Dax
The time alone in Michael’s house was a bad thing. It gave me time to think about what I was doing. About how far out of his comfort zone I was pushing him. It’d been stupid of me to blow him in the storeroom at his work, but I’d needed him to chill out. And it worked.
As promised, I was naked in his bed, wondering where he’d found sheets so soft, when I heard the front door open. I reached for the remote and turned offHouse Hunters.It was a stupid show, but somehow I’d been sucked in. My heart beat faster as his footfalls grew louder. I watched the doorknob with rapt attention, jumping slightly when it began to turn. Damn, I was the experienced one here, but you’d think I was the virgin. Not that he was a virgin, but he kinda was.
“You look good like that,” he said as he crossed the room. By the time he reached the side of the bed, his pupils were blown and his dick was pressing against his zipper hard enough it had to hurt. He slid his fingers under the edge of the sheet and lifted up. “Fuck.”
The thready sound of his voice as he stared at my cock made me feel wanted. Yes, he’d told me he wanted to be with me, but until that moment in his bedroom, part of me had doubted that we’d work out. I was the somewhat damaged man focused on rebuilding my life without the help of anyone else, and he was the very straight, very damaged widower with a young child to think about. But not anymore. Now, it dawned on me that we were on the same page.
I sat up and propped myself on the pillows. I threaded my finger in his belt loop and pulled him closer to me. “Are you going to stand there all night staring at me, or are you going to get undressed and join me?”
“I…uh…do you mind if I shower real quick?” I chuckled at how hard it was for him to think. And I hadn’t even touched him yet. Not since he got home, at least. And it was adorable that he was asking if it was okay for him to clean up. The greedy part of me wanted to tell him no, that I wanted to smell his sweat, but then I remembered what I felt like after bartending in college and decided that yes, a shower was a very good idea. Stale beer and fryer oil residue was anything but sexy.
“Yeah, you go ahead. I’ll be right here when you get back.” To drive my point home, I flipped down his side of the bed. “Just hurry, the bed’s cold.”
Michael started unbuttoning his jeans at the corner of the room in front of the hamper, but stopped. He quickly grabbed his towel off the hook and started rummaging through his drawers for a change of clean clothes.
“I said hurry,” I reminded him impatiently. “And don’t worry about anything in there. You won’t need it tonight.”
“Oh. Yeah.” This was one time I didn’t feel at all sorry about making Michael feel unsure of himself. I wasn’t looking for him to be meek once he got in the bed, but it did give me a heady rush to know I’d be the one teaching him how good we could be together. I was envious of him, really, because he wasn’t going to have the memories of any other man in bed with him when we were together. No, I didn’t make a habit of thinking about other men, but there were times thoughts crept in unbidden. Things I enjoyed until a memory hit me. I’d push through all of that tonight, for Michael.
I couldn’t help but stare as he wiggled out of his jeans. He was so damn innocent, he had no clue the show he was putting one had me hard enough to hammer nails. Fuck, this man did crazy shit to me. As he pulled off his shirt, I realized this was the first time I’d seen him naked. He’d always been careful to stay fully dressed any time I’d come over, even when we were just hanging out.
“Is that…” My words trailed off as I climbed out of the bed. I pressed my body against his back and he turned slightly in my grasp. “Holy shit! I’d never have pegged you for the type to have a tattoo.”
Michael crossed his right arm over his body and tried to hide the tribal ink on his left arm. “Yeah, it was something foolish I did my freshman year of college.”
“Not foolish,” I corrected him. I released my grip on his body and moved to the side so I could have an unobstructed view of the tat. “It’s fucking hot.”
Michael shrugged. To drive my point home, I traced the outline with my tongue at the same time I reached down and started stroking him. “Dax, I really need a shower. I’m all gross and sweaty.”
“I happen to like you that way,” I told him. But he was right, a shower would be a good thing. If for no other reason, I needed to calm down before I embarrassed myself.
I got settled back into the bed and sat there staring at my hands clasped on my lap while I listened to the sounds from the bathroom. Before the water turned on, there’d been the buzz of an electric razor. Or maybe a beard trimmer. Seeing as he’d never had a beard and I knew he had a hand razor sitting in the glass next to the sink, my mind drifted to what exactly he might be grooming.
I cupped my dick over the fabric, loving the gentle glide of the soft fabric against my erection. It was cotton, but against my shaft, it felt like fucking silk. I groaned and my eyes slid shut. The water turned on in the bathroom and a picture formed in my mind of Michael, naked, the hot water sluicing over his back as steam filled the bathroom. His head tilted back into the spray. Me leaning in to lick the water from his throat, latching my teeth onto the corded tendon along the side. Grabbing his hips and pulling him to me, the water between our bodies allowing our cocks to slide together as we rutted in the shower.
Within minutes, I could feel the orgasm coming on too fast for me to stop it. This couldn’t be happening. When was the last time I’d come this quickly without being buried down a man’s throat? Fuck. I was losing my shit.
I sucked in deep breaths through my nose as I gripped the base of my dick tightly, offering up a prayer to whatever deviant deities could stop this from happening. Thinking about Mrs. Batterman sitting in her rocker across the street, waving as the cars passed by. Imagining her walking in to see me like this. It wasn’t a pretty picture and I’d likely be scarred for life, but it did the trick.
My breathing was still ragged when I heard the water turn off. I rearranged the sheets to hide the wet spot from my dick leaking onto the sheets.
Michael entered the room, his fist clenched around the edges of the towel. His eyes were wide, his expression blank as he stared at me. He blinked rapidly and tripped over his own feet as he tried to get out of the way of the door he was attempting to close.
“It’s okay,” I promised him. “I won’t bite. Unless you ask me nicely, then I’ll bite every gorgeous inch of your body.”
That eased a bit of the tension and he slowly started walking toward me with short, jerky steps, stopping every few feet and muttering something to himself. I began to wonder if he’d lost his earlier bravado. Well, it was pretty obvious that he had, but I needed to figure out if that was nerves or something more. His chest rose and fell quickly and I was pretty sure he hadn’t blinked in over a minute.
“Come here,” I urged him, pulling back the sheets on his side of the bed further. “If you’re not ready for this, that’s fine.”
It wasn’t, but I’d be okay with it because I’d made him a promise that I wouldn’t force him to do anything he wasn’t ready for. I already felt guilty for what’d happened earlier, but I didn’t feel bad about doing it, exactly. He needed to know how good I wanted to make him feel, and I’d gotten the impression that was going to require pushing him outside his comfort zone just a bit.
“I am,” he insisted. “I want this, Dax. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. Every damn night after you go home, I lie in here in the dark and think about how it’d be if you were next to me. And it was even worse when you were avoiding me.”
I turned on my side and propped my head on my elbow. My hope there was that he’d see me relaxing and want to join me. I also wanted to hear more about these thoughts he’d been having. In graphic detail.
“You think about me?” I asked, my voice huskier than normal. I swallowed repeatedly, trying to get my body to produce some moisture for my damn mouth. “Come here and tell me about it. Whatever you’ve been thinking about, I think it’s time we start doing some of it.”
