Free Rough [02] - Roughhousing by Laura Baumbach Page B

sweat-stained shirt away from his sides to let the night breeze flow around him. “Need a shower.” His stomach growled loud and long.
    Bram chuckled and rubbed a rough, grubby hand over James’ stomach. Eyes bright with desire, his hand lingered, then dropped lower to rub over the front of James’ pants where the fabric had suddenly become strained.
    James returned the heated stare, swallowing hard. “Need ... a couple of things, but I want a shower first."
    Bram wrapped his arms around James’ waist and tugged him close. His large hands kneaded the curve of James’ ass while his lips rained a shower of light kisses over his lover's upturned face. “Here and now is good for me, baby, but if all slick and soapy is what you want, far be it from me to deny you.” He pulled back, threw his arm around James’ shoulders, and began walking them toward the library doors. “Showering with you is near the top of my list of favorite things to do. Let's see if we can find something new and interesting to do with a loofah."
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    James rolled his forehead back and forth over the cool tile wall; a small groan escaping his lips as the showerhead pulsed a steady rhythm of hot water over his back. Legs spread comfortably apart, he kept his balance by placing both hands on the smooth surface of the over-sized enclosure. Tiny rivers of moisture trickled down his skin, following the path of his arched spine and hunched shoulders until they converged at his lower back and tickled the crease of his ass and tumbled over the curve of his hips.
    Each droplet hammered down on his sore muscles, stinging and pelting every exposed inch of his flesh. The barely tolerable heat seeped into his skin, washing away the grime of the day and leeching out the remainder of his flagging energy. The shower's mist filled the air and the warm humidity invaded his lungs, bringing a heaviness to his body. His thoughts slowed and his senses heightened.
    Groaning out loud again, James shivered despite the heat. Scalding plates of iron worked over the muscles of his calves. Bram's large, rough hands massaged his legs, working each ankle, foot, and even his toes. The big man knelt behind James between his spread legs.
    If James tried, he could just see the powerful curve of one bent knee on the floor between his thighs, its muscles and tendons taut, corded in a crouch that held more energy and strength than James imagined he possessed in his whole body. The sight made his cock stir and it began to curve up from its resting place nestled against his own thigh.
    The rough yet tender caress worked up his thighs and James jumped as Bram mouthed over the swell of his ass. The other man licked at the crease between his cheeks and bit at the soft underside of his butt where thigh joined cheek, alternating the pressure and sharpness of the attentions. James didn't know what to expect next, a tender touch of Bram's talented tongue or the sting of teeth. His breathing increased and his head swam, a mix of anticipation and need combined with a touch of fear of the unknown.
    The thrill of giving over control to this man was intoxicating. James often felt like he would pass out just from Bram's slightest touch when they were like this, loving each other, giving each other what each desired most during lovemaking. And nobody knew him the way Bram did. No one instinctively met his needs every single time the way this primal, possessive, caring mountain of a man did. Bram always knew what James needed even when James didn't know it himself. Like now. James had envisioned a hot shower and a quick, mutual jerk off session. Bram had other plans.
    Too tired to give much thought to sex when they came upstairs, James had instantly turned control of his body over to Bram. From the slow, sensual stripping off of his clothing to the sudden, unexpected fireman's carry into the wide, luxurious shower, Bram had been working his body and his mind until James hovered on the brink of