Page 46 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

My dick was purple-hard, twitching, begging to be touched, but I couldn’t leave his hole alone. I gentled my licks, my face still buried, moaning.

I kept at it until he reached back and gently tapped my head.

I reluctantly abandoned his hole with a kiss to each cheek. A promise that I would be back. As I stood, I realized that I’d pushed him against the chilly tile and away from the hot water. I dragged him under the steamy shower, rubbing his arms as he smashed his face between my pecs.

“So … rimming is good?” I asked, checking in.

“My vision went white,” he joked into my chest. “If I never see again, it was totally worth it.”

I kissed his head. “You seem a lot more comfortable with a man than I thought you’d be.”

He grinned against my chest. “I would not be this comfortable with some random guy. But with you…” He shot me a look, that pretty olive-brown going straight to my chest. “I feel like I can let you take me apart and nothing bad will happen.”

I cupped his jaw, kissing his forehead, avoiding his lips in case he didn’t like to do that after being rimmed.

I wasn’t surprised, though, when he dragged me down for a deep, exploratory kiss. We made out for a while, kissing and enjoying the hot water. I directed his mouth to one of my nipples, and he latched on, sucking as he placed his hand over mine.

He went after me with abandon, imagination, joy. I held the back of his head, pressing him into my chest, encouraging him to suck harder.

He was happy to oblige, and I whined when he pulled away.

Suddenly, he was on his knees in front of me, water pouring over both of us.

“What are you doing? You’re going to drown down there.”

He shook his head and stared at my cock, a determined look on his face.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I need a do-over.”

“Okay, but … I’m pretty thick. And long. If you just hang out around the head, I’ll be thrilled.”

His shoulders lifted, then dropped. Like maybe he’d been nervous about exactly that.

“Good to know. I wasn’t sure how to approach all of this,” he said, still blowing up my ego with compliments.

“Anything you’re doing with my cock is gonna make me pretty happy,” I assured him, reaching down, stroking his jaw, pushing my thumb into his mouth. He kept his eyes on mine as he sucked; the visual alone nearly enough to do me in.

He pulled off my thumb with a long, slow suck, then took me in hand. Kissing the tip. Tasting the pre-cum dripping from my slit.

“You don’t have to…” I started to repeat.

Ignoring me, he sucked the head into his mouth. He was a little sloppy, and his suction was a little softer than I usually liked, but the determined set of his shoulders made me proud. His hands went to my nuts, gently squeezing them. Pulling and twisting. I groaned, and he deepened his suction, lashing his tongue around the thick ridge.

“You might just be the perfect man,” I said.

“Doubt it,” he said, pulling off with a pop. “But I like this. A lot.”

We locked gazes for probably just a few seconds, but time seemed to stretch out between us. Then he winked and tookme into his mouth again, this time gripping my shaft with both hands as he sucked me off.

I placed my hand on his head, not to pressure him, just to let it move up and down with his motion. Everything about this man turned me on.

For one, he didn’t know how to give up, a determination that seemed to be paying off with his mouth. He went a little deeper, the stretch of his lips obscene over my thick shaft.

Not wanting to overwhelm him, I gently pulled him away from me and tugged him up to standing.

“Was that not good?”