Free Lustful Gaze (London Loves #6) by Julie Farrell

okay!”
    Paul nibbled Scott’s ear. “Right, okay – whatever you say. Well, you’d better get ready for work so you can see him in the flesh, hadn’t you? But first, let me remind you why you married me!”
    Scott grinned. “I’m gonna need a shower. I’m covered in my own spunk!”
    Paul chuckled. “Good idea; I’ll join you in the shower and cover you in my spunk!”
    They gazed at each other mischievously, then they climbed out of bed and raced across the hallway towards the bathroom.
    Paul loved this bathroom. The separate shower area had been a selling point for him when they’d first found this gorgeous apartment. It was the height of luxury. It reminded Paul of his schooldays when – after gym class – the boys had all been forced to run through a tiled area, where wall-mounted showers would trickle cold water over their shivering naked bodies. It was doubly worse for Paul, because being surrounded by all those fit young boys had been incredibly arousing – and highly embarrassing. The boys would always check each other out, and then torment anyone who’d had a boner.
    But this wonderful shower was only like the high school’s torturous one in shape and size. The tiles were gleaming white in here, and the powerful jets shot warm soft water from the stylish walls. Gone were the school bullies – now the only other person around was Scott – who was always keen for Paul’s boner, whenever they showered together.
    Scott reached out and twisted the dial, causing water to burst out of the walls on either side, so they were sandwiched by a waterfall of warmth. The pattering sound of the water reminded Paul of a comforting rainstorm and, as the room quickly began to fill up with soothing steam, his body relaxed and his cock hardened.
    Scott stepped under the flow of the nearest jet and splayed his legs, then he leaned forward and pressed his palms against the tiled wall. Paul gazed at his husband’s gorgeous tight buns – rocketing his lust up another level. Scott knew Paul was watching, so he raised his arms and posed with his hands behind his head, glancing over his shoulder to throw Paul a sexy grin.
    “Come and get it,” Scott purred.
    Paul was suddenly gripped by a desperate urge to thrust his cock into that tight ass. He stepped behind Scott so their thighs were touching, and they kissed over Scott’s shoulder. Paul reached down and squeezed Scott’s butt cheeks roughly in his hands, relishing the feel of the soft flesh covering the toned muscle. Scott swayed his hips like a lap-dancer, rubbing his crack over Paul’s straining erection, which felt incredible.
    Scott reached over and grabbed the pot of lube they kept on the shampoo shelf. He passed it to Paul, then he lowered his hand and took a-hold of his own cock and started to masturbate – legitimately this time, rather than furtively under the bed covers. Scott rested his other hand on the slippery tiles in front of him, leaning invitingly for Paul to do whatever he wanted. Paul watched eagerly as Scott sped up the rhythm of his wrist. He dragged his eyes away from the live-wank show, and squirted some lube onto his fingers, then he reached down to his husband’s gorgeous ass. Scott groaned like an animal as Paul eased two fingers into his rim, then he slid them in and out slowly and attentively, treating Scott to a finger-fuck and loosening him up for the main event. Scott pushed back against Paul’s fingers, encouraging him to go deeper. He glanced over his shoulder again and grinned – already getting lost in pleasure. Watching Scott enjoying himself sent erotic thrills through Paul, and he thrust his hips hungrily, skimming his rock-hard cock between Scott’s thighs and over his balls. The feeling was delicious, but it was nothing compared to where this was leading – soon he’d be fucking Scott’s tight, warm, wonderful ass.
    With the soaring sounds of the warm water soothing him, Paul massaged the lube into his own erection,