inside me like a dream, like he would never stop.
He tugged my shirt down, tearing the drenched fabric a little in his haste. “Sorry,” he muttered, and then he latched onto my bare nipple. He sucked it hard. I should have known that sex with Will would not be like sex with other men. This was different, and I didn’t know why.
“Get out of your own head,” he said, and he lifted his head long enough to kiss me. “Stay here with me.” He slid his hand between the wall and the back of my head, cradling my skull as he fucked me, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out. “Are you with me?” he asked quietly, staring into my eyes.
“I’m here. I’m still here.”
“I need you to be with me. The whole time.”
He tilted his body so that the base of his cock hit the tender nerves in front of the place where we were joined. “Oh, God,” I whispered as my eyes fell closed.
He chuckled. “My name is Will.”
My eyes flew open, meeting his. “I know who you are.”
He thrust hard inside me again. “Do you?” He stared into my eyes.
“Yes.”
“Do you know who I am?” This time, his voice was harsh. A growl. A moan.
“Yes.”
“I need for you to come,” he said, his voice guttural.
“Make me.” I laughed, and my walls clamped down around him.
He groaned. “I can’t last much longer. Can I come inside you?”
And then I broke. I came apart. “Yes.” I shattered. My orgasm washed over me like a warm wave of feeling. Like it would never stop.
“Thank God,” he growled. And then he came, too. His cock twitched inside me. His thrusts slowed as my own tremors started to ease. He breathed heavily into my ear. His hands clasped my butt, as I was still wrapped around him like a Velcro monkey. “That wasn’t how I wanted that to go,” he said quietly, his breaths heavy and hard as they brushed my face.