“Just making sure.”
We walked quietly to the elevator, and I stood beside him once inside. We didn’t speak until the doors closed, and James pressed the button for the lobby.
“So how was your stay at The Ritz-Carlton?” James asked me with a serious face, but then his lips turned upward into a smile.
“The bed was nice,” I commented.
“The bed was nice for sure. I enjoyed the dirty pup on the bed. And just like a naughty pup, you marked the sheets with your scent.”
I grinned and could feel my cheeks getting warm as I remembered how he gripped my shaft and jacked me off. James wrapped his arm around my shoulder and jostled me.
“How are you feeling, pup?”
“I feel good. I’d like to get out of these clothes,” I explained.
“When we get home, we’ll take a shower, and then we can talk about the ATM thing.” James suggested.
“That sounds good,” I said as the elevator doors opened to the lobby.
Side by side, we walked up to the check-in counter. As the brunette with glasses greeted me, I glanced at her nametag: Carissa.
“I’d like to check-out early please,” I said and then set the key card on the counter.
“Of course. Was there anything wrong with your stay?” Carissa inquired while looking at me.
“No. The room was very nice. I had a change in plans.”
“No problem, sir. What name is the room under?” Carissa asked.
“Brandon Cooper,” I answered.
“Okay, here you are. Would you like to use the card on file?”
“Yes, that is fine; thank you.”
Carissa put a piece of paper on the counter, and I glanced at the figure for one night. I hoped James hadn’t seen it as I signed the bottom line, but he always noticed things, so I doubted this escaped his notice. We walked outside to the valet pickup area, and James gave the attendant his claim ticket. Once we got in his car, I felt like I needed to apologize again.
“I’m sorry that I ran.”
“It’s alright, Brandon. You’ve apologized already; there’s no need to do it anymore. And I know that going forward you’ll come find me, and we’ll chat.”
“Yes,” I agreed with him.
When we got home, we went straight to the bathroom that was attached to his room … our room, right? James turned the shower on, and then we undressed. I picked up both of our clothes and put them in the hamper. I was so glad to get out of mine.
“After our shower and before we sit down to talk, I’d like to clean the wound on your thigh,” James said as we stepped into the shower.
“Okay, thank you.”
I was lucky that he was being so nice to me after what I did yesterday. Of course, there was still a chance he could kick me the fuck out after I’d tell him about the inheritance.
James and I had taken showers together before, so this wasn’t anything new. However, I felt like things might be different now. He fucked me a few hours ago, so things were definitely different in a good way. Would it be weird or awkward tonight when we'd go to sleep? He had always let me stay in his room with him, so that wouldn’t change now.
As I was lathering myself up, I couldn’t help but notice that James was intensely watching me with hungry eyes. He casually stroked himself while I moved the soapy mesh sponge across my chest. I pressed the sponge against my abs, causing the suds to squeeze out and slide down my body. My pubes and dick were covered in suds, but I took hold of my shaft and gave it a few tugs while I kept my eyes on him.
“Enjoying the show?” I asked.
“Very much, yes. I’m just thinking about how much I’m going to love turning that ass red before I take it again,” James admitted.
