“Get undressed,” I commanded softly, then headed for the bathroom, knowing he’d follow.
I turned the shower on, and when he appeared, he wore only underwear. I sucked in a breath as I took in the expanse of light golden skin, happy for a moment that my jaw was wired shut because otherwise it’d have hit the floor. “Jesus, Aaron. Did you just come from a firehouse photo shoot or something?”
He hummed a small laugh, standing still for my inspection. My god, he was a sight to behold. His shoulders were beautifully broad, the muscles rippling with each small movement he made. His chest was smattered with blond hair, and tapered down to an honest to god six-pack. His muscles had settled into themselves in a way that only came with age, lean and sinewy and compact. Black briefs hung low on his hips, giving me a clear view of the divots leading to his cock, which strained against the fabric. My tongue hit the back of my teeth, desperate for escape. Heat pooled between my legs.
“Shower,” I said, my voice brooking no dissent. “Now.” I pulled my hair into the elastic I’d had on my wrist and started to shuck my panties.
His eyes darkened as he moved to still my hands. “I’ll be the one issuing commands, Devon.” His voice was low as he nipped at the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “And I’ll be the one to undress you the rest of the way.”
My pulse spiked as his tongue laved at my neck and he crowded me against the sink, his skin hot on mine as the cold of the porcelain counter bit into my lower back. He was everywhere, filling my senses, his arms caging me, his mouth on my chest. I gasped as he thrust his leg between mine, giving me the pressure I so desperately needed.
He knew. He knew exactly what I needed and I almost hated him for it. Almost.
Pleasure overrode my brain, and I pushed his briefs down, feeling his cock spring free and press against my belly. He unhooked my bra and took it off, and as his hands wrapped around my breasts and squeezed, I managed to shove my panties off. Instantly his leg was back between my thighs, and I ground shamelessly on him, my need for release the only thing I knew.
His hand moved down and he hissed as his fingers found my slit. “Already so wet for me, Devon?”
I nodded, focused only on the pleasure he was giving me.
He picked me up as if I weighed nothing, setting me on top of the cold counter and sinking to his knees. “Spread for me, baby.”
I obeyed. “This isn’t why I brought you in here,” I managed to say.
He grinned as though he’d gotten away with something. “Too bad.” With his eyes on mine, he licked my folds, then immediately went to my clit.
“Oh, fuck.” My head fell back and I closed my eyes, unable to hold the intensity of his gaze with his mouth on me at the same time.
His tongue was magic, licking and swirling around every part of my pussy. My hips moved of their own volition, meeting his mouth again and again, and his answering praise only pushed me higher. He pulled my legs onto his back and my heels dug in as I gripped the counter.
His hands wrapped around my legs and squeezed right as his teeth grazed my clit, and I bucked. “Holy shit.” He hummed as he licked and sucked, sending threads of electric pleasure through me. Even my head tingled, it was so good. My nipples peaked in the steam billowing from the shower. I felt the orgasm building, the threads gathering together, centering into one tight ball of delicious pressure.
“Aaron, I’m going to—”
My whole body shook as I came, streaks of bliss coursing through me as I pulsed on his tongue.
Aaron hummed and whispered softly against me, easing me down from the climax. After a moment, as I heaved a soft “fuck,” he rose and gathered me to him.
I peppered kisses along his chest and willed strength to return to my legs while he squeezed me tight. “That might have just altered my brain chemistry,” I said against his skin.
He laughed, the sound low and rumbly against my lips.
Strength restored, I slid off the counter, running my hands over his chest and abs, then around to his ass. “Now it’s time for the shower,” I said, stepping in and pulling him with me.
He closed the shower door behind him and I took a moment to appreciate what was going on in here. It was a walk-in, but it was as though there were two of them combined together: two shower heads, and two built-in seats. Only one was going, so I stepped under it and pulled Aaron with me.
Water sluiced down our bodies as we held each other. I tipped my head back to wet my hair, then rotated us so that Aaron stood beneath the stream. With a wicked smirk of my lips, I sank to my knees.
“Devon—”
“My turn,” I said, cutting him off. It wouldn’t be a standard blow job, of course, but if I was careful, I could have some fun.
His dick was heavy as I took it in my hands, thick and twitching with anticipation. I rubbed my lips along its length as Aaron hissed above me. I fisted the base of him with one hand, pumping lightly as I wound my lips to the tip.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned above me.
I adjusted my position on the tile, but before I could do more, his hands pulled me up.
“But no.” The word was a growl, even as his thumb caressed my jaw. “I’ll wait until those wires are off. You can do something else for me instead.”
I raised my eyebrows in silent inquiry as he angled the shower head toward one of the seats, then he sat me down and regarded me, his body blocking the spray. His gaze slid to my breasts, then back up to my eyes.
Wordlessly, I grabbed the soap and lathered up, watching his eyes darken as my hands wound around my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I sat up straight and grabbed his cock, swollen and heavy, and used it to tug him closer.
“You want to fuck my tits, Aaron?”
He groaned, his eyes shutting tight before focusing again on me. “Absofuckinglutely, baby.”
I pulled him close and wrapped my tits around him, thankful they were big enough to make this work. As he began, I held my breasts tight, getting off on the feel of him slicking between them, velvet and hot.
He watched me, his eyes hooded, his mouth set in a hard line. One hand braced on the tile behind me as water ran down his heaving chest, and his abs were clenched.
“Fuck, Devon. Fuck.” He was breathless.
God, I wanted more. The inability to take his dick into my mouth, to feel him hit the back of my throat, to hold him there as he came, was infuriating.
I squirmed on the seat, needing a release of my own. Aaron stopped, stepping away from me and hauling me up.
“Do you need me as bad as I need you?” he said, his forehead against mine, his voice rough.