Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He hurriedly started washing himself.
Geoffrey turned around to face him. “This isn’t a race.” He frowned and snatched the soap back. “You think I’ll stand in this shower I had specifically built for this very reason and not take advantage of you?” He made a pfft sound and got his hands soapy. “You can wash me next, but I’m taking the reins here and fulfilling at least one of my recurring fantasies where you’re concerned.” He muttered something under his breath about showering with Thor as he tilted his head and raked his gaze over Sven, obviously trying to figure out where to start. “There is so, so, so much of you.”
Sven swept his wet hair back from his head so he didn’t miss a thing, then held up his arms. “Have at me.”
He quickly learned that thorough applied to Geoffrey as well, because holy fucking shit, Geoffrey had absolutely zero boundaries. Those small, quick hands left no part of his body untouched. He did the muttering thing as he explored, and Sven could make out a few words here and there about buying tubs of slippery shower gel and building a small slip-proof staircase in his shower. Grinning, he just braced his hands on a stone wall and let Geoffrey treat his body like a playground.
And he fucking loved it.
Hands stroked with soap and sometimes without. He explored Sven’s chest, stomach…armpits. He spent an extraordinary amount of time soaping his dick, balls, and he even shot him a naughty grin when his slippery finger slid inside Sven’s ass.
Sven sucked in a breath, focusing on not losing it so could just watch him, witness the true pleasure Geoffrey took in learning his body. Different parts of him brushed against Sven, making this the best shower Sven had ever had. Geoffrey even knelt and ran soapy hands up Sven’s hairy legs. At one point, he leaned forward and rubbed his cheek over Sven’s thigh. Water ran down his face, catching in his lashes and beading on those lips. He sipped it off Sven’s inner thigh.
He wondered if it were possible for a dick to explode from too much blood. He throbbed and ached and when that gorgeous face nuzzled higher and sent his sexy tongue out to play on his balls, Sven shouted and curled his hands into fists against the wall.
“I spent my entire teenaged years dreaming about someone like you,” Geoffrey said, his voice barely loud enough to be heard over the three running showers. “Dreaming about my own Viking who would come and cart me off to…well, the dream never got that far because we always ended up fucking on the ground somewhere, out in the open. My staying power as a teen was nonexistent.” He chuckled.
Sven stared down at the wet blond head right by his dick and grunted, too fucking turned on to speak.
Blue eyes sparkled up at him as Geoffrey licked water off his mouth then wrapped those lips around the head of Sven’s cock. The sound Sven released then was loud and hoarse. And when those soapy hands slid up to fondle his balls as his cheeks sucked in, Sven knew he was about to embarrass the hell out of himself and come in that pouty, stunning mouth like…well…a teenager.
He growled, knowing he sounded like a big bear as he reached down and hauled Geoffrey to his feet.
“Really?” Shock loosened Geoffrey’s features, made his eyes impossibly big as he blinked water out of them. “You don’t want my mouth? The way you stare at it all the time?”
“Oh, I want it.” Sven panted and worked to make more words. “I just want something else more right now. If I don’t get a second to breathe, this is going to be over. Fast.”
“Is there a written rule somewhere telling us we can’t go more than one round? What handbook is that in? Cuz I’m gonna burn it.”
Sven pulled him up on his toes and kissed him, stretching those lips wide as he delved deep into Geoffrey’s mouth. When he pulled back, that bewildered haze had come over Geoffrey’s face again. “Where did the soap go?” Sven asked.
“Floor,” he gasped, nodding his head at a different soap dish. “But there’s another.”
Sven set Geoffrey back down, grabbed the soap, and lathered Geoffrey from his neck down and when he was kneeling at Geoffrey’s feet, he looked up to find Geoffrey’s face still held that stunned pleasure. It was completely fucking adorable. Again, that strange warmth expanded his chest. He wanted nothing more than to drive Geoffrey out of his damn mind. He dropped his gaze to the cock bobbing in his face, his mouth watering. Geoffrey had a cut, beautiful dick and he wanted it down his throat. He grabbed Geoffrey’s hips then licked his prick from base to tip.