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That was a very good question.

I gripped his arm in my soapy hand and spun him around, using my other hand at the base of his neck to bend him forward again.

I needed to stop overthinking this. He wanted me and I wanted him and that was everything I’d been hoping for since we’d started this thing together. I wasn’t going to flake out on him now. Not when he needed me as much as I needed him.

He slid further down the wall on his forearms, shoving himself back even more and I suddenly couldn’t stop myself from touching him. I slid my hands over his ass cheeks, spreading them to expose his tight, pink asshole.

“Fuck,” I whispered, running my slick thumb over his entrance, circling it a few times before pressing forward and watching it stretch open. “Christ, Andy.”

He was so tight and his body was so hot that I wondered how I was ever going to last once I was actually inside of him.

I pulled my thumb free and switched to my index finger, pressing it slowly but firmly inside of him, my cock jerking as he moaned. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his shoulder as I pulled out and added a second finger, stretching him further and drawing another deep groan that vibrated from him against my chest.

“You like that?” I asked, shoving my fingers more roughly up into him. “Is this what you need?”

He let out a choked sound as he dropped his head against the wall.

“Or do you want more?” I grabbed the bar of soap again with my free hand and spun it in my palm for a minute, collecting more suds before dropping it and sliding my hand over my shaft, slicking my cock. “You have to tell me, Andy.”

“More,” he whispered. “Please.”

“Good boy,” I growled against his ear as I pulled my fingers free and pressed my tip against his hole. “I’ll be rough with you, but you have to tell me if it’s too much.”

“I promise,” he said, nodding again.

I slid forward slowly, his ass swallowing my tip in one smooth movement, but I continued to press into him, steadily feeding him all of me until our bodies connected.

“Sweet fucking holy hell mother of fuck,” I babbled as his ass convulsed around me, squeezing me tightly, the pleasure short-circuiting my brain. I had no idea anything could feel that fucking good. He was so tight. So hot. So…he was just so everything.

I was overwhelmed to the point that for a moment I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could barely breathe. And then he squeezed around me and I fell forward into him, slamming my hand against the wall to keep myself from collapsing completely and taking him to the floor with me.

“Don’t do that,” I warned him.

“Or what?” he asked, repeating the compression around me.

“Oh, Princess,” I growled, sliding my free hand around his front and gripping his throat tightly. “You wanna play?”

I pulled my hips back and slammed forward, rocking his head into the wall from the force of impact. He grunted then squeezed around me again.

Releasing his throat, I took his arms and moved them, planting his palms flat on the wall to keep him from hitting his head again. I could deal with his pain play, but I wasn’t going to knock him unconscious against the wall of his fucking shower.

“Stay,” I barked as I returned one hand to his throat and used the other to grip his hip.

I held him tightly with each hand as I slammed into him again. Pulling him into me as I rocketed forward, fucking him hard and fast and silently praying that I was only hurting him the way he wanted me to.

My balls were so tight against my body that they ached and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I moved my hand at his hip to grip his cock. Two pumps over his shaft and he was spilling his orgasm over my fingers, which sent me over the edge with him.

I leaned forward into him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as I moaned, my cock twitching and filling his ass with my release, my legs shaking so hard I was afraid I was going to actually fall down.

When I pulled out of him and stepped back I was horrified to see the deep puncture wounds I’d left in his skin.

“Fuck, Andy, I’m so sorry,” I said.

“That was fucking incredible,” he insisted, turning to look at me with wide eyes. “Why are you sorry?”

“I marked you,” I said, reaching up to gingerly touch the impression of my teeth I’d left in his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” he said, reaching up to take my hand in his. “Trevor, really.”