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Matty’s wide swimmer shoulders begged to be kissed and bitten. The black athletic tape I’d applied days ago was starting to fray and roll up at the edges. I’d have to reapply it when we returned to the estate.
My eyes traveled south, drinking in his strong pecs and pebbled nipples. His wide lats, honed from years of training, added to the spans of his torso. Chiseled abs displayed valleys that cut perfect paths downward toward the promised land.
I wanted to lick up and down those valleys.
Like most swimmers, Matty shaved everything, his pubic hair included. There was nothing to impede my inspection. Matty’s dick hung hard and heavy between his thighs, pre-cum already glistening at the tip. His shaft was long with a medium thickness, while the maroon head flared out wide and bulbous.
My mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around him, my tongue tasting him. I’d have to deep throat him to take it all.
“You’re beautiful,” I blurted. “Have I died and gone to gay heaven?”
Matty arched an eyebrow, his gaze heated, challenging, a come-on.
When his hand grabbed the base of his cock, giving it a featherlight stroke to the tip and back to spread the pre-cum, my fevered eyes nearly melted off my face.
The glorious son of a bitch was putting on a show and fuck if I didn’t love it. His self-satisfied smile made my heart twitch.
Turning around in a lingering fashion, he said, “I’ll get the shower ready,” which presented me with a sublime view of his firm ass, strong hamstrings, and shapely calves.
I’d never been a calves man—at least I never knew I was a calves man—but goddamn if I didn’t want to take a chunk out of that sinewy muscle right then and there.
“I won’t last five minutes,” I lamented to his backside.
“My guess,” Matty said as he adjusted several buttons and levers inside the shower, “is you won’t last two minutes. I have no intention of going easy on you.”
My cock strained even harder against my jeans and an involuntary shiver ran through me. Anticipation alone was going to stop my heart before I set a single foot inside that shower.
Multiple shower heads hissed to life and within a minute the bathroom was filled with steam.
“Your turn,” Matty said. He stood outside the shower, staring at me, his hand gently stroking his cock.
His voice was raw, tight, like he was doing everything in his power to not barrel over and rip my clothes off.
I knew his hunger. I’d been the recipient of Matty’s passionate side.
He was not an idle lover and he wasn’t used to standing back. If I could read his mind, I’d be privy to his deepest, darkest thoughts, and all the things he wanted to do to me.
So I knew just how difficult it was for him to stand there and watch me.
I also knew there was no going back after this.
My fingers popped the button of my jeans before pushing them down and stepping out of them. I watched Matty’s eyes dart to my midsection. I was wearing dark boxer briefs that hugged my highs. The fabric was clearly tented by my erection, a wet spot darkening the front.
Matty licked his lips and that’s all it took for me to shove my boxers down and bare myself to him. A groan escaped his lips and I felt a newfound sense of power, of control, of desiring something that I was allowed to desire.
Stepbrothers aside, this wasn’t forbidden.
This was nothing like my complicated relationship with Drew.
“Perfection,” Matty murmured. My eyes followed where he was focused. My cock was standing straight out, bobbing, and already leaking. I wasn’t shaved like Matty and a patch of dark blond pubic hair stood out in contrast with my tan skin.
If I touched myself, I’d explode, so I refrained. Matty’s chagrined expression conveyed he completely understood my dilemma.
Holding a hand out, he said, “Come on,” and his hand was sizzling hot in my mine as we stepped inside the steamy shower.
The water was hot, glorious, and it perfectly matched the heat emanating from my body. I let the water douse me head to toe.
I slicked back my hair and watched as Matty performed the same action under his shower head. Tiny droplets of water clung to his long, dark eyelashes, and I wondered if I’d ever beheld anything as profound as the way his eyes devoured me.
