Page 62 of Love & Other Drunken Mistakes
I inhale sharply but before my arousal can devolve into panic, he returns. Soft lips and scratchy beard brushing my cheek. His hand grasps my cock, but there’s something else this time. On one side, the slightly rough texture of his fingers. On the other, the velvety, smooth touch of his cock, slippery enough to glide along my shaft. He tightens his hand and strokes while thrusting his hips. In the darkness, it feels almost like we’re fucking the same tight hole.
He sets a pace that quickly drags me toward the edge. All I can do is grab his shoulders and hold on for the ride. Dig my fingers into his muscles. Press myself against the shower wall so my weak knees don’t fail me before we arrive.
Please. More. Just like that.Every thought comes out of me in breathy gasps and moans, but Euan seems to understand it all anyway, adjusting the pace and pressure until I can’t handle even that much thinking.
The world falls away. It’s just me and Euan and a dozen burning points of pleasure.
When I finally come, it’s like a release valve triggering. Cum spurts out of me as my panting turns into a scream. Everything that was wound so tight suddenly relaxes. If Euan’s broad chest wasn’t pinning me to the wall, I’d melt into a puddle and go right down the drain.
He continues stroking me through my climax and beyond it, until it almost becomes too much. Then he inhales sharply, and I feel his own release hot against my stomach. His heavy weight settles on me as he leans against the wall for support.
I wrap my arms around him, snuggling my head against his neck. I only have a moment to enjoy the blissful aftereffects when the water spraying against my arms turns from warm to cold.
Euan, with his back to the stream, gets the brunt of it. He grunts in annoyance and then his weight lifts away from me. A few seconds later, the noise from the shower cuts off. The water rushes down the drain, and then there’s silence.
The quiet combined with the darkness transforms the close, intimate atmosphere into something eerie. The water on my skin chills quickly, making me shiver.
“We should probably get out.” Hell, we probably should have gotten out fifteen minutes ago.
“Do you have a flashlight or anything in here?” Euan slides the door open, the scrape of metal louder than usual. There’s some rustling, and then a soft towel is pressed against me. I grab it and tug to signal that he can let go.
“Theresa left some candles here,” I reply. “The lighter is in one of the drawers.”
I try my best to dry off with the towel, but my movements are slow, clumsy, and eventually I just wrap it around me.
There are the sounds of items clattering against each other, the squeak of the drawer opening, and then the snick of the lighter. Soft, orange light and the scent of peaches fill the bathroom.
Euan grabs the last towel from the cabinet and begins drying himself off. After being stuck in the dark, I’m greedy for the sight of him. I watch the way his muscles flex with every movement. Admiring the way the candlelight flickers, revealing some parts of him while casting others in shadow.
I step forward, wanting to be closer to him.
When he sees my approach, his eyes crinkle, and he ties off the towel around his waist. Before I can complain about him hiding the goods, he grabs the towel from around my shoulders and tugs. Startled, I initially tighten my grip before allowing him to pull the towel off me. I have no idea what he’s trying to do until he nudges my head down and starts carefully drying my hair.
I relax into his touch, enjoying the gentle care. I don’t even realize I’ve closed my eyes until his lips brush my forehead.
“Why don’t we go to bed?” he murmurs.
All my muscles tense at the thought of separating from him so soon. “It’s not even that late,” I protest.
He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on my head. “What else are we going to do when there’s no power?”
Oh.Oh. He means go to bedtogether. I don’t think I have the energy for any other explorations tonight, but I won’t say no to a little cuddling. Fuck buddies can snuggle, right? We don’t have to immediately part ways after coming.
We finish in the bathroom and Euan uses the candle to light our way. In the hallway, I pause, not sure if we should go to Euan’s bedroom or mine.
Having Euan in my bed somehow seems more intimate than sharing the guest room. I’ve only ever allowed my partners into that space. Then there’s the fact Theresa never took her things, so there are still remnants of her scattered around. A stack of books on the nightstand. Her pajamas in my laundry basket, waiting for the next load. Small traces of her that once seemed natural but now are like a large, impossible to ignore stain.
I lead Euan back to his room. He doesn’t say anything about the choice.
Heavy rain continues to beat against the window but the few lightning strikes are far enough apart that we don’t hear the thunder. Euan sets the candle down on the desk and we both crawl into the bed.
It’s a little small for two people, only a double, which gives me an excuse to tuck myself against his side, resting my head on his shoulder. One of his arms goes around me, his hand resting on my hip.
Once we’re settled, I wait for the awkwardness to creep in. For the high of sex to fade away and regret to overshadow everything else. No matter how much I want Euan, adding sex to our pseudo-relationship can only complicate things. Especially if it lasts beyond this week. Are we going to plan our hookups around the court dates? Spend the day in frontof the judge, arguing for our separation, and the night together in bed?
Euan said we can continue even after this week, for as long as we want, but maybe it’s better if we end things sooner rather than later. It would have been better not to start at all, but we crossed that bridge long before tonight.
We’ll have this week together, I decide. After he leaves on Saturday, well … we’ll figure that out later.
