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“Wait. What?” I asked, even while Damon continued to gently push me off the mattress. “Are you making me go take a shower right now? As in, like a command?”
“Nope. I’m saying that we should both go take a shower,” he corrected, now standing beside the bed.
I shot him a look, almost at a complete loss for words.
Why did this man always think he was in control? Of everything?
Of me?
“Damon, has anyone ever told you before that you’re bossy?”
“You don’t like it?” For a moment, he seemed to turn in on himself, his stance less confident than usual.
“Actually…,” I thought about it for a moment, letting the question roll around in my mind, “I think I like it. It might take some getting used to, but I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you before, so sure of their next move, so sure of everything.”
Damon seemed to let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I’m happy it didn’t scare you off. I think it’s just something in the water up here. A lot of Virginia guys—”
“Are bossy as hell?”
“Hey now. I thought you just said you liked it.” Damon smirked.
And I smirked right back. “I also said that it would take some getting used to.”
“How about you get used to it while you’re in the shower?” Damon nodded toward the bathroom, something wicked behind his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you get adjusted.”
* * *
The warm water felt so good on my skin that I almost moaned.
It wasn’t like I’d been cold, especially not with Damon in my bed, but I hadn’t been this warm, not since I’d left Atlanta. My body appreciated each and every drop of water, relaxing underneath the showerhead. Damon was standing in front of me, mostly away from the water, the occasional droplet making its way down his frame.
His chiseled, muscular frame…
I tore my eyes away from him before my gaze could go any lower, not wanting to end up shamelessly staring at Damon’s flawless cock. Just as I averted my gaze, I felt Damon’s hands on me, a fresh washcloth between his fingers.
“May I?” he asked, completely still as he waited for my response.
“You may.” I smiled as I felt him begin to move the towel, soap lathering against my skin. I took a deep breath, wanting to catch the soap’s scent, and smiled even more when I realized that it was a woodsy pine.
It reminded me of the man standing in front of me.
Damon’s movements were deliberate, like he wasn’t just trying to flirt, he also wanted to make sure he got every inch of me clean. I’d taken showers with guys before, but it’d never been anything like this, mostly just a haphazard excuse to fool around without getting dirty again. I quietly watched him work, the cloth moving along my arms, my waist, my thighs…
Up until he brought it toward my shaft.
Damon’s movements slowed as he softly ran the cloth all along my cock. I shivered at the feel of it, pleasure igniting through my system. I rested a hand against the shower wall to steady myself, as Damon picked up his pace, steadily stroking my cock with it.
“Fuck… Damon…,” I helplessly whimpered, as my shaft hardened with his touch. It was borderline embarrassing how easily he could turn me on, how easily he was able to turn me into a pile of desire and need. A few moments later and I was coming against the towel, his hand still steadily pumping my cock.
“There we go. I think we’re all done,” Damon added, when I was finished coming for him.
But before he had a chance to move away from me, I reached down for his cock, my fist moving up and down his shaft. He was just as hard as I’d been, the effect he had on me seeming to be mutual. Damon groaned as his hips thrust against my palm, almost like he was thrusting inside of me instead of my hand.
Fuck.
The thought of Damon moving inside me almost made me whimper.
I managed to keep my concentration all on him, though, my hand moving against his shaft at a faster pace, wanting him to explode the same way he’d made me explode so easily. A moment or two later I got exactly what I wanted as Damon’s come splashed all along my fingers, his breaths coming out ragged and rough.
