“All the bruises I put on your body.” I touched each one, knowing there would be more on his hips later.
“Do you hear me complaining?” He raised me to my feet and kissed me, his tongue scouring my mouth for a taste of himself, then wrapped his soap-slicked hand around my c**k and teased my foreskin before he began jerking me off.
“No, but…” I groaned and lost my train of thought. How could I think straight when he was lighting up my universe with sky rockets and Roman candles?
“I thought you were going to f**k me bareback,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and gravelly against my throat.
“Wills!” I was shocked. “I’d never do that without talking to you about it first.” But in spite of that, I found the thought tantalizing.
Lips and teeth worked that patch of skin. “When we go home, I wan
