Page 21 of Watch Me

Silently cheering inside as he laced his fingers with mine, I led Fin inside and straight to the bathroom. We didn’t speak as we both stripped down. When we were both in our underwear, I reached around the curtain to turn the shower on.

“Fuck,” Fin cursed under his breath, but of course I heard it. Looking over my shoulder, I found his eyes glued to my ass. It wasn’t a thong, but the lingerie framed my butt well.

“Want to finish what we started last night?”

Instead of answering, Fin pulled me against him. My back was against his bare chest when Fin reached around to grope me in the silk. Reaching back, I pushed at his briefs, which he must have put on after the fight when I wasn’t paying attention. I wanted him naked.

“Get off,” I muttered, complaining about how tight his underwear was.

“Plan to,” Fin chuckled, nipping at my neck. He was being playful and it took my breath away. He used one hand to help me while the other dipped in to tease my dick. “These are too fucking hot.”

“Good to know. I have more,” I panted, tilting my head to give him better access.

Fin growled and I felt his erection slide between my cheeks to rest on my lower back. He had that thick Alpha dickI’d been craving. I had never bottomed before, but I was willing to try.

Letting me go, I wined at the loss. He pushed my panties down to the floor and nudged me toward the shower. The water was hot, and I let it wet my hair before leaning against the cool, blue tile wall to give him room. It was a tub, so big enough for both of us to stand, but not to both get water at the same time.

“I want a real taste,” Fin told me before dropping to one knee.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the alpha in front of me. Even in my wildest dreams I couldn’t imagine him wet and looking up at me with lust in his eyes. The water hit me in the chest, sluicing down to my hard on that Fin took in hand.

“So long as I get to suck you, too,” I told him, having just enough brain cells left to make what I wanted clear.

“Looking forward to it,” Fin replied with a half smirk before taking my dick to the back of my throat.

Any question about if Fin had ever sucked a dick before went out the window. He twisted one hand at my base while the other fondled my balls and grabbed onto his hair so I didn’t fall over. “Fuck, I’m gonna–” I warned one second before my dick shot off.

Fin choked once but didn’t let my dick go as I filled his throat with my cum. He hummed around me in satisfaction before letting my dick go…and I collapsed to the floor with him.

Chapter fourteen

Fin

Withawetandpliant Ricky in my arms, I couldn’t help kissing him. He looked blissed out, leaning into me like he would fall asleep right there. Rising, I found body wash and a washcloth, sudsing it up before crouching to clean him.

“I hope this isn’t Rel’s washcloth,” I commented and Ricky let out a single laugh.

“He uses a new one each shower,” Ricky slurred and leaned into my touch as I scrubbed his chest up to his neck. “The body wash is his, though.”

The body wash smelled more like Rel than Ricky, but the only soap bar was by the sink. “Makes sense. You seem like a three-in-one guy.”

“Hey, I resent that accusation. I use conditioner for my hair.” I thought he was done but then he laughed again. “And my pubes.”

Rolling my eyes, I reached down to wash said balls. His words reminded me how young he was. Though Ricky, Fowler, Riley, and Rel would all be thirty next year, they seemed like kids sometimes. The way his muscles rippled while I sucked him off was very adult.

“What do all these tattoos mean?” I asked to distract myself from my own hard dick and aching balls.

“Jus’ liked ‘em,” He answered with a shrug as I leaned him closer to scrub his back. “Did a bunch myself.”

Stalling my movements, I moved back to see his face. Ricky still looked sleepy, but he met my eyes. He looked shy all of a sudden. “You did your own tattoos?”

“Yeah. Got bored on the road and had a tattoo artist show me how. Got my own kit, now.”

“That’s cool. I didn’t know you did them.”

“Not all of ‘em,” he shrugged again and lifted one arm to show a water color skull just below his armpit. “Under theupper arm hurts like hell. No way I could do that spot on myself.”

He sounded more awake talking about his tattoos, so I stood and offered my hand. Instead of taking it, Ricky kneeled in front of me. “What are you up to?”