My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 164

JOSH'S P.O.V.

Holy fucking shit. Is there a room in this place that isn't fucking fit for a king?

When Miles said shower I wasn't expecting its own fucking island! This is less a shower and more a fucking water park.

Slowly slipping out of my boyfriends hold, my feet touch the floor but my legs are still unsteady and he smiles watching me shake. I don't know if it was the sensory deprivation of being in the fucking water or just the combination of everything I'm feeling towards him tonight coming to the surface, but what he just did to me kind of took my fucking breath away.

Intense. That's the only way to describe it, so fucking intense.

But so fucking good.

The man... The night... The way he's made me feel... All of it...

This place was definitely built for us, everything from the bed big enough to hold two giant guys down to this enormous shower with two cascading waterfall heads, it's like they were imagining us specifically when they fucking built it.

I look down at the swipes of chocolate still covering my body, how much better could this night fucking get than this?

Miles start to play with all the settings, he always did love a gadget. Soon water starts to cascade down from the large square heads above the rocky simulated surface of the shower walls, steaming hot and filling the room with white clouds of heat before he takes my hand and gently guides us both inside with that cheeky grin. He's fucking loving this.

The spotlights that were glowing brightly above our heads begin to dim as he presses some buttons on the wall, I'm glad he's good with all this high tech stuff because I'm kind of shit. Steve had all this crap built into my place before I lived there but if I had my way I just have a fucking dial with hot and cold written on the fucking side. I'm old school and that ain't changing.

The water is fucking exhilarating, five minutes ago I felt ready to fall asleep but now as the steam clouds around me I just want to soak in life. Everything that a life with him has to offer.

Miles hisses as the strong stream of water throwing itself down from the head above him hits against his sore muscles. There's hardly any bruising on his shoulder anymore and Coach passed him to play in the final game next week but he's still really fucking tense. I'm pretty sure even if his arm was broken he would have played in that game though, being off the court and without a ball in his hand has been fucking killing him.

He always says that he doesn't love basketball the way that Jayce does but I think he doesn't realise that you can just love things in different ways. For Jay it's his whole being, something that makes up so much of who he is. It's not that way for Miles because he's completely secure in being his own person, but it's still something that brings him so much fucking happiness and validates his worth. Not that he should need that.

He's so good, a gift like that doesn't come without passion for what you're doing. He doesn't love it the same way that Jayce does but he does fucking love it.

His hands steady themselves against the wall, his back facing me as the water crashes down against his soft skin. I'm not even going to pretend that I'm not looking at him, admiring him. Following the water drip down between those sexy as fuck dimples on his back and trickle over the raised curve of his juicy cheeks.

Watching him like this is like fucking porn.

No, it's better.

I step out of my stream and into his, leaning against his body so that I can reach the shower gel and lathering my hands up before beginning to sooth them up and down his rippling back. He's so fucking sensitive right now, my fingers are hardly pressing into his skin and he's already trying to curl his hands through the solid tiles in front of him.

Why is he so...?

Oh...

The answer to that question becomes clear when I wrap my arms around him to start worshiping at the church of his abs only to find his bobbing and straining erection pressing up towards his stomach.

Oh God, the things I want to do to you Miles... I'm going to fucking ruin you...

"Your tense..." I tease, pressing my lips against the back of his shoulder. The steam is still clouding my sight but not remotely stopping me explore his phenomenal body with my soapy hands, gliding effortlessly over every sensitive point and feeling him shudder when I begin to tease the supple skin of his pelvis before wrapping my fist around his solid length. "Is this what you need...?" I whisper against his ear, ever so slowly pumping him and watching his eyes fall completely shut.

Yes. This is what he needs. He needs me.

His back arches as I flick my thumb against the very apex of his beseeching tip, pressing his firm ass against my stake and bringing life back to every single part of me, whilst slowly letting himself bend further and further forward into the security of the wall.

Damn it Miles, you can't bend like that in front of me... You are fucking killing me here...

I need to move him, if he stays like this then I'm going to fuck him and he's definitely not ready for that... yet.

Grabbing his hips to twist him first, the moment he's facing me I take hold of his shoulders and force his back against the tiles until his skin is solidly met with the cold hard surface. My fucking turn Miles..

He instantly pulls me against him and out of the stream of water, the minty fresh scent of that shower gel he loves so much strong and thick in the air as at the same moment that his lips connect with mine, I wrap my hand firmly around his awaiting staff.

Mine. I'm yours Miles, but never forget, you're fucking mine too.

This is where he's supposed to be, in my hand and under my fucking control. We are both dominant fuckers and we know it, I just let him get away with it more.

His dick throbs as I start to pump him slowly, never increasing the pace even when everything else on his body shakes with anticipation, almost begging me to give him his desperately needed release. He's given me everything I could possibly want tonight, right now I need to show him that he's the most important thing in the world to me too, with all the fucking affection I have... and patience.

You hear that Miles? Patience.

I part his lips with my tongue, trying to slow the pace of his frantic body as he claws against my skin and thrusts into my hand. He's already so close, I know being with me like we were in the tub turns him on as much as being with him does it for me. It's like just watching the other person in pleasure is enough to drive either of us to that edge.

