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He took it in his hand and ran the tip down his cheek, groaning, “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this cock.” He had just enough of a five-o’clock shadow to scrape across my sensitive crown. I clenched my ass, thrusting into his touch.
My hands felt too empty. It wasn’t enough to bury them in his hair. I needed more of him. I needed his ass. I needed his cock and mouth… but as I stared down at him, I belatedly noticed the slight shivers that shook his shoulders and the goose bumps that appeared on his arms. The poor man was frozen.
I hauled him to his feet, and together, we stumbled into the bathroom. I wanted to warm him up, get him out of the frigid draft of the air-conditioning… shove him under the hot spray of the shower, and devour him in a cloud of steam.
I fumbled for the knobs on the shower faucet. Within seconds, we were together under the spray, our bodies slick as we rubbed against each other.
The bathroom filled with steam and the sound of our panting and moaning. “Like that. Fuck yes.” I moaned as Oscar ground his cock against mine. He reached for my ass, fingers digging against my flesh.
In the year since we’d last fucked, I’d fantasized about Oscar too many times to count. I’d jacked myself off to daydreams of him eating my ass and fucking my face. There was so much I wanted to do to him. With him. So much I wanted him to do to me.
But here, now, I didn’t have the patience for any of that. There wasn’t time for finesse or fantasies. No time to worry or overthink or even process my emotions. My need for him was too overwhelming. Too primal.
I shut off my brain and let myself feel.
I shoved my fingers in Oscar’s mouth, and he groaned. He grabbed my cock with soapy fingers, pressing it against his and stroking us both together. His breathing was rough and ragged, his movements raw.
I took my saliva-slicked fingers and reached around to slide them between his cheeks. He lifted a leg, wrapping it around my waist, giving me easier access. I found his hole, pressed a finger inside. I didn’t wait, didn’t give him time to adjust before adding a second, then a third.
He cried out in pleasure and maybe a little bit of pain, dropping his head to my shoulder and digging his teeth into the muscle there. His grip around our cocks tightened, and his movements grew more needy. I fucked him with my fingers as he jerked us frantically together.
“I’m going to come,” he panted.
I curled my fingers inside him, finding the right spot and stroking it. That sent him over the edge. His hips thrust wildly, and his cries echoed around the tiled bathroom. He came in hot, liquid spurts that drenched my own cock.
The satisfaction of seeing him undone was all it took to tip me over the edge. I pumped myself in his fist, his release making his grip slick. My orgasm ripped through me, overwhelming every sense and thought except for Oscar.
Spent, we leaned against each other, keeping one another from slipping to the shower floor. He turned his head, nuzzling against my neck. His lips brushed over my pulse, and as my chest squeezed at the tenderness of the gesture, I wished there were a way to capture with my camera how beautiful and right this moment was so that I could keep it forever.
Because I’d been lying when I thought I could have this night with no repercussions…
And I was very much afraid I’d been lying to myself all along, when I thought there was a chance I could be friends with Oscar and not fall.
It turned out I was damned good at lying.
9
OSCAR
It was a mistake. Of course it was. There was no way for me to touch someone like Hugh without wanting more, and wanting more always led to disappointment. I had years of experience to know that without a shred of doubt.
Even with his release still warm on my skin, I knew I needed to leave the shower—leave the room—and get away from him before I said something I’d regret.
“See? My advice the other day was on point. Having a little fun without expectations is good, right?” I asked, studying his face for a reaction. I tried to grin to cover up the frisson of fear crawling through my chest, but when I saw Hugh’s forehead crinkle with confusion, I wondered if I’d failed completely.
“Without expectations?” Awkwardness slithered between us, making my wet skin cold where it had been flushed and heated only seconds before. But then Hugh relaxed his face into a smirk. “How can that be when I fully expect you to stay the night in my room?”
I opened my mouth to politely decline, to make a joke about how a casual hookup worked better if there was no overnight cuddle session afterward. But then Hugh grinned and added, “That was a pickup line. Nine-point-five out of ten. Stick with me, Oscar. You’ll learn.”
The tension between us rolled away like the tide, making things as fun and easy as they always were with Hugh, and suddenly, I couldn’t remember why I’d been so determined to leave.
I rolled my eyes and sniffed. “You can’t rate yourself. That’s against the rules.”
Our teasing turned into laughter, and then into kissing… and then into something else entirely. Something I had no language to describe. I found myself reaching for the soap and sliding it over the curves and dips of his body like I was trying to commit every part of him to memory. Hugh stood quietly, watching me and no doubt wondering what I was thinking.
“Oscar, you’re shaking again,” he said after a few moments. His fingers curled around my wrist to hold my hand away from his body. I couldn’t bring myself to look at my trembling hand. “Did you eat?”
“Yes,” I said without thinking. “My chef packed dinner for the trip over. I’m fine.”
