When he goes in for it, he doesn’t hesitate, sliding most of me into his mouth in one shot. I brace my shoulders against the tiles and widen my stance for balance as I gaze down at him. I’m not going to last long, the need to come is building rapidly, burning me up like an inferno.

And then his fingers slowly roam behind my balls, edging toward my hole, and I become so desperate to have a part of him inside me.

He’s watching me cautiously, as if waiting for me to tell him to stop. Expecting me to.

But I can’t. I won’t.

“Please,” I beg, barely recognizing my own voice. “Please. I want to feel you.”

He looks surprised for a moment, before his eyes light up like I’ve offered him a much greater gift than my ass. And then his finger is there. Teasing lightly around my hole before pushing in, ever so slowly.

We’re both wet, which helps, and I’m also turned on beyond reason, so I bear down and let him slip in a little farther. Still, he keeps it shallow, simply exploring a bit as he sucks my cock down his throat like his life depends on it.

After only a minute of this delicious torture, he flicks his tongue over that hot spot under my head, at the same time hooking the tip of his finger around my rim and tugging lightly. I make some sort of animalistic noise as I shoot into his mouth.

I expect him to spit it out since we’re in the shower, but no. He swallows it down and continues to suck me gently, with tiny licks over my head, until I become too sensitive and have to push him off.

He remains on his knees, smiling up at me like an angel of orgasms. And when I reach down, tracing my thumb across his lips, he chases it, biting down on the tip like a devil.

Releasing me, he says, “That was a much better prize than the ribbon.”

I laugh loudly. “But they can’t hang this picture of us in the grocery store.”

He laughs too, and as we stay in the shower long enough for the water to turn chilly, I think about how I want nothing more than to hear the sound of his laughter every day for the rest of my damn life.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

BRENDEN

“Thank you for visiting,” I say, after the Pikes, a nice middle-aged couple, sign their bill. Danny’s on break, but I enjoy handling check-outs so I can make sure the guests are leaving satisfied. “I hope you enjoyed your stay.”

Mrs. Pike smiles at me. “Oh, we absolutely did. This town is one of our favorite places for a quick little getaway. We try to come for one of the seasonal festivals each year.”