I kiss him slow, deeply caressing his cavern with my tongue and massaging his own wet muscle. He allows himself a reprieve from taking charge and finally let's me guide him, my hand's grip moving to almost a gentle tickle against him so I can extend the period of his ever growing high.

That's it Miles... Let me give it to you... Let me give you everything.

His lips give away his lack of patience, he may have managed to slow his body but the way his mouth hungrily searches mine for answers shows he is very far from fucking calm right now.

I smile against him when he gives up and just moans into my mouth with surrender to the pleasure.

Oh God... I finally fucking win.

Waiting for him to become breathless by the kiss before letting it go, our soaked bodies press together as his hands dig their nails further into my back with each slow movement I make to bring me closer and closer to that sensitive spot on his neck. The hairs on the back of my own rise as the memory of him licking away the chocolate from my body in this exact same place fills my mind. It's been such a good fucking night...

He knows what I'm about to do but he doesn't make any attempt to stop me, in fact as my mouth closes down and my teeth clamp his skin he brings his hands to the back of my skull to keep the pressure against him, allowing me to leave my own vicious mark on his body. I know that I'm covered in them but I'm good with just leaving him a single one that will last all the way until fucking game day.

If any of those guys with secret crushes on the hot captain in the locker room want to watch him changing, then they'll see that he's fucking branded. They'll know who he belongs to.

Me.

Although I guess I shouldn't have put it somewhere that will be so obviously visible when he's in his kit, especially considering his mother and brother are probably going to be in the front row...

Nah, fuck them.

He'll wear it with fucking pride too.

As soon as I let his muscle slip free from between my lips and admire my work, I lean my hand against the tiles next to his head and look down at the space between our bodies, his tip leaking with pre-cum as I slowly increase the pace of my rhythm and hear his ragged breaths turn into rough pants of gratification.

Fuck, I love watching him get in such a fucking mess.

The steam of the shower is forcing droplets of sweat to run down past his temples, there's so much mind losing pleasure on his face but it springs back to reality as I swipe my thumb over his tip every time I fucking reach it.

"Josh..." He's so sensitive, every time I strengthen my grip against him he just loses it that little bit more.

I need to fucking taste him.

Stepping back, the water brushes against me before I attempt to fall to my knees, but he grips my arms to stop me, his eyes flying open as he pulls me back into his body.

"No, I want to be able to kiss you."

He is too fucking perfect.

I leave my lips press against his, contradicting my wrists fast moving actions with the slow pace I take to kiss him thoroughly. I adore you Miles, I fucking adore you, please just let me.

Even when my hand speeds up to the point that his knees are starting to buckle I still keep my kiss slow and tender, moving my other hand from the wall to cup the back of his neck and hold his heaving chest against mine.

"Josh.. Fuck, Josh..." He breaks the kiss for just a moment, the dripping water from his face falling onto mine as our eyes connect. His voice is low but even the sounds of the streaming shower heads couldn't drown out his words as they feed the fire in my chest. "Like that... Fuck, like that... Don't stop kissing me."

Never.

I'll never stop kissing you Miles.

His limbs shake, his cries muffled by my lips but I can still feel what's happening, I can feel it in his touch. I'm everything he needs, I was always everything he needed.

My slow kiss does nothing too stop the raging beast within him taking over as he reaches his ultimate climax, his teeth clamping down on my bottom lip so that his groans are kept within his own throat. I can't help but hold him closer to me as he releases, I want to feel everything he has so I force him to empty his body quaking load directly onto my stomach.

His head falls down against my shoulder with awe inspiring contentment, his gorgeous hazel eyes staring between our bodies at his glistening white milky cum that soaks and trickles down my abs. I know it fucking shouldn't, but it really fucking turns me on to have him all over me like this, to know that I'm the one person who can do this to him, that nobody else gets to have this part of him against their skin.

His hands continue to grasp my hips with a ferocious grip despite the shake in his arms as he settles himself back down from his high, my own never leaving the back of his neck so that our bodies are kept connected. I've never wanted to hold someone as much as I do him, I just want to fucking keep him safe with me, loved by me, protected by me.

My stomach erupts with butterflies as his fingertips come to stroke over it, swirling against his cum and pressing it into my body through my skin.

Fuck, I think he likes to see it on me too...

He clenches at my waist with force as he continues to stare at my stomach, I steady myself ready for him to shove me back under the shower stream but instead I almost go tumbling over when he forces himself from between my grip, moving until he's stood behind me and is pressing his flat palms against my shoulder blades so my chest is positioned squarely against the cold wall in front.

I guess that was the end of him being fucking submissive then...

There's a rustling next to me as he searches through the wash bag he brought in here for something, finding it but not letting me see before his chest is pressed firmly against my back, his lips coming down to whisper in my ear and caressing the sensitive edge.

"Spread your legs."

Why can't I ever say no when he uses that damn voice... It's so fucking deep...

His foot kicks gently between my ankles until he has me exactly where he wants me, taking my arms and placing them on either side of my head against the tiles before throwing something back on the shelf and lowering his lips to the back of my neck.

Giving up absolute control... That's what he wants from me right now...

"Miles... What are you... Fuck!"