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Matty sucked in air and his stomach went tight. He placed a hand out in front of him on the wall for support.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he panted. “Because this is god-tier-level shit, Ciaran.”
When my slick and soapy hand wrapped around his engorged cock, he moaned loudly and bucked in my grip. He was heavy and hard on my palm and I loved every second of it. To hold him steady, I placed my other hand at his hip.
I’d never done anything like this before, but I’d jerked my own dick long enough to know what to do.
I started slow, with a firm grip at the base but a lighter touch at the tip. I allowed my thumb to skim over his slit. Each time I did that, he shuddered and hissed out, “Fuuuuck.”
His skin was satiny soft and I couldn’t get enough.
I was no longer on the verge of coming myself. Having all the power somehow allowed me to delay my own gratification. I don’t know how to explain it as I teased Matty’s cock, but I seemed to know how he wanted me to touch him. I’d give him a few quick strokes before slowing to a crawl before returning to a steady jack-off rhythm.
“Ciaran,” Matty complained. “I’ve been on edge three times now. You’re absolutely killing me.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no,” he grunted as he tried to thrust himself in my tightened grip. “But I won’t last much longer.” He gulped for air. “And I really want to touch you before I do.” Then he added, “I want us to come at the same time, together. And then,” he vowed, “I am going to take you to bed and continue exploring you until you beg me to stop.”
I didn’t realize it until then, either, but I wanted that, too.
“Okay.”
I released Matty’s cock. When he turned to face me, his eyes consumed me, like he’d been holding in everything he wanted to do to me.
That expression told me I was in for a world of pleasure.
57
MATTHIAS
Edging. Ciaran was edging me like a sex god and he didn’t even know it. Oh, he knew what he was doing to me, he could sense that his hold on me was beyond anything I could have imagined, but his movements were not that of an expert.
Which was perfect.
His exploration was gentle yet bold. Ciaran was touching me like how he touched himself and fuck that was sexy. I could easily picture him in the shower, alone, masturbating with a slick palm, his other hand braced against the wall, water cascading down his back, teasing himself until he couldn’t take it anymore.
I absolutely wanted to drive myself into him, bury my dick deep inside him, to feel his tight heat.
I wanted his sighs. His gasps. I wanted him to scream my name when he came.
But what I wanted more than anything was to watch his face when he climaxed, which was why I all but begged Ciaran to stop stroking me so that I could turn around.
He was fucking gorgeous. His blond hair was slicked back and his blue eyes were dark, full of bliss and heat.
I’d seen him in swim trunks and nothing else, but I wasn’t fully prepared for his amazing body. His wide shoulders were strong and toned. His muscular chest and arms made my knees weak. His washboard abs and long torso deserved all the praise possible. My mouth watered at the idea of exploring his belly button with my tongue.
But his cock was perfect.
It was slightly bigger than average in length and girth with a large cockhead. It curved to the right and I noticed a prominent vein that traveled along the side.
I felt faint at the thought of getting my hands on him.
“I’m going to touch you now,” I warned him. “I want you to keep your hands at your side.”
Ciaran swallowed and nodded.
I took the shampoo from the ledge and squeezed the fragrant liquid into my palm. The heady scent of exotic flowers filled the steamy shower. The glass paneling was so fogged up that I couldn’t see into the rest of the bathroom. We were cocooned in the shower like we were in our own world.
