Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I let out a protest when they disappeared altogether and Hawke put some space between us. I felt the hot water hit my back and for a second I was afraid Hawke had left me, but a glance over my shoulder had me realizing he was reaching for the small container of body wash on one of the shelves in the shower. And then Hawke’s hands were back on me, his soapy hands washing me. I groaned at the feel of his fingers gently massaging me and when his hand slipped between my ass cheeks to clean me, I felt nothing but pleasure. The gentle torment continued when he turned me around and washed my front. He touched every part of me except my aching cock and I couldn’t help but wonder if the idea of touching my dick repulsed him. I let my eyes drift down his body and was glad to see that his dick was half-hard. I was tempted to reach for it so I could feel how the thick flesh felt, but I didn’t want to do anything to stop Hawke’s ministrations so I remained where I was and let my eyes drift closed.
“Tate,” I eventually heard Hawke whisper against my ear just before a soapy hand closed around my dick. I cried out at the contact and Hawke stole into my mouth. His grip on my cock was firm and he began dragging up and down it with agonizingly slow pulls. As Hawke’s tongue sensually played with mine, his hand followed suit and he drove me higher and higher until I was helplessly thrusting against his hand. I settled my hands on his shoulders to keep myself upright. Hawke’s free hand was braced against the wall next to me and I could hear his own breathing increasing as he began stroking me in earnest. He dragged his lips from mine and rested his face against mine as we both looked down to where his hand was frantically jerking me off. I could feel the orgasm building in intensity and a shiver of fear went through me as it grew and grew, but didn’t crest. I needed to come so badly, but I couldn’t.
“Hawke,” I cried in frustration.
“It’s okay, Tate,” Hawke said against my mouth. “I’ve got you.”
I felt Hawke shift his hand just slightly and I gasped when I felt his dick sliding against mine. I looked down to see him fisting us both at the same time. The contact felt so good that I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down to close my hand over Hawke’s where he held us both. The feel of his strong fingers did me in and I cried out in relief as my orgasm crashed over me. It was violent and uncontrollable and if Hawke hadn’t wrapped his free arm around my waist at that exact moment, I wouldn’t have been able to stay upright. I felt Hawke moan against my neck as he followed me over and despite the hot water raining down over us, I still felt our combined releases sliding down my dick. I released the hold I had on Hawke’s hand and wrapped both my arms around him as I rode out my orgasm. His body shook beneath my touch as aftershocks rocked through him and despite my still sore ass, I wished he’d been inside of me when he’d come. Because as close as we were in that moment, it wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
* * *
I stayed in the shower for several minutes after Hawke cleaned us both off and then kissed me gently before climbing out and grabbing a towel to dry himself off. After grabbing his clothes off the floor, he’d left the bathroom without a word or a look back and I’d started to feel so cold inside again that I’d known no amount of hot water would warm me up.
I took my time getting dried off and since I hadn’t brought any other clothes into the bathroom with me, I was forced to put my jeans back on. I left the underwear off though, since they were still damp from the semen they’d collected as I’d pulled them up earlier.
I half expected the room to be empty when I exited the bathroom, but to my surprise, a dressed Hawke was sitting on the edge of his bed, his hands clenched in his lap. His bag and the picture had been moved off the bed at some point. He looked up at me briefly, but I saw none of the pleasure I’d seen in his eyes just a few minutes ago when he’d come in my arms. My intent had been to grab my sweats and go back to the bathroom to change, but one look at Hawke had me moving to my bed and I ignored the pain in my ass as I settled my weight onto the mattress and waited for Hawke to say whatever it was that he clearly needed to say.