He walked toward me and motioned for me to turn around. I felt myself start to harden as my mind raced with the possibility that he’d fuck me right here. I turned around and glanced over my shoulder at him just as he brought his hand down on my ass. Soap suds flew everywhere, and the noise created by his wet hand slapping my wet flesh echoed in the bathroom.
“Mmm,” I mumbled and leaned forward.
James laughed at my moan. I felt both of his hands on my upper back to help rinse off my suds. Though welcomed, he spent longer than necessary helping to rinse the suds off my butt cheeks. He’d done this before, and it had always been playful, as this was. But it also felt different. Like he really loved me. Once he rinsed me off, he pulled one of the large slate colored towels off the rack and tossed it onto my head.
“Dry off and then sit on the counter so I can examine and clean that leg wound, pup. I’ll be done in a few seconds.”
“Yes, sir!” I beamed and dried myself off.
James had shut the water off by the time I was dry. I hung my towel over the rack and then spread a hand towel on the bathroom counter. I hopped up onto the counter and watched James dry himself off. I kept staring at his dick and felt proud that I had taken all of it on our first try. I lazily stroked myself and smiled. I was already craving our next fuck.
“What are you smiling at, pup?” James prodded as he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked toward me.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“I was thinking about how I took all of your dick and how you said that I was tight,” I admitted.
James put his hands on either side of my legs, leaned forward and kissed my forehead and then my lips. When he pulled away, he looked down at my dick and then slapped my hand that was stroking.
“Don’t get yourself too hard yet. There’s a chat to be had first.”
I put both of my hands on the towel beside me and flashed a cheesy grin. James playfully tapped the head of my dick with two of his fingers and then opened the bottom drawer below my dangling feet. He retrieved the first aid kit and set it on the towel next to me. I watched as he sifted through boxes of varying sized bandages, gauze pads, ointments, a small bottle of alcohol, until he pulled out a square package of antiseptic wipes.
“Your tight ass did take all of my cock. I was very happy. You felt incredible, Brandon,” James praised.
He wiped the cut that I had made on my leg last night during my mental and emotional weakness. The wound looked okay, and James didn’t comment on it being infected. He covered it up with a bandage and then told me to go get dressed in something comfortable. I did as I was told and got dressed in navy cotton pajama pants and a gray t-shirt, then I waited on the floor beside his chair. While I watched him pull on black cotton lounge pants and a white t-shirt, my heart pounded wildly. I was nervous for this conversation.
“Alright, Brandon. Where would you be most comfortable talking?”
“Um, wherever you’d like to talk,” I replied and pushed myself off the floor.
He looked at me for a few moments as if considering where he wanted to sit. If he wanted to go outside to the deck, I could handle that too.
“How about the living room?” he suggested.
I nodded and followed him to the living room. We sat on the couch with each of us sitting at opposite ends. Our bodies were turned so that we faced one another, and the middle cushion was between us. I glanced out of the large picturesque window that overlooked the deck and the ocean below. I took a deep breath and then looked at him.Okay, this was really happening.
“Remember when I was in the hospital and that dude came in? The one who told me my mom had died?”
“The one that I threw out for upsetting you?”
“Yes, him. He was the attorney for the firm who handled her will and estate planning. Anyhow, before you came in, he said he needed to go over my inheritance with me.”
“Okay, I’m following you so far, but why didn’t you tell me that he needed to go over paperwork with you? I would have arranged for us to go to his office or him to come over here once you got out of the hospital. I wouldn’t have kept you from what your mother left for you.”
Eli would have.
Tears burned my eyes and filled my lower eyelids.
“I didn’t say anything because I wanted to stay with you.”
“So?”
He didn’t understand why I was afraid to tell him.
“I was afraid to tell you because I feared that if you knew that I had a large sum of money waiting for me, that you’d send me on my way. You wouldn’t think that I needed anything. And I wanted to be with you. You had been kind to me in the hospital and talked about helping others. I felt that I could trust you.”
