Page 33 of Jacob Michaels is Not Here

Lucas did his best to stifle a laugh as I slipped behind him once more, my hands clenched on his shoulders, nearly making us both slip in the shower. My hands on his shoulders were the only things keeping me from ass-planting on the slippery floor of the large shower. The water was at a temperature between boiling and pure steam, and with the electricity out due to the storm, I couldn’t see anything in the bathroom. The two small windows on the other side of the bathroom only provided illumination when lightning flashed, which was happening in intervals that grew further apart as time went on. Rain was still coming down steadily, though it wasn’t quite the doomsday style storm it had started out at as early in the evening. Regardless, the bathroom, without electric lights, was just one big black box providing the stage for our sex-shenanigans.

“This is impossible.” I grumbled though I couldn’t put any ‘oomph’ into the words.

I was too turned on.

“You’ve never had trouble before,” Lucas mumbled playfully over his shoulder.

At least, I think he was speaking over his shoulder. It wasn’t like I could see him if he cast a glance back in my direction. The thought of him looking over his shoulder into my eyes as I did my best to join our bodies in the shower turned me on even more than I already was. My desire to make things work in the slippery, steamy shower was becoming an ache in my groin. I felt like I was going to explode before things would actually get underway. Suddenly, I found myself wishing that I was as buff and in shape as I had been when I had filmed my last action movie. If I had that heft and agility, I would have just scooped Lucas up and pounded away at him without any difficulty. I would impress him with my skills and addict him to my body. Not that he wasn’t nearly jones-ing for me normally.

“I got this, don’t worry,” I mumbled back as I stepped gingerly up behind him again.

“Please.” He sighed. “Come on, babe. I really fucking need this right now.”

“How much do you need it?” I teased as I guided myself towards him, doing my best to hit my target in the dark. “Tell me how much—”

When I placed my hand against the shower wall to stabilize myself, my palm slipped against the tile, and I slid forward, my face smashing into the back of Lucas’ head. Instead of screaming out in pain, Lucas began laughing uproariously as I stepped back and grabbed my nose with a groan. I could hear Lucas turn gently around in the shower in front of me. I still had my nose in my fist, rubbing it as Lucas’ hand grabbed ahold of another part of me and began to stroke.

“Do you need me to take charge, babe?” He cooed.

I groaned as his fist pumped slowly up and down the length of me, and his lips found mine in the dark. Reaching out, I tried bracing a hand against the shower door and the other on the wall of the shower again, only to find myself slipping once more. Lucas laughed against my mouth as he caught me, wrapping his arms around my middle to hold me upright.

“I think you might be more comfortable with fire than water, babe.” He whispered seductively into my ear as the showerhead forcefully sprayed water against his back.

“This is ridiculous.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Why did I think this was such a good idea?”

Lucas moved his hand down to my length again as his other arm stayed around me, eliciting another moan from me.

“Because doing this together seems like a good idea anywhere.” He cooed once more as his arm slid from around my middle.

Lucas continued to slowly work me in his fist as he reached behind himself to turn the spray of the showerhead off. It was almost as if Lucas could see in the dark and know where everything was, the deft way he handled every situation in the shower. Of course, it was his shower, so he probably knew every inch of it by heart.

“You probably say that to all the guys you’ve had in this shower.” I teased; my voice gruff as he continued to use his hand on me. “Make all of the guys feel good about themselves so you can have your way with them.”

“You’re the only guy I’ve ever had in this shower.” He squeezed me tightly, just this side of painful, before the stroking resume. “But I don’t have to convince you to let me have my way with you, either.”

“Never,” I grunted.

“Let’s dry off and move this to the bed, babe.” He stated gently, his fist slowly sliding away from me.

Feeling his hand loosen and then slide away from me made me want to scream out in frustration but, instead, a low growl escaped my throat as Lucas shoved the door of the shower open and nudged me towards the opening. Obviously, I was not to be trusted to exit the shower after him. He wanted to stay behind in case I slipped and needed to be caught. I rolled my eyes, knowing that he would not catch the expression in the dark bathroom, and stepped out onto the mat in front of the shower. Once my other leg had followed, and I was on solid ground, Lucas followed. I didn’t venture far from the shower for fear that I would bump into something, or trip, or commit any number of blunders, thus giving Lucas something else to tease me over. Instead, I moved just far enough aside to allow him to exit the shower and close the door after himself. We both were outside of the shower, dripping water onto the mat and floor as I yanked the condom off of myself and let it fall to the ground. We would need a fresh one before we continued.

Before I could make a move towards the door—or, at least, in the direction I thought the door was—Lucas pulled me into him and pushed his lips against mine again. We had barely completed the kiss before his mouth was on my neck, then my chest, then trailing lower to my stomach. I moaned as Lucas worked his way down my stomach, planting kisses over and over again against my wet flesh, his lips sucking at my skin as he lowered to his knees. He was taking me into his mouth as his knees hit the bathroom floor. He moaned hungrily as his mouth began to move on me, and my fingers clutched at his hair. My other arm wanted to shoot out to brace myself against the wall or the shower door, but I was afraid that I would slip again, pulling my body away from his mouth and ending my ecstasy. Instead, my other hand grasped at his hair as well, using him for support as he sucked at me.

