Page 123 of Rookie Attraction

“Nope. Let me take care of you.”

Sel bites his bottom lip, leans against the tiles with his hands on the wall and lets me take over. I lather up every inch of his shoulders, his arms, including his pits, which are sexy as fuck. Once he’s rinsed off, I’m going to bury my face there and taste him. But first, I slowly massage his chest, teasing his hard nipples with my thumbs, feeling the shudder that runs through him.

“Finn,” he warns.

“What?” I say with an innocent look, blinking my wet eyelashes. “I’m being thorough.”

“You’re being a tease. I have the desire, but I don’t have the energy to go another round tonight.”

“Don’t worry, old timer,” I quip. “I’ll get you cleaned up, help you into bed, and let you sleep.”

“Again with ‘old timer?’ We’re the same generation.” He chuckles. “And you’ll let me sleep?”

“For a few hours.”

“Gee, thanks. And I don’t need help getting back to my bed, I’m perfectly capable of doing so on my own.”

“Not with the way you’re staggering,” I return. “I insist on grabbing your ass to keep you steady.”

There goes his booming laugh again. It’s my growing fixation.

“You’re one sassy rookie, you know that?”

He’s smiling and I lean in to taste it. I rub my hands over his abs, and lower, down those sculpted V-lines. I take my time exploring, shivering when the soft moan he’s trying to hold onto lets loose. Falling to my knees, I clean his cock and balls.

“Ngh,” Sel hums. “Finn.”

I’ve never tasted dick, but I’m dying for Sel’s. When I glance up to see if he wants that too, there’s warmth in his gaze but shadows under his eyes.

He needs rest. You both need it.

Reigning in my naughty impulse, I move lower, washing his hard, hairy thighs and all the way down to his feet, then I pull him under the water again. As the soap washes away, I lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Turn around, baby.”

He does as I demand and places his hands on the wall. I lather up and knead his shoulders, and that’s not helping my situation, or his. When I get to his ass, I drop to my knees again and massage his round cheeks. Sel’s ass is art come to life. Literally.

“I need to clean—” Sel starts.

“Full-service Finn will take care of you.”

His body goes rigid.

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

I respond by squeezing his ass cheeks, hard. Sel spreads his legs wider, and I slide my fingers down his crease, cleaning and massaging his hole, lower, over his taint, then back up again. The knowledge that I came inside him gives me a rush I can’t explain.

“Oh, fuck,” he rasps.

Once I’m done, I stand up, wrap my arms around his waist, and pull him under the spray to rinse off. I’m into this, taking care of him. He trusts me and I can’t resist.

“Put your hands back on the wall,” I instruct.

He steps out of my embrace and does just that. Before I go to my knees this time, I grab a couple of thick washcloths from the ledge and throw them on the floor. Even though it’d be worth it, I don’t want to completely wreck my knees. Once I’m back in position, I lean in and kiss the top of his crease, licking drops of water off his ass, moving lower.

“F-Finn, what are you doing?”

“I really want to taste your ass.”