Chapter 16

When Tomfinally buried his cock balls deep in my arse I was sure of one thing: this man was going to be my undoing. He paused, looking down at me, the intensity of his glance washing over me. The pull in my chest that happened when he did was too much, and I had to do something to interrupt whatever the hell that was.

I flexed my hips and clenched my arse around his dick, encouraging him to move. Needing him to give me what he had promised he would. It was all the incentive he needed because he pulled back and slid back inside me. The sensation made my cock throb, and I started to move against Tom's movements with every thrust that he made inside me.

Tom's low rumbling moans turned me on even more as he started to pick up the pace. His hand found its way around my cock as he started to stroke me in time with the movement of his hips.

I knew that it wouldn't be long before he had me coming over my torso and his hand, my arse full of his delicious dick. His thrusts grew more powerful and urgent, driving himself deep and hard as he started to chase a climax for us both.

I thought about how good he felt inside me, how he wore his desire so exquisitely on his handsome face, how he stirred up feelings in me that I wasn't ready to admit to having. Feeling that telltale pull in my balls, I knew that I was close.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to come," I warned him with a moan.

Spurred on by my admission, Tom's hips started to buck against me. His eyes caught mine as his thrusts became more staccato and less rhythmic in pace. I felt as though he was looking into my soul, and the potency of the emotion it was stirring was almost too much to bear. Needing to look away, but not daring to, I held his gaze as we came undone together.

Spent and sated, we both cleaned ourselves up and climbed under the covers. I fell asleep with Tom's arm draped over my waist, feeling protected and for the first time in what felt like forever – loved.

Wakingup with an arm draped over me and a warm body behind me was a feeling that I wasn't used to. But I had to admit, it was definitely something that I could get used to. I hoped that Tom was going to give us the chance to experience it more regularly. I sighed softly, letting my body drink in the tranquillity that seemed to be radiating from Tom and drifted off to sleep once more.

When I woke againthe bed was empty and the sounds of a shower running echoed in from the bathroom. Casting the sheets off, I rose from the bed with a stretch and a spring in my step. Quietly, I opened the bathroom door and watched the back of Tom as he showered.

"Morning." I grinned as he wiped the water away from his handsome features.

He turned to greet me with a smile. "Morning. Care to join me?"

Pushing myself off the counter where I was leaning, I moved towards the shower space to take Tom up on his offer. Last night had very much been about him being in control and doing what he wanted to me. This morning I wanted it to be about me returning that pleasure.

Standing behind him, letting the hot water cascade over both of us, I grabbed his shower gel, took some in my hand, and started slowly rubbing it over Tom's back. I worked the soap into a lather as I massaged my hands over his skin before focusing on his shoulders, kneading into his flesh. From his shoulders, I allowed my hands to roam down his spine spreading lather out over his ribs down to his waist.

Tom raised his hands to the tile, bracing himself as he relaxed into the feeling of my hands on him. My touch encouraged satisfied hums and moans from him as I worked lower, down over his form until I reached his hips and arse. Feeling emboldened by his audible enjoyment, I ran my finger down the valley between his butt cheeks and let my finger circle around his arsehole.

"Fuck, Lennox," came his breathy reply, and I circled over him once more before pressing myself against his back and letting my hands skim over his front instead.

With my rock-hard cock pressed firmly against his bum, I skimmed my hands over his torso on my way to his chest. I grabbed another squirt of shower gel as I reached around him and rubbed it across his expanse of broad chest. I let my hands glide over his chest hair, until my fingertips found themselves on his peaked nipples. Rolling them between my forefinger and thumb, I kissed across his shoulders.

"Jesus, Lennox, you're going the right way about getting me inside you again."

I grinned as I scattered more kisses over his skin. "As delicious as that sounds, this is all about you this morning." I nibbled into the flesh of his shoulder and let my hands slide all the way down to his crotch. With hands on either side of his glorious dick, I skimmed one hand under his balls, and the other gripped his length firmly.

A long moan echoed around the bathroom, and Tom's head fell forward. The movement of my hand started slow and deliberate as he watched my every move. When I moved my cock against his arse, I felt his own throb in my hand, his breathing changing with every stroke.

"Your hands look so good around my dick. And fuck, they feel even better."

He shifted on his feet, pressing back against me. Christ, I wanted this man inside me. But the feeling of influence over him like this, was just too much to let go of so soon. I wanted him to come undone because of me, but in that moment I wanted it to be because of either my hands or my mouth. I wanted it to be in a way that was solely focused on his pleasure.

Tom started to thrust against the movement of my hand. There was an element to all of it I couldn't find the words to describe. Despite the fact that Tom was semi controlling the situation with the rhythm of his hips, I felt empowered. This handsome, strong man, who was used to being in control of everything, was letting me take the wheel and steer him in the direction that I wanted to. Right now, it was with my hand firmly around his cock, but in general it felt like I was allowing him the freedom to, like me, feel things that he had hidden from for so long. That feeling was definitely one full of promise.

"Fuck!" Tom moaned, snapping me back out of my mind's little wander. I let my hands drop from his cock and moved them across his hips, pushing him around to face me. As the water fell over us, he dragged me against him, and his lips captured mine hard with a passionate need. Drinking in the attention for a moment, I kissed him back fiercely. His hand cupped my face while his other grabbed my arse and pulled me even tighter to him.

Pushing back against him, I broke our kiss. Before Tom had a second to yank me back, I skimmed my hands over his chest, my mouth following the trail that my fingertips were leaving. My tongue lapped over his nipple as I looked up at him. His eyes closed, and his mouth formed a perfect ‘oh' shape as I latched my mouth around it and sucked.

Gradually, I kissed and caressed my way lower, sinking slowly to my knees. Tom stared at me when he realised just what I was planning to do next. The hissed-out groan followed by, "Fuck, Lennox!" was my reward for taking his cock in my mouth and sinking down over it as much as I could before I gagged. I looked up at him as his eyes bore into me, watching as again I took him as deeply as I could, holding his gaze as I gagged again.

"Jesus Christ, your mouth feels fucking amazing."

I smirked around him and continued to work him in and out of my mouth, pushing myself to take more and more of him every time. I needed him to know just how much I wanted him. How much I needed him. How grateful I was to him for how liberated I felt having him around.

When his hands tangled in my hair, trying to control the pace, I knew that my end goal was in sight and that it wouldn't be long before I was rewarded for my actions. Tom's hips thrust against me, fucking my mouth, looking for that rhythm needed to climax.

I grabbed his arse and pulled him against me, silently demanding that he take what he wanted, gazing up at him the whole time he did. His eyes locked on mine. His movements became irregular and his cock throbbed as he started to come in my mouth.

The intensity of our exchanged looks added to the moment and made it feel like so much more than a greedy blow job. His hand released from my hair and stroked my cheek as I licked and swallowed everything that I could from him. His other hand grabbed mine and pulled me from the shower floor and into his arms for another passionate kiss.

When I had started back in the music industry, I hadn't been sure of what to expect. This was something I could never have expected, and while altogether uninvited, was starting to feel like exactly what I had been missing.