I lost all concept of time. All I knew was his masterful hands on my body, working down along my thigh, my calves, the scent of the oil relaxing me until I could fall asleep in this man’s comfortable bed.
“Turn over, baby boy. We’re not done yet.”
I did as asked, and we both chuckled at the hard on tenting my underwear.
“It happens often,” he said matter-of-factly, his attention on my cock pushing against the cloth. “But good to know I’m hitting all the right spots.”
Pressing my lips together to fight back the smile, I relaxed against the bed as he got to work on my feet. No one had ever rubbed my feet. The oil ensured a smooth glide, every touch as magical as the last. The minutes slid by, and my entire body sang with sweet relief. The attention and care he was showing hit more than a physical spot, however. He moved over me to work my arms, and a surge of arousal beat through my veins. Is this how he’d look when he arranged my body to his liking and fucked me for the first time?
I licked my lips and said, “Guess I’m obligated to put out now.”
He rumbled a little laugh. “I told you I was going to enjoy this. And before anything happens, you’ll be asking for it.”
Something in his tone let me know there was a dark desire there. Maybe it was dirty and forbidden like my penchant for wearing lingerie. I wondered if he’d tell me about it. It was something I couldn’t examine right now. But maybe when we were a little closer we could tell each other our deepest secrets. He moved to my other arm, kneading, and loosening until I didn’t think I had anything left. If he were this skilled in the art of touch, what could he do with his cock?
“Enjoying yourself?” He murmured.
I nodded dramatically.
“Almost done. Let’s talk about a little aftercare. I need you to drink plenty of water. You’ll probably be a little sore tomorrow, but that’s how you know we got stuff to loosen up.” He lay next to me, his head resting on his palm.
I couldn’t fight my smile. “Thank you. I didn’t expect… This was really nice.”
He pushed a loose lock off my forehead. His gaze was bright as if he were burning from the inside out. He came closer, those beautiful eyes sliding down to my lips. He wanted to kiss me. Not some chaste pluck on the cheek, but a real kiss, with full lips and tongue. My body clearly wanted it, my head turning toward him of its own volition. I was ready. I’d been ready for this since the day I’d met him in the market. But he didn’t come closer, just stayed where he was, looking at me with need.
“It’s getting late,” I said like an idiot, breaking the moment.
He nodded. “This should make you feel a little better.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, and we proceeded to stare at each other. “Really. I’ve…never had someone take the time with me like this.”
“You don’t have to go home. You can stay here,” he said softly, sparkling eyes of hazel running all over me as if I was interesting to him. “I have a fresh toothbrush in the bathroom. Plenty of soap. We can just sleep.”
I was in trouble. I wanted to stay so badly. I was in a place where my nerves were soothed, leaving me relaxed and open to pushing my boundaries. This was exactly the right time to stay. Like an idiot, I said, “My work uniform is at home.”
The glint in his eyes dimmed. “Right. We would have to get up earlier than normal just so I can get ourselves to work on time.”
“Ugh, look what I did. My habit of excuse-making has rubbed off on you,” I huffed, angry with myself.
“Hey, it’s okay. I accomplished my goals tonight.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Come on. I’ll drive you home.”
The ride to the west side of the city was quiet. I was angry with myself for not having the balls to stay. I was on the verge of begging him to turn around and take us back to his condo. But my uniform was at home. And we would have to get up extra early, so we weren’t late for work.
He glanced at me. “Tell me where you live. I’m not dropping you off blocks away in this chill.”
“Oh, ah—”
“Non-negotiable. I mean it.” He casted me a serious look that hit a spot I’d buried.
My cheeks heated and I reluctantly gave him my address. I figured he would discover the shithole I lived in eventually. And for the sake of being honest with each other, he deserved to know.
He frowned. “Are you section-8?”
A heat of another kind speared me, and I looked out the window. “Yes.”
He pulled up in front of the building and put his Jeep into park. “Look at me for a moment, please?”
I dragged my attention to him, surprised by the serious expression on his face. “Will you promise me something? If you need help with anything, let me know? I don’t—” He looked around at all the dilapidation. “I don’t like you here by yourself.”
