Chapter 5 Taste of Him
Rafe’s POV
The words slipped out of my mouth, low and taunting, barely louder than the hiss of the water. Meanwhile, Shawn’s palm was still slammed flat against the tile beside my head, his knuckles white from the sheer force of it.
“Stop trying to find out what I can do,” he hissed, the words ripped out of him, low, and dangerous. “I assure you won’t like any of it, Navarro.”
His eyes were still locked on mine with every word he spoke, pupils blown so wide the blue was almost swallowed by black. But then they dropped, first to my lips—lingering on the way it was parted in shock.
Then they slid lower, down my throat, past my nipples that were already sensitive and aching from the hot steam of the shower. Then down to my stomach, following the thick lines of muscle until his eyes finally landed on my cock.
“Maybe I want to find out what happened you can do,” A dangerous smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “So why don’t you show me?”
The moment I said those words, Shawn’s breath hitched, the thick length between his thighs jerked visibly, rising higher, the head already slick and shining under the spray.
“Stop!” he snapped. “Just…fucking stop daring me.”
His mouth said a different thing, but his eyes still stayed glued to my cock—watching it twitch, watching the way my hips rocked forward on instinct, seeking any kind of contact.
Without hesitation, I stepped closer to him, so close that our cocks brushed. Just the slightest graze of skin on skin, enough to send hot waves of pleasure through our bodies.
Shawn didn’t move away, nor did he pull back. His hips pushed forward—just a fraction enough that our lengths slid together. The friction was both brutal and perfect at the same time, and I felt his cock throb against me, every vein standing out in protest as he fought not to grind harder.
“You’re dripping for me, Captain.” I leaned in until my lips brushed the shell of his ear, my voice a low, teasing whisper, “Look at you practically leaking like a faucet just because I’m standing here naked. If you don’t want to fuck me so bad…why’re you shaking?”
“Shut the fuck up, Navarro,” he growled, but the words came out cracked. “SHUT. THE. HELL. UP.”
A low, mocking laughter tore out of me, the sound vibrating between our bodies. “I’m still waiting for you to make me.”
His hips snapped forward in rage, a motion that made our cocks ground together in a tight, filthy slide, forcing a shameless moan out of me before I could stop it. Shawn groaned in return—-deep, guttural, like the sound itself had been ripped out of his chest.
“Fuck….” His forehead dropped to mine as water streamed over both our faces, into our eyes, down to our lips. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“Good,” I whispered against his lips. “Ruin me so bad for humiliating you out there in practice.”
For one endless heartbeat, neither of us moved. Then Shawn’s control snapped, before I could realise anything his mouth crashed down on mine—hard. I kissed him back just as hard, biting his lower lip until I tasted blood, his tongue shoved into my mouth like he was claiming every inch of territory.
I sucked on it, my hands finally moving, digging into his muscles to pull him closer until there was no existence of space between us. Shawn’s hips rolled again, grinding our cocks together in a rhythm that made my vision go white out.
Before my brain could think, I reached down between us, my hand wrapped around both our thick, hard lengths, forcing them to rub against each other.
Shawn bucked into my grip with a choked sound that vibrated against my lips, his forehead pressing harder against mine. The sound shattered something inside me and I began to stroke us together—fast, punishing. His cock pulsed in my hand, the head bumping mine with every upstroke.
“I…I’m going to fucking cum, Navarro.” He rasped against my skin. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum all over you—“
“Do it,” I cut in before he could finish his words, stroking our cocks faster now. “Cum all over the guy you despise so much. Let me feel it on my dick.”
He was shaking now, full body orgasms that rippled through his shoulders and down his arms. Shawn’s mouth moved to my neck, biting down hard enough to bruise. I gasped, my head falling back against the tile from the mix of both pain and pleasure.
A low, broken moan tore from his throat as his cock swelled impossibly thicker in my hand—then he came—hard. Hot pulses spilled over my fist, covering both our lengths without mercy.
The sight of his release snapped the last thread of restraint in me and I followed right after, spilling over our joined cocks in thick, angry waves. My knees buckled underneath from the sheer force of intense pleasure, but Shawn caught me, holding me up while we rode the aftershocks together, grinding slow, milking every last drop of cum until we were both shaking.
For a long moment, we just stood there, foreheads pressed together, while the hot steam from the shower poured over us like it could wash away what we’d just done.
Then—
Shawn pulled back immediately. His eyes were wide, and panicked, as if he’d just now realized the extent of what we had just done. Then he stepped back and twisted the shower knob off.
He grabbed a towel from the bench, wrapping it around his waist with shaking hands. Enough to hide the evidence of what we’d just done.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” Navarro!” He growled, his voice shaking with everything he couldn’t say. “This was a stupid mistake that would never happen again!”
Without sparing any glance at me, he walked out. Leaving me alone under the now-freezing shower spray.
My Cock still twitching…and the taste of him is still on my tongue.