Page 49 of The Lockdown Mann

“It’s wild that we’re here,” he says, then kisses my shoulder again.

“Yeah. It is.” I drop my head back against him. Oakley reaches around me, grabbing the soap and a washcloth from the built-in cubby where they’re stacked. He wets the cloth and soaps it before rubbing the rag on my chest, still standing behind me.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admits.

“Just do what feels right, what you like. I’ll tell you if there’s something I’m not into, but I don’t think there’s any way you could touch me that wouldn’t feel good.” I wish that weren’t true, wish Oakley didn’t have this unexplainable pull on me that’s never quite gone away.

He washes my chest, then steps away to do the same to my back. He’s still avoiding my dick, so I reach down and give it a slow stroke myself.

“You have a great ass,” he says, running the rag over it. “Do you…”

“Get fucked? You can say the words, Oak. Yeah. It’s been a long time for me, but I like being fucked.”

He rubs his hand over my ass, but this time it’s without the washcloth—starting with one cheek and then the other, before continuing to my thighs. “Have you been with a lot of men?”

“I don’t know if a lot is the right phrase, but I’ve had my fair share.”

“I never heard anything.”

“Most people are good about keeping that to themselves. Most people don’t want to be the ones to out someone else, Oak.”

“So, you don’t want people to know…”

“Nah, that’s not really me. I didn’t say anything in the beginning because…” His palm slides over the head of my dick. “Fuck. I don’t know. And then…” Then there was Kane, but I’m not ready to tell him about that. I’ve never told anyone about him, not even my own family. “Damn, that feels good.”

“Turn around,” he says, and I do, gladly willing to give him any part of me as long as he keeps touching me. “You’re so fine,” he says, running his hands over my chest and shoulders. “I thought about it a lot after, how I hadn’t realized I was bi, but then when I met you, it was just fucking there.”

“I didn’t turn you bi. It doesn’t work that way.”

“I know. That’s not what I mean. I was young, I guess, and didn’t get it, but something about you made me get it. Afterward, I remembered having watched you, my stomach feeling all fluttery and shit, but I didn’t know what it meant until you kissed me. It’s annoying how much you turn me on.”

I chuckle. “The feeling is mutual.”

He wraps his hand around my dick again, stroking, but not looking down, just holding eye contact with me. He looks unsure but turned on too.

“I don’t know how to do this, Des,” he reiterates.

“We’ll work through it together, just like we did that night. What do you want to do? You can make me come like this, just with your hand.”

He shakes his head, determination reflecting back at me. “I want to suck you. I want to know what it’s like to have your dick in my mouth.” My cock twitches in his hand. Oakley grins. “You like that.”

“You just said you want to suck my dick. Of course I like it.” I nod toward the bench seat in the shower. “Sit down.”

Oakley does as I say. I like it, like the way he listens during sex, but I also like the way he challenges me in it sometimes too. Both versions of Oakley turn me on, hit different pleasure receptors in my body, making my dick harden even more but also making my body feel unexplainably giddy.

“Touch it, Oak,” I say, and he does, reaching over to wrap a hand around my erection. He strokes it, watching his hand move, watching the head of my dick slide through his fist. “It’s sexy as hell watching you stroke me. Do you want to taste it? Bend forward and lick the head.”

“You know that next time, I won’t be this easy to boss around, right?”

I grin, holding on to the back of his head, feeling the short hair against my palm.

I don’t urge him forward, but Oakley goes anyway, his pink tongue slipping past his gorgeous fucking mouth and swiping at my tip.

It’s like a jolt of lightning rips through me at the contact.

“Fuck yes. Do that again.”

He licks the head again, still using his hand to stroke. Oakley circles his tongue around my glans, paying extra close attention right beneath the head.