“Does that bother you?” I asked curiously. “I’ve been told that once I’m comfortable and interested enough to return to the same partner for sex, I can be...intense.”
“Intense is a good word,” he chuckled, glancing at the computer panel next to the door. I thought about telling him I had locked it when I realized he was there. Still, I let him confirm it for himself and waited to see what was coming next. So far, I had initiated everything, and now we had passed the first twohurdles, I wanted to see what he would do with the altered relationship between us.
I watched him approach, and I had to fight not to smile at the mental image of him being a deer as he tugged the corner of the towel, letting it drop. “Does this look like I’m bothered?”
A little hot and bothered to be sure from the way his cock sprang into view, almost completely hard, but not bothered in the way I had meant. I sat there, my eyes drifting over him openly, savoring the moment. Considering the first time had been hurried, and without appreciation, and the second time was hasty for fear of getting caught, I was intent on enjoying myself as much as possible with him on display.
And what a display it was. He wasn’t as tall or broad as me, but he was sturdy. It seemed like every part of him had been honed and trained for strength without losing his sleekness; he didn’t come off as bulky. The hairs on his body were only visible because they were still damp; I might not have been able to see them otherwise. The dips at the top of his hips made me want to run my finger over them and then my tongue, but I stayed there, admiring him as his cock grew to full mast and bounced.
“That does not, in fact, look like bothered,” I admitted calmly as he approached.
“Good,” he said as he stepped forward, standing over one of my legs, hovering. “I wouldn’t want to give the wrong impression.”
“So far you’re giving