“Wow,” he said, a little slurry. “Love the way all the windows along the back of the house face the pool.”
Slices of the party going on in the front were visible through the windows, though it was nice to see the soundproof glass doing its job.
“Not a bad view in the place.” I took another drink and tried not to move too much, far too aware that he was still hanging on to my sleeve as I imagined the heat of his hand on my cock.
“I also like that the interior seems lofty, but the exterior is low to the ground.”
“I had a very talented architect.”
He lightly shouldered me, and I locked down a moan.
“Sure,” he said, grinning madly, “but I thought spoiled city boys loved their massive monuments to wealth.”
“I wouldn’t call three thousand square feet small,” I objected into my plastic cup, trying to pull myself together. “Besides, it’s like I said, I’m allergic to heights.”
“Wait.” He stopped at the pool’s edge, finally letting go to turn to me. “You’re really so afraid of heights that you couldn’t handle a two-story house?”
I sucked in my lips and nodded, mesmerized by his wavering reflection in the night-dark water. “Plus, the layout is kinda nostalgic for me.”
“Yeah? How so?”
“It reminds me a little of the split-level house where I grew up in Salt Lake City.”
I’d had my parents send me the plans for our old house as a starting point for my architect, but I held back on that detail.
“You grew up in Salt Lake City? I thought you and Emery had been friends forever.”
“My family moved to Texas when I was sixteen. Emery and I met in high school, and we were immediately friends.”
I waited for the next obvious question.
“Does this mean I get to call you Elder Kessler?” he asked, amused.
If only he knew the kind of porn I watched…
“Absolutely not.”
“What about your parents? I’m guessing the fact that you turned out to be a big old homo wasn’t their favorite.”
I laughed. “No, it wasn’t. But they’re trying to be okay with it now.” Grimacing, I said, “Twenty years since I refused my mission and came out to them, and they’ve almost got it.”
“Sorry.” He looked up at me and I got lost in his eyes, which I decided were more dangerous than his ass. “That’s probably not a lot of fun.”
“Not really.” Needing to get back on level ground, I snarked, “Anyway, thank you for taking time out of your busy hookup schedule to come to my housewarming.”
He flipped his hair over his shoulder. “It was no bother, really. An ass this perfect is a blessing and a curse. I was in and out in no time.”
I had already imagined how it’d feel to push into his tight hole more times than I was willing to admit, but hearing him say it made my cock weep with need. The warm breeze blew through the trees as I eyeballed the sturdy teak recliners that lined the pool. I’d made them myself, and now I was wondering if they’d hold up under our combined weights.
Steady, old boy. You know you’re not built for casual, not with this one.
Making my way up the steps, I drew open the enormous sliding glass wall, and the music spilled out onto the deck.Gesturing for him to join me, I said, “Maybe instead of letting these two pump chumps fuck you, you could use someone a little older, a little wiser. Perhaps a little more in control of himself.”
He snorted as he passed me, walking into my bedroom, a generous space with a limestone fireplace and a massive bed.
“When you find that man, give him my number,” he shot back. He stood in the seating area in front of the fireplace and turned in a circle, sloshing his drink as he gestured at my bed. “So, wait. Is this where the king lays his head at night?”
“That it is. Though you completely missed my top-notch flirting.”