Everything ended too quickly because soon Lucas was back on his feet, his mouth searching out mine. As we kissed again, I wondered if his lips tasted like what he had just had in his mouth. My fingers stayed tangled in his soaking wet hair as we fed at each other’s mouths and lower parts of us fought and strained against each other. Suddenly, Lucas was pulling at me, his mouth staying on mine as he directed us towards the bathroom door. We tumbled out of the bathroom, somehow keeping our lips pressed to each other’s as we collapsed in a heap on the bed. Lucas pushed me back onto his bed, obviously unconcerned with the fact that we were both still wet.

Using my elbows, I pulled myself entirely onto the bed and turned my body so that I was laying along its length. In the dark room, I saw Lucas’ figure walk around to the foot of the bed in the dark, and then he crawled up between my legs. Within moments, his mouth was back on me, and my fingers were in his hair, urging him to keep doing the thing that he did expertly. Lucas’ moaning on me and his head bobbing hungrily only aroused me more as my fingers pulled at his hair. Groans escaped my throat as he did his best to bring me to the brink with nothing more than his lips and tongue.

Just when I thought I might be moving towards the point of no return, Lucas pulled his mouth away from me. Obviously, he sensed me starting to buck my hips towards him as he bobbed his head and knew that only meant one thing. He didn’t want things to end so quickly. Lucas kissed the tip of me, and I knew that if the lights were on, I’d see him grinning devilishly up at me. It was a good thing the electricity was out. That would have sent me over the edge and made a real mess of things.

As I ran my fingers over every inch of Lucas in the dark, he crawled up my body and reached over to the bedside table. Working like he had night vision, Lucas found the condoms and lube quickly. The tearing of a wrapper sounded, and I immediately felt him sliding a tube of latex over the length of me, his hands moving swiftly, desperately. Then a sound of thick liquid squirting and his hand moving over me again. Lucas chunked the lube to the side, aiming wildly in the dark and I felt his slick, lube slathered hand slap against my chest as he raised himself up to position himself over me.

Doing this thing, Lucas letting me enter his body in such a way, wasn’t new to either of us, but it still took work. My mind drifted to thoughts of how people think that slipping a penis into someone else is an easy, painless task—something movies would like you to believe. I’d done enough sex scenes—with men and women—to know that Hollywood wanted everyone to believe that sex is never messy, uncomfortable, gross, or clumsy. But it is never that simple. The work it takes is frustratingly pleasurable, but it is never effortless. Lucas shimmied and wiggled and pushed, his hand holding me still and against the target as he eased down on me bit by bit, moans escaping his throat as he took me inside of him. My hands found his hips and my nails nearly dug into his flesh as I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from screaming out at the feeling he was providing.

Once I was fully inside of him, Lucas put his other hand on my chest as well, now slick with the residual lube his other hand had smeared on me, and he began moving. Lucas was slapping against my belly each time he bounced on me, so I hungrily reached out and took him in my fist. Groaning loudly, Lucas’ movements became more frantic as I pumped him with my fist, and he moved up and down the length of me. Even though Lucas’ intention at moving from one activity to another was to stop things from ending too quickly, it became clear very quickly that things were going to end soon for both of us.

“Oh, God!” Lucas groaned. “Not yet, not yet.”

I didn’t know if he was talking about himself or me.

Regardless, I pumped him harder, making him moan even louder.

“Fuck, Rob!” He groaned suddenly, and I felt him release on my stomach and chest as his movements on top of me got faster and more harried.

Lucas’ bucking on top of me, his release, the tightening of him around me, his groans and moans—all of it sent me over the edge. I found myself gripping his hips and holding on tightly as my own hips started to rise and fall, meeting his movements as I released as well. Lucas’ hands were like claws on my shoulders, his nails digging into my flesh—I didn’t care—as we both finished our climb up to the top of ecstasy and plummeted down to satisfaction. I looked up at Lucas as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through my body.

His eyes seemed to glow green in the dark.

Then that glowing was gone. Had he shut his eyes? Had I imagined it? I didn’t care. I just rode those waves of pleasure as our orgasms seemed to go on forever. When they finally started to subside, Lucas’ hands slid away from my shoulders, and he collapsed on top of me, his chest falling into mine. He didn’t pull himself off of me, but instead, let me stay inside of him as he gasped for breath on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me tightly as I attempted to catch my breath as well. Several minutes passed with Lucas’ face nuzzled against my neck, his gasps of breath hot against my skin, though I didn’t care. Finally, we both caught our breath, and Lucas shifted just enough to remove my body from his with a content sigh.

“I love you, Rob.” He moved to whisper against my mouth.

“I love you, too, Lucas,” I whispered back.

Our feeding at each other’s mouths was languid and lazy. But we fed.