Chapter 22

Shawn

I tried to not focus on how Daniel completely tensed the second my fingers pried his ass apart. He didn’t stay that way for long, instead leaning into my touch and the way I cleaned him. This wasn’t something I usually did for my partners, but he’d seemed clueless, and I wasn’t about to piss him off or make him feel stupid for not knowing what to do. There was something about cleaning him that was so damn intimate. Like I was getting access to an even deeper part of Daniel that so few people saw.

Once I finished washing his hole and the area around it, I stepped away to let the spray from the showerhead wash away the soapsuds. My eyes stayed glued to the trembling flesh as Daniel rested his forehead against the wall of the shower. He was relaxed, far more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. If simply washing him could do that, what was he going to be like when I went after him with my mouth?

What would he be like when I finally fucked him?

Would he let me?

Once the skin was clear of bubbles, I dropped to my knees behind him. As if sensing the change in where I was, Daniel let out a strangled little sound. My fingers grasped the firm flesh of his ass as I stared at all the skin in front of me. This took trust, trust I probably hadn’t earned, but there we were.

“You’ll let me know if you don’t like it?” It was a stupid question to ask, but not everyone enjoyed having a tongue shoved up their ass.

There wasn’t an answer, just a muffled curse as Daniel shoved his ass in my face. It was all the permission I needed as I leaned in and swiped my tongue against that forbidden place for the first time.

“Oh. Oh, fuck,” Daniel groaned. He didn’t pull away, but his entire body jolted at the contact. It was impossible to tell if that was a good or bad response, so I did it again, swiping my tongue once more before stabbing at the entrance and swirling around the rim.

When no objection came, I continued, sucking and licking at his skin. Daniel was musky, a combination of spicy and soapy. I could survive on eating his ass like this. My tongue stabbed at him again, the muscle breaching past that ring of resistance while the man I was driving to insanity writhed against the wall.

The shower filled with the sound of his curses as I continued to lick, bite, and suck. My tongue fucking him again and again as he rode my face. His hips bucked wildly as my hands tried and failed to hold him steady. Was this too much?

I should have asked permission, but my instincts took over. The need to know what he felt like was overwhelming. My finger sank inside that little puckered bud as my tongue continued to work inside of him.

“Oh, God. Fuck. Shawn. Fuck.”

Expletives fell from his lips over and over again as my finger sought the spot inside him I knew would make him see stars. I knew when I hit it; he lurched forward, an animalistic howl leaving his throat as his cum painted the wall.

My own dick gave an involuntary twitch, wanting in on the action. Shit, he’d just come without me even touching him. I’d never done that to someone before and it was hot as hell.

When I stood, I didn’t expect anything. Daniel could rest while I jerked off, but that’s not what happened. No. He dropped as soon I was up, and I gasped in shock as his lips wrapped around my tip. It was such a huge surprise I couldn’t stop my hips from surging forward and gagging him on my cock.

“Shit. Babe. You don’t need to do that.”

Daniel laughed, wiping at his mouth before grinning up at me. “You’re fucking joking, right? You blow me and then rim the fuck out of my ass. At some point, I gotta start returning the favors.”

I stared at him, those brown eyes swirling with so much heat. He licked his lips before leaning in close to me once more, his hand lifting to wrap around the base of my dick. A groan worked its way out of my chest at the contact.

When his tongue swiped across the tip again, I whimpered. He was so timid, experimental, and unsure. There was no way he could do it wrong. Waiting for the feel of his hot mouth on my engorged flesh was torture, but only of the best kind. God, was this his first time giving a blowjob? It had to be if what he’d told me was true. There’d be no rushing him. I’d let him take his time and explore. Find what he liked when it came to providing pleasure to another man.

“You taste... different,” he mused as he pulled away. His hand continued to stroke me as he looked at my cock in awe. “Salty, but still sweet.” He didn’t finish talking, just leaned in and started lapping at my skin again. My breath caught in my throat. I’d never had someone sit there and describe how I tasted before, and it did something weird to my system. Warm spools of desire swam through my veins as he continued to lick and suck at random places on my dick. I’d give anything for him to suck me down again, but fuck, this was perfection. Like he was savoring the experience.

The second that my dick passed the threshold of those plush lips again, I was in heaven. Pure, unadulterated heaven. My toes curled as he sucked me down. My fingers grasped at the wall, scrambling to get a grasp on something. Anything. His hair called to me, but I didn’t want to push him too far.

Daniel seemed willing. He’d been an eager participant in everything we’d done until now, and I don’t know why I hesitated. As my fingers slipped and slid down the wall, I stopped fighting it. They threaded into his hair and guided his head just how I liked it.

If anything, Daniel was a fast learner. Slurping and sucking against my length with enthusiasm. God, this was the best feeling in the world. I loved a hot, willing mouth. And the fact that this was Daniel? Yeah, that made everything that much better. That much hotter .

My balls tightened as my orgasm loomed. This was one of the best blowjobs I’d ever received. Well, maybe not the best, but certainly the most enthusiastic, and the giver made it all the more significant. When my eyes slammed closed, sensations washing over my body, little jolts of electricity shooting through my limbs, it took everything in me to warn Daniel before I unleashed.

“Coming—” I gasped, just in time to shove him back. He stared at me with those wide as fuck eyes as my cock jolted, shooting burst after burst of cum across his face.

The sticky substance slid down his cheeks and over his lips. I groaned and wished I hadn’t pulled out. For all I knew, he’d wanted a taste, and I’d just denied him. But this was another way of marking him. Making him mine. Daniel Morgan would reek of me before I was done with him. There’d be no doubt who he belonged to. No other soul would be allowed to touch him.

My chest seized. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest. This. This was exactly why I didn’t do relationships. I didn’t know how to turn it off. There was a side of me that was possessive as fuck, and not everyone liked that.

When I let out a ragged breath, Daniel’s brow creased with concern. He wiped my mess from his face, and I didn’t want him to do that. I wanted him to leave it there, to wear the proof of our dirty deeds. “What’s wrong?”

“Is this—is this too much?”

God, my question sounded so fucking small, even to me. Daniel had to think I was an idiot. But no, that wasn’t what I was seeing reflected in his eyes. He seemed worried. Like maybe he was pushing me too far instead of the other way around.

“I’d tell you. If I needed this to stop, I’d let you know.”

And I had to trust him on that. We barely knew anything about each other, but I had to believe he knew his own limits and he’d tell me when he hit them.