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Yet, here I…wanted him. Not really knowing what I wanted, but wanting him, nonetheless. Anal sex was off the table—that shit had to hurt-and while I liked a bit, or a bunch, of pain during play time, I usually regarded sex time as all pleasure. Oral sex? When I rolled out of bed this morning that also had been a huge negative. After tonight, I was more than…curious. I could lie to everybody at that club and Seth, but there was no lying to myself. I’d wanted his cock in my mouth.
Why? I didn’t have a fucking clue.
I took a deep breath, held my shoulders up, and opened the door enough to step through. Seth was there, sitting on my bed, grinning like the asshole that was starting to grow on me, and holding his bucket of cream.
I hadn’t taken the first step when he said, “And setting a new world’s record in the Olympic game of stalling in the bathroom is Agent Baker Daley! Give him a round of applause!”
I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up. I might have known he’d see straight through me. Instead of trying to deny the obvious, I simply took a bow to the fake crowd and grinned back at him. “Guilty.”
He smiled back, and I found myself amazed at how much the genuine smile softened his features. If we didn’t have this giant gay/straight wall between us, I would undoubtedly enjoy hanging out with him. Hell, I enjoyed being around him already. If that wall between us ever crumbled, I’d be in serious trouble.
“Lose the towel and lay down on your belly, gold medalist. Let’s see how much damage I’ve done to that cute bubble butt of yours.”
I hesitated as the images flickered through my mind again. Me draped across his lap. My cock, hard and leaking, trapped between his legs. His open hand spanking my ass with a diligence that could have earned a gold medal, itself. The crowd that had gathered around us. The wicked remarks. And then…blackness. It had been a taste of heaven.
“You gonna Rainbow me over cream to the ass?” he asked.
“Fuck off,” I answered with a grin. My feet finally started moving and within seconds, I was naked and lying on the bed in front of him. “If you tell me to put a pillow under my hips, I’m going to slug you. Sir.” I added sweetly.
“Hmmm…I hadn’t thought about it, but now that you’ve mentioned it, that’s an excellent idea.” He grabbed a pillow and said, “Lift up.”
He was right, I’d asked for that one. I should have kept my big mouth closed. I lifted my hips and he had the pillow, doubled—over, of course, beneath my hips before I could think of another curse word to direct toward him. With the pillow folded, my ass was even more arched into the air. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, but my cock was hardening. Maybe I was into humiliation after all?
Gently he rubbed the cream against my skin and it felt delicious. My flesh still burned from his punishment and the cream had the perfect amount of coolness to make the burn become a faint memory. “Not bad at all,” he murmured. “You’re barely pink. I went too easy on you. It won’t happen again. I can’t wait to see this ass a bright red.”
As red as my face?
“Yeah, well I can’t wait to challenge you on the mats…when this is over, of course. I bet I can shut that smart mouth up in a nice wrestling match.”
His fingertip made a seductive trail down the center of my back. When he reached the top of my crack, he leaned over and said, “There are other…ways to shut my smart mouth up, Baker.” His tongue licked my ear. “And they’re a lot more fun and…tasty.”
Oh, fuck.
Suddenly, he pulled back. “I’m going to make you a sandwich, you stay here, just the way you are. We need to let the cream air dry before you turn back over. I’ll only be a few minutes. Ham or turkey?”
“Turkey,” I mumbled. My mind was too occupied with the image of my cock in his mouth to give more than one—word answers. When he returned a short time later, the images were still in my head and my naked ass was still in the air. When I heard his chuckle, I flipped over and dove beneath the covers. There was absolutely no reason to display my stiff-as-stone cock to him. No reason at all.
“Eat your sandwich, the apple, drink the power drink, and then go to sleep. You need rest after this evening’s events.” He sat the tray on the nightstand next to me and took hold of my chin, tilting my head to the left and then the right. “You already had dark circles under your eyes when we boarded the plane this morning. You aren’t taking care of yourself properly. That’s unacceptable,” he reprimanded. His thumb tenderly brushed the skin beneath my eye. “Lights out in twenty minutes, Baker. I’ll be on the balcony, in the hot tub, if you need me for anything.” He pointed toward the wall of curtains in my room. “I’ll keep those closed for your privacy, but just step outside the door and give me a yell. Understood?”
