Cade Lamonte has a rather unconventional relationship with homicide detective Sidney Connor, meaning it’s on and off, mostly off recently. They usually get together just for sex.
When Sidney suddenly contacts Cade after a two-month off period, it seems as though Sidney wants to change the parameters of their relationship. He’s looking to make his relationship with Cade much more on.
Cade has been in love with Sidney for a while, so he’s onboard with the change. And it soon becomes obvious to Cade the hunky detective might be looking to for even more permanence. Could Sidney possibly want to make Cade Legally His?
“Are you hungry?” His mouth was on my neck, likely sucking marks there. “I interrupted your dinner, didn’t I? I have half a burger.”
“No, that’s okay. I can wait until breakfast.”
He pulled back just enough to part my lips with his thumb. “God, I want you. I’m always surprised by that.”
I smirked. “I don’t know why. I have a fine ass.”
He grinned and cupped that fine ass, squeezing it gently. “Best damn bubble butt in Southern California.”
He shoved his thumb into my mouth more so that I could suck on it. He had a finger thing, no doubt about it.
Sidney knew I liked shower sex. He did too. And it served more than one purpose. We could fuck and then be cleaned up for more play in bed.
He took my hand and tugged me forward toward the master bathroom. He’d bought this house for a steal several years ago when prices were down and had paid for many upgrades, including the amazing bathroom.
He’d had one of those spa tubs with the jets put in right next to a window that overlooked a flower garden. He’d added two double vanities and this standup shower all with gorgeous brown granite tile and a glass door. It reminded me of one of those fancy Las Vegas suite bathrooms. And it would easily fit four pretty big adults.
Right then it only had to fit the two of us and we wasted no time stripping out of our clothes. Sidney opened the glass door and turned on the spray, before going to a cabinet under the sink for a condom. He kept lube in the shower since we played there so often.
I got in first and stood under the strong, warm spray, letting the day’s stresses wash off with any sweat. When Sidney joined me, he held a bar of soap, no fancy shower gels for him, and he soaped up his hands and smoothed them over my chest and arms, washing me.
He made his way down my body, washing and rinsing me everywhere. I kept my eyes closed and me head back, the spray battering my face gently.
Sidney washed himself then, scrubbing off his own stresses, of which I was sure there were many. I didn’t envy the heaviness of his job.
I felt his callused hands on my face and I opened my eyes to his lips closing over mine. It was a kiss that started off soft and slow but quickly turned heated, probing, as his tongue slipped into my mouth, tangling with my own.
My cock had risen between my legs, achingly erect already. It had been two months after all, for this anyway, touching myself had never been the same.
He smoothed his hands down my damp back and then down to my buttocks, which he squeezed. I closed my eyes, detached myself from his lips and hands, kneeling on the shower floor before him.