Itchy from dried sweat and Keston’s come, I decided to take a shower and slipped out of bed. I closed the door behind me to keep the sound from disturbing him and turned the taps on. Steamy hot water poured down on me, and I luxuriatedin the heat. I drizzled body gel in my hand and spread the foamy bubbles everywhere. It had cost me a fortune, but it was an indulgence I didn’t mind splurging on. When you grew up watching every penny, the little luxuries in life meant everything.
I finished and toweled off, wondering if Keston had any plans for the day. I realized what I was doing and I grew angry with myself. There I went again, puppy-dogging. I’d already ignored Dr. Sharpe’s advice by having sex with Keston. The least I could do was not follow him with my tongue hanging out.
“Dumbass. He got what he wanted all along, and you fell for it.” Yet the despair in his eyes from the previous night was real and not a pretense to get me naked. He’d come to me with a real problem. Not his brother or a friend. There had to be something there, aside from sex. Or maybe I was too damn hopeful.
It was why I’d been in therapy for over fifteen years. Low self-esteem from my mother’s abandonment, filling that void with sex, always falling for unattainable men, hoping someone would love me. I was almost forty and damn tired of the scene. I’d becomethat guy.The regular at all the clubs. The one they could always count on for a quick blowie in the bathroom. The extra, fun gay to round out their dinner parties or brunches. That was what they saw because it was all I let them see. But fuck…this past year, seeing Grady fall for his girlfriend and Weston and Brenner coupled up, so nauseatingly in love, I wanted what they had.
And if I thought maybe I’d found someone who might be interested, he usually was. Only not with me. They wanted someone younger. Richer. Hotter. I’d tried it all—dating apps, lunch meet-ups, dinner dates, cruises.…God, it was pathetic.Iwas pathetic. Was I ever going to realize I’d missed my chanceand should let it go? Some people were meant to be alone, and I was one of them.
Keeping quiet, I dressed, letting Keston sleep. But being awake meant needing coffee, so I fixed myself some and took it to the seat at the bay window. I finished my first cup and refilled it, returning to the window. As I sipped, I stared out at the street, mostly empty, aside from parents with strollers, and dog walkers.
“Any of that left for me?”
Keston stood in the archway between the living room and hallway, wearing only his briefs and a half smile. God, I wished I could frame that picture because if anyone ever asked me what my perfect man looked like, Keston half-naked and sleepy-eyed, and with all that messy, dark, silky hair would be who sprang to mind.
“Uh, yeah. Sure. I’ll get you some. How do you like it?” I put my mug on the ledge.
“Black as sin.”
I poured it out and brought it to him. He drank it in one long swallow. Fascinated, I watched him lick his lips.
“Speaking of sin…” He turned around, and as if tethered to him, I followed him to the bedroom. He set the empty mug on the night table, and with one hand pushed me to the bed.
I gazed up at his serious face. “What?”
“I’m thinking how I want you. On your knees or on your back.”
“Stay here all day, and you can have it both ways.”
Those blue eyes gleamed. “Yeah? You’re not busy, Uptown Boy? No brunchie brunch with your lawyer buddies?” He eased off his briefs, and his dick sprang free.
“Yeah, so what? Come with me.”Whoa. That slipped out.
Keston snorted. “Oh, sure. Your friends would really go for that.”
My temper spiked. “Hey. You don’t know them. They’re good people, down to earth and nonjudgmental. Seems like you’re the one with the hang-ups.”
“I like seeing you get all riled up. It’s hot.” Keston crawled on the bed with me. “I want you face-to-face so I can shut that mouth of yours.”
Annoyed as I was, the moment his lips brushed mine I lost the ability to form a coherent sentence. But it wasn’t only me affected. I could see by his widening eyes, their blue turning bright as sapphires. How his nostrils flared. The rapid beat of his heart when I rested my hand on his chest. His dick dripped precome, joining the mess I’d already made on my stomach.
He rolled on the condom, and I braced myself for him to ram it in me like he’d done the previous night, but no. Not this time. Keston inched in. Slowly. Taking his time, placing kisses on my face and neck while he slid in. I wanted it hard, and I dug my heels into the bed, tilting my hips.
“Fuck, Bailey, you’re sucking my dick into you. I wanted to take it easy because of last night.”
“Screw that. Give it all to me. Make me feel.”
His brows drew together, but I slid a hand around his nape and locked my ankles behind his waist, burying him completely. He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Dammit. I swear it’s like my dick’s on fire every time it’s inside you.”
“Burn, baby, burn.” I snickered, until he touched my prostate and I cried out with pleasure-pain. “Oh, fuck.” I worked my dick furiously, each brush against it sending white-hot bursts of electricity through my blood.
Realizing he’d hit that spot, Keston thrust hard and fast, pushing me to the edge. I lost sense of where and who I was other than a throbbing element of lust, need, and desire. He pounded into me, and my aching cock exploded in my hand.
I quivered and shook on his shaft, my body squeezed so tight, I could feel each hot pulse as he emptied into the condom. His mouth settled over mine, and we breathed life into each other.
“I don’t think I even said good morning,” I whispered.
