Page 54 of Hurricane Love

No filter, that was Wylie. Diego always knew exactly where he stood, for better or worse. “And there’s a shower big enough for me to reach my own ass to clean it,” Diego added, which was a dig on Wylie’s place, but the man only smiled back. If they were teasing each other again, then it must be a good sign.

Wylie walked over to said bathroom and popped his head inside. “We could both fit in here. Want to test it out?”

Diego gave him a skeptical look. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“Yeah, but I’m also incredibly attracted to you, and I’ve been fantasizing about soaping you up in the shower and possibly sucking your dick while I’m at it.”

Diego was stubborn but he wasn’t a fool, so he reached back and yanked off his t-shirt with one tug, then unbuckled his pants and let them drop around his ankles before remembering he might need to take off his boots first. Wylie was similarly swift in removing his clothing and soon, they were both naked and crowded into the bathroom while waiting for the water to get hot.

“This must have been the selling point,” Wylie said of the somewhat spacious walk-in shower.

“The selling point was cheap rent. Now, let me kiss you.” Diego wrapped his arms around the other man and attacked his mouth. When words failed, Diego could rely on his body to express himself. He was hungry for Wylie, desperate even, especially knowing that their time together was limited.

Diego may have initiated the kiss, but Wylie took hold of his arms and backed him up slowly into the shower, pulling the glassdoor shut behind him. Steam rose up all around as the water pelted against Diego’s back. Their mouths were wet as their tongues tangled together, battling for dominance until Diego relented and let his mouth be plundered. He couldn’t get enough of this man.

“Soap,” Wylie demanded, presenting one hand. Diego slapped the bar against his palm, then reached around to squeeze his ass for good measure. Wylie’s dick was hard and knocked against his own as Wylie slid his soapy hands along Diego’s back, from the breadth of his shoulders and down his spine to the narrow V of its base.

“Have you been thinking about when I fucked you?” Wylie asked as his soapy fingers slid along his crack, pausing at his entrance to slowly circle there with his fingertip. Diego couldn’t help the way his hips shifted, angling his ass for easier access.

“Once or twice,” Diego admitted, a vast understatement.

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” Wylie said, voice low and husky. “How good you felt and how well you behaved.”

Wylie’s words had a way of getting right under Diego’s skin. Probably because he’d always thought of himself as a bad kid, something about the way Wylie praised him hit on a very elemental level. As if Diego could reshape his past and actuallybea good person, or at least, one who obeyed orders. He could feel it healing something inside of him.

“Do you like being good for me?” Wylie persisted.

“Yeah,” Diego rasped slowly, while a low heat ignited in his belly and his asshole fluttered with anticipation.

“Want me to get inside you again?” Wylie asked, sucking on his earlobe now and kissing along his neck.

“Yes,” Diego said, one word because there was no further embellishment needed. Diego could practically feel the slow, smug smile that stretched across Wylie’s lips, but the other man didn’t tease him for it.

“Turn around and let me get your front now,” Wylie demanded and Diego obeyed, pressing his back against Wylie’schest so that he could reach around to soap him up. The spray of water hit his shoulder as Wylie’s hands skated across his pecs, pausing to twist and tug at his nipples, making them stiff and ultra sensitive. Wylie had mentioned him piercing them, and Diego wasn’t opposed to it, not if Wylie liked it. But, and Diego had to remind himself, this was only temporary.

“I like your big, hard pecs,” Wylie said in a low, sultry voice while massaging the mounds of flesh. “Perfect for titty-fucking,” he added with that filthy mouth of his. “I could oil them up and fuck your tits, then spray your face with my cum.”

Diego tried to muster up some clever response but all he could do was push his ass back into Wylie’s groin and beg, silently, for more.

“You like that, huh?” Wylie murmured, giving him what his asked for in the slow slide of his hard dick along his ass crack. “You like it when I talk to dirty to you?”

“Yeah,” Diego answered, voice ragged with longing.

“Or do you like it when I tell you what to do?” Wylie asked, always trying to get at the root of things, chiseling away at Diego’s defenses until he was able to expose his tender, needy core.

“Both,” Diego admitted, somewhat reluctantly, for every piece that he gave was something that might eventually be taken away. But this was about self-discovery, he had to remind himself.

Wylie’s hands dipped lower, skating across Diego’s abs, and then he was scooping up his balls in one hand and gripping his stiff cock in the other. He squeezed Diego’s sac while stroking, all the while kissing along his shoulder and murmuring things like, “Mmm, that’s nice. So hard for me. Such a good boy…” Diego didn’t understand this power Wylie held over him, how it only took mere minutes for him to completely surrender to the other man’s touch. His body had never been so cooperative, not even with himself.

Diego groaned deeply and pressed back against him, body to body, hitching his ass a little higher to catch the tip of Wylie’s dickagainst his hole. He couldn’t make his desire any more obvious, and he felt only a little bit embarrassed by that. Wylie had a way of breaking down his inhibitions and encouraging him to express himself in every way possible.

“Yeah, I’m becoming less mad at you,” Wylie said softly. He anchored his mouth to Diego’s neck and sucked a bruise there, still jacking his cock at an aggravatingly slow pace. Diego thrust lightly into his firm grip, rocking back on every stroke to feel Wylie’s erection pressed right up against the seam of his ass. The sensation was driving him mad, too much and not enough.

“Thought you were going to suck my dick,” Diego practically slurred, trying not to sound desperate for it.

“But have you earned it?” Wylie purred in a voice of pure sex and desire.

“I did haul a shit-ton of boxes today,” Diego reasoned and hoped that was enough. Wylie turned him around and guided him backward until there was enough room for him to kneel in the shower. The other man didn’t waste any time with warmup, merely swallowed Diego’s dick straight down his throat like some kind of python.