“Are you just going to watch me?” he asked.
I lowered the pressure of the showerhead and wrapped an arm around Kit’s waist from behind. His stomach quivered under my palm. I kissed the side of his face and licked the droplets from his neck. I nosed the skin at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, then nipped his flesh. A shudder ran through him.
“Sully,” he moaned, squirming against me.
I slipped my hand down his stomach and cupped his freshly waxed dick, avoiding the piercings adorning the head of his cock. It’d been three weeks since he got the piercings, but I still had to be gentle with him while he healed.
He gasped, but I continued pumping him in my fist. His hips jerked with each movement, desperately seeking what I had no intention of giving him until I was inside him.
“Sully,” he whined.
“I’m not going anywhere. Going to open you up just like you wanted, baby.” I planted a kiss on his neck. “How about you get down on your knees and lick Daddy’s cock like a good little pussycat?”
He whimpered, but when I released him, he turned around, pulled my head down, and kissed me. I ran my hands down Kit’s back as I opened his mouth with mine and thrust my tongue inside. I kissed him until he ran out of breath and had to pull back. His lips were red and plump. Just the way I wanted them around my cock.
“On your knees.”
Kit kissed down the center of my chest until he was crouched on his knees, my cock in one hand and his tongue lapping at the water dripping from my tip. He circled the head of my cock with his tongue twice, the curved barbell scraping against my skin.
I hissed and closed my eyes, allowing my other senses to take center stage. The water beating around us muted Kit’s breathing. Kit’s lips slid farther along my cock.
“That’s it,” I moaned. He was beautiful with my cock in his mouth, sucking on my length, not minding the water pounding down on him.
“Kit.” I slipped my fingers into his hair and gripped tight. Bracing one hand along the wall, I cornered him and fucked his throat. “That’s it, baby. Open up for me.”
He took my cock with hardly any gagging. Such a good kitty who knew exactly how to please me. He never complained about me being too rough, never turned his head to get relief from my cock shoved down his throat.
He took it all.
“Fuck.” I pulled off him and stepped back. My cock had never throbbed as hard as it did around Kit.
I’d pressed the tube of lube I was holding out of shape. I popped the cap and squeezed a generous amount onto my length.
“Turn around.”
Kit rose to his feet and turned his back to me. He spread his legs and leaned against the wall. His stance was perfect. With that peachy ass begging to be fucked. I kissed the back of his neck and worked him open with one hand. With the other, I rubbed my lubed-up fingers over his hole. He cried out as I shoved two fingers inside him.
“Fuck yourself on them.” I bit his neck.
Kit pushed back against my fingers slowly, rocking his hips to do exactly what I asked. His breathing turned harsh as he slammed his ass back erratically. I removed both my fingers. “Turn around.”
When Kit swiveled, I caught him by the back of his thighs and lifted him. He wrapped his arms around my neck, gazing at me from heavy eyes. He puckered his lips, too pouty not to kiss. I placed my mouth over his and pressed his back into the wall. His tongue tangled with mine as I supported his weight with one hand and guided my cock to his hole with the other. I nudged my way inside him.
I pounded into Kit, a steady hard pace that didn’t need speed, just force and consistency. He tightened his arms around me. His legs slipped along my back, but it didn’t matter. My grip on him was tight, and he wasn’t getting away. Not until I’d finished.
“Sully,” he moaned. “Oh god, Sully.”
“Fuck, yeah. Feels good?”
“Uh-huh.” His hips rocked into the glass at his back, slamming harder than I wanted. I adjusted my hold on him, gripping him by the thighs. His arms loosened around my neck.
“Hang on tight, sweet little kitty. I’ve got some milk for you.”
“Need it.”
I grasped his ass cheeks tight, his legs dangling over my arms, as I tunneled my way inside his tight heat. Over and over, I slipped out, only to bury myself to the hilt inside him. His cries grew louder, drowning out the beating water cascading between our bodies. Every slap of our flesh echoed within the four walls where I owned him.
“Are you close, baby?” I groaned. I didn’t want to come without him, and I was nearing the edge.