“Sure.” He kissed my temple. “Mind if I join you? The shower’s plenty big.”
My face heated. I wasn’t a virgin or even particularly shy, but I’d never shared something like that with another person before. It had never occurred to me to ask my previous boyfriends and partners. But still, the idea of being naked under the bright bathroom lights and in the clouds of steam with Andy, to see him and maybe touch him like that—
“As long as you don’t hog all the water,” I said, and rose to my feet.
Andy led me up the stairs, past more newly-hung artwork and into the master bedroom again. There were more bookshelves in here, I noticed for the first time, just as full as the shelves downstairs. This was way more than some regular-person book collection, I thought with faint satisfaction as I scanned a few titles on my way into the bathroom.
“You have a lot of books,” I commented as he reached into the glassed-in shower—large, just as he promised—and turned the water on to heat. My bare toes curled against the cool tile as he turned back to me with a lopsided grin before he peeled off his t-shirt and chucked it into a nearby hamper.
“I do,” he agreed. He started working on his worn leather belt, then paused to raise his eyebrows at me. “You planning to get in fully dressed?”
I rolled my eyes and smothered a laugh as I started tugging at my own clothes, eyes still on Andy as he shucked his jeans and rolled his tight-fitting boxer-briefs down his muscular legs. When his dick emerged, it was only semi-hard, but still long and thick enough that my hands fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans as I remembered the way it felt when he pounded it into me. I watched as it grew longer and harder under my gaze, until I looked up and met Andy’s smirk.
I expected him to tease me for staring, but instead he just shrugged. “Come on,” he said, and swung the glass shower door open. Clouds of steam billowed out. “Shower’s hot.”
It was hot—hot with perfect water pressure that beat against my tired muscles and skin that felt grubby after such a long day. I closed my eyes and tipped my face up into the water, while Ian stepped up close behind me to kiss my naked shoulder. His hard dick bumped against my ass and I arched against him as his big hands trailed down my arms, long fingertips just brushing against my breasts that suddenly ached and tingled.
He laughed, soft and sensual. “Let’s wash first,” he said, his voice a warm rasp in my ear. “Then…whatever else we feel like doing.”
I was usually pretty efficient in the shower—too much to do each day, after all—but I must have set some kind of land speed record for washing myself. Inside of two minutes, everything was clean, and I stood under the hot spray to rinse the conditioner out of my hair as Andy finished his own quick cleansing.
“All done?” I said lightly as I stepped aside to let Andy rinse off. I reached up to trail my fingertips down the firm ridges of his abdomen, down to his cock, which had grown impossibly hard, the ruddy tip pulsing with his arousal.
“Mmhmm.” He reached out to push a wet strand of hair out of my face. “You?”
I didn’t answer him—not with words, anyway. Instead, I just wrapped my fingers around his hard dick and sank to my knees, until I was eye-level with his cock. I pumped him once, twice, then leaned forward to trace the tip of my tongue around his fat crown before I surrounded him with my lips and sucked gently, relishing the hiss of pleasure that whooshed out of Andy as I played with his hot flesh.
Andy was too long for me to fit his full length into my mouth, but I took in as much as I could, cheeks hollowing as I sucked him before I drew back to play with his tip again, flickering my tongue against the underside while he tensed up from the sensations. Exploring him like this—it was sexy and fun, and he rewarded me with swift indrawn breaths and murmured encouragement.
I licked along his engorged shaft as I reached up to gently fondle the dark weight of his balls in my hands, and he groaned his approval as his fingers affectionately caressed my cheek.
“You can be a little rougher with them,” he rasped, groaning again when I complied.
Between my legs, my pussy felt swollen and achy as my own arousal grew, and I withdrew one of my hands to slip between my thighs and gently circle my tingling clit. It was good—so good, I thought desperately. I felt dirty and wild and free with Andy, and I never wanted this feeling to end.
“Fuck my mouth,” I said, letting him slip out of my lips for just a heartbeat as I looked up at him, feeling daring and seductive. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
He didn’t hesitate, placing his big hand at the back of my head and pushing between my lips while my fingers danced on my clit and dipped into the aching emptiness of my pussy. I matched Andy’s thrusts into my mouth with my own thrusts into my channel, harder and deeper as he built up speed.
“Do you want me to finish in here, or do you want to get out so I can fuck you?” His fingers tunneled through my hair, gently pushing the strands away from my face as he pulled back slightly.
I sat back on my heels, withdrawing my fingers from my pussy to hold them up toward him. Grabbing my wrist, he lowered his head and sucked them clean, swirling his tongue around the digits as I rose to my feet and leaned forward to kiss the strong column of his neck.
“I want you to fuck me in your bed,” I whispered against his wet skin.
We toweled off even faster than we washed ourselves in the first place and raced naked into Andy’s dim bedroom. I sat on the comforter and scooted back toward the pillow. But Andy had other ideas, and grabbed my ankles to flip me over onto my belly and haul me into his desired position, with my aching breasts pressed into the comforter and my ass raised in the air and my legs spread wide enough that I could feel the cool air against my heated pussy.
“Gorgeous,” Andy murmured, pressing his lips against one round cheek before he leaned in to drag his tongue over my sensitive flesh, past my clit and my pussy and all the way to my ass.
I jumped and tensed as his tongue gently circled the tight ring. Nobody had ever done that before, but with every hot pass of his tongue against it, my pussy clenched and I felt myself grow even wetter. Maybe I was missing out, I thought weakly.
I shivered again, and Andy chuckled, the sound dark and lustful. “Poor Josie. I don’t think anybody’s ever eaten this pretty ass before.”
He licked at me one last time and I gasped and twitched against him. More—I needed more, and I wasn’t even sure where anymore with the sensations he pulled from my body.
Andy stepped away from me for just a second, long enough to grab a condom and roll it over his straining cock before he stepped up behind me again. His fat head bumped against my swollen flesh and I wiggled my hips, a silent invitation for him to slide inside of me and fuck me the way I wanted. Needed.
He loomed over me, a large and comforting presence as he balanced on one knee behind me and planted another foot near my side to maintain his balance and give him better leverage to fuck me. His thick cock slid inside me in a swift, easy movement, and I gasped at the sudden fullness edged with a tantalizing thread of pain—pain that merged and blended with the pleasure, like salty and sweet.