His lips returned to mine, devoured me. His hand slid up my body to cup my jaw. I felt the callouses, how big his palm was. He pulled back, and I blinked my eyes open. He was right there, his pale eyes so close I saw the darker flecks. The heat. His gaze dipped and roved over my body.

We were breathing hard as we just… looked.

We’d gotten naked that night in his truck bed, but it had been dark. The only light had been from the sliver of the moon, and I’d seen him, but not like this. He was so much more than I remembered.

I hadn’t even realized I’d pressed my hands to the shower wall behind me until I couldn’t resist touching him. As I set my palms on his chest, he sucked in a breath, his abs going tight. I slid my fingers down over the ridges, then lower still to grip his thick length. His dick was hot and like steel.

“Fuck,” he growled.

My gaze whipped up, and I caught the look on his face. The clenched jaw, the narrowed eyes. The heat in them.

I wasn’t the virgin any longer. While I’d been with two guys since Huck, I didn’t even remember their faces. They’d been placeholders as I waited for Huck and me to be together again. Nothing more.

Now I thought of pleasing Huck. He’d made me feel good the other night. It was time for me to have a turn. He was slick in my hold, and I worked my grip up and down his length, running my thumb over the broad crown each time. Gently I cupped his balls with my other hand.

Huck’s head dropped and he held himself still, but when I started to lower to my knees so I could take him into my mouth, he gripped my elbow.

I looked to him, frowned.

“You might have your hand on my dick, but I’m still in charge, baby girl. You’ll get me off with your hand because I’m a few pumps away from spurting over your belly. I’m okay with that because I gotta get that first one out of the way so I can take my time with you.”

I went to work, gripped him in both my hands. He was so big my fingers barely closed and long enough where I could still get strokes in. God, it was so hot watching him lose his firm control.

He swore under his breath. Growled. His hips bucked, and he slapped his hand against the wet tile as he came. His body shuddered as thick ropes of his cum pulsed onto my belly. I only stopped when his hand gripped my wrist.

His breath was ragged, and it took him a few long seconds to recover. Looking into my eyes, he shifted so the hot spray washed my stomach clean. Then he reached back, shut off the water, and yanked the shower curtain open. With hands on my waist, he lifted me and set me on the bath mat. Following me out, he grabbed a towel and dried me off, then gave himself a quick rubdown.