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“Are you going to really exercise here or fake it while you ogle me?”
“Yeah, probably that second one.”
“I’m done. Seriously.” He tried to keep a straight face, but he was cracking. And I wanted to see him lose it.
The machine I was on had a long bench in front of it. I suspected it was so someone working out could do them on their back if they wanted. But I was facing Coleman instead of the machine, so the bench stretched in front of me. I lifted my legson top of it and crossed my ankles. I still held the pulldown bars, but I wasn’t working it. I wiggled my socked toes at him.
And it worked. He busted out laughing and let the weights down. He was on his back in the machine, and I considered straddling him, but I wasn’t sure it would hold both of us, but it didn’t matter because he got up. “Come on, Zig. Let’s go shower.”
“Oh yeah! You don’t have to tell me twice.” I scrambled after him, and he toweled off on the way up the elevator to our room. Our ghost followed behind, shadowing us quietly and without comment. Drake was paid handsomely to protect us, keep us safe, not to butt his nose in our business. And he didn’t. I liked him because he was quiet, inconspicuous, and didn’t give me lectures any time I wanted to do something stupid. Which was probably a lot.
At our room, Drake leaned against the wall in the hallway while we went in and headed straight for the shower. We dropped our clothes on the floor along the way. We could pick them up later. Now, we were both in a hurry to get wet and naked.
The bathroom was spa-like and had a glass door that pretty much made the entire thing a wet room. There was only a skinny glass partition on the tub-shower combo, leaving the rest open. It didn’t matter if the water splashed out over the tile since there was a small drain along the back of the tub. There were three shower heads, and I immediately thought about renovating my place to add more. A standard one came out of the wall, high enough that tall guys could still use it—thankfully. There was also a rainfall showerhead coming from the ceiling. I wasn’t sure how much I liked that one until Coleman got in and turned it on. The third was a handheld, hanging on a hook beside the standard head. But Coleman under the rainfall was a sight.
I bit my lip and joined him, stepping over the side of the tub. I ran my finger down the center of his chest.
“You like?” he asked.
“You know it…”
“Good. Get over here and kiss me.”
My cock sure liked it when he got all commanding on me. It stood even straighter than it already was as I did as he asked and got under with him. We kissed, warm water gently cascading over us. And I officially changed my mind about the rainfall showerhead. I was totally getting one of these installed the second we got off this fucking tour.
Coleman broke our kiss first. “You ready for this?”
“I’m ready for everything any time. Don’t you know that by now?”
“Oh, I know it, Zig. I know it.” He dropped to his knees but promptly sat in the tub, instead. I couldn’t blame him. Porcelain was hard on the knees. It didn’t matter. His torso was tall enough to line up when I spread my legs and bent a little. And he had no problem sucking my dick into his mouth as he grabbed my hips.
I slammed my hand against the marble slab on the wall and thrust forward. “God, yes, Cole…”
He hummed around my cock. This was going to be fast. After the night before, I would have hoped I could last longer, but this man turned me on like no one and nothing else. He squeezed my butt with one hand, his grip spreading my cheek a little. And oh shit! I came hard. And my man took every bit of it.
Coleman took his time washing me up, not letting me return the favor, but I was a determined mother fucker. I got out, and he wrapped me in a towel, but I dropped it on the way to the bed. And shook my ass, peering over my shoulder. Yeah, it was cutesy, but hey…for a taste of Coleman, I’d do nearly anything.
He came up behind me and slapped my ass. “You getting in that bed or playing around all day?”
I growled at him but bounced my ass up on the bed. “Come on, baby.” I wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was getting there. My refractory period wasn’t what it used to be, but Coleman didn’t complain. And his cock was pointing at me like a divining rod. “Give me that beast!”
“You want this?” He grabbed his cock at the base.
“Fuck yeah.”
Coleman crawled up on the mattress and got on his knees. “Show me.”
I lay down flat in front of him. “Feed me…” I opened my mouth and stuck out my flattened tongue. Coleman moaned a little and stroked his cock—twice—before he finally crawled over me and fed me that monster, inch by inch. My man was packing. A fact I’d happily learned long ago. But I could take it.
I loosened my throat and let him fuck my face as much as he wanted. He put his hands on the wall above the bed and thrust in and out until he was reciting, “Yes, yes, God, yes, Zig…” Finally, he pulled out, again gripping the base of his cock. “I want to fuck you.”
“Thought you’d never ask…” I loved sex with Coleman. It was sexy and fun, and I could actually laugh without offending him. So I did just that as I flipped over and stuck my ass up. By that time, I was seriously hard again.
Coleman didn’t waste time. He grabbed the lube and used his finger to get it in my hole. He didn’t do a lot of stretching, but I didn’t need it. As soon as he had the condom on, grumping about using them, he stuck his cock in. He slapped my ass again and started fucking me the way I liked it.
This position let him hit my prostate more often and harder than the old missionary, but I also didn’t get to see him. I loved his cum-face, but I couldn’t complain the way he nailed my spot, and I shook as I came without even touching my dick. That rarely happened, but between my lack of sex when we were apartand maybe how relaxed the pot from earlier made me, it didn’t take much.
Coleman made a weird noise that meant he was trying not to orgasm. That would not do. I tightened my ass and laughed maniacally. “No holding back, sexy.”
