Page 63 of Zeus

He smiles again, tongue scraping over the underside of my cock, the tip teasing that most sensitive part of my body.

He presses forward, eyes gauging mine as he tries to enter me with one finger. I shake my head, hating the frown on his face.

But the man is misreading me, and I know not to explain. Instead, I reach for the bottle of conditioner and lower it to him. He dips his head in understanding, my legs trembling with need and anticipation as the click of the conditioner bottle echoes around us.

In the next breath, his coated finger is right back where it was a second ago, access easily granted this time, and his mouth is once again circling the head of my cock.

I know the rules are silence, but there's nothing that can stop the moan of pleasure from escaping my lips with his attention.

He groans in tandem when my ass clenches around his finger, cock jumping in his mouth.

I pull back, the only warning I can manage, but he chases my cock with his mouth just as my nuts seize, cock pulsing my orgasm right onto his tongue.

As if he has something to prove, he looks up at me as he swallows, and the sight of the small trickle of cum on the corner of his mouth is damn near enough to make me come a second time.

I moan again when he presses his finger forward another inch before pulling free, and I swear his wide grin as he stands could end wars given the chance.

The sight of his tongue sweeping out and grabbing that drop of cum on his lower lip motivates me to lean closer, my mouth pressing to his. It's a risk, and I don't know how it will be received. Some people have no problem with cum in their mouth, but hesitate when the person who left the contribution risks tasting their own.

His reaction is the one I was hoping for as he presses closer, the reminder of his own need pressing into my softening cock.

In the next breath, I lower myself in front of him, eyes upturned to take in every reaction as I open my mouth and take him inside. He doesn't look away as if pretending I'm someone else, as he has done in the past. He's fully with me right now, and realizing that sends another rush of blood to my groin.

I work him over, mouth sliding up and down his cock, tongue tracing every vein and ridge as if I'll be tested on the pattern at a later date. I'm very studious that way.

I take a chance, touching his body, my hands wandering over his muscular thighs as I suck him off, and to my surprise, he doesn't shift or tell me not to touch him.

I take full advantage of the opportunity I'm being given, letting my hands wander over every inch of skin I can reach.

I nearly choke on his cock, something I've prided myself on not doing my entire life, when that very same bottle of conditioner I handed him fills my line of sight.

I pause, staring up at him, giving him the chance to change his mind as I take it in my hand. His teeth dig into his lower lip, the slight dip of his head the only confirmation I need.

I fumble the bottle, wincing in pain when it lands on my foot, but I don't let the pain distract me from the goal, and in the next breath, my hand is coated.

My mouth finds his cock once again, and after a second glance back up at him, just in case, I proceed without hesitation.

There's a tremble in his body, but I realize, when he lifts his leg and settles his foot on the side of the tub, giving me better access, that it's one of anticipation, not of fear or indecision.

I press forward with the tip of one finger, giving him time to get used to the intrusion before proceeding a little further. A moan of pleasure I've never heard come from another lover rumbles around us, and I swear this man lowers himself an inch or two, demanding more.

I give him what he wants, pressing all the way in while taking his cock to the back of my throat, and much like I did, it only takes seconds before the tremble increases, the first sign of his impending orgasm.

Unlike me, he doesn't pull back; his intentions on what he wants are very clear when he presses his cock forward, burying it as deep as I can manage to take it before exploding.

The hint of pain when he grips a handful of my hair as he shudders his release wakes something inside of me I never knew existed. He's so deep in my throat, I don't even have a chance to swallow his cum. It simply travels down my throat as if it's meant to be there.

I pull back, taking him deep over and over until the sensation of my mouth on his now sensitive cock is just too much. He jerks back, another chuckle filling the room and destroying any fear that threatened to build now that it was over.

He helps me to my feet, and my eyes widen when he doesn't falter as he leans in for a kiss. Fully expecting a peck and a pat on the back, the equivalent of "good game, coach," I'm surprised when his tongue sweeps across mine, this kiss no less passionate than the first time he kissed me tonight.

Our tastes mingle, becoming one, and it's probably the best thing I've ever tasted in my life.

We spend the next fifteen minutes washing each other, not escaping, and surprisingly, he doesn't bitch even when the water runs cold before we're done.

He seems just as reluctant as I do to get out of the shower, as if he's not sure where we go from here.

Chapter 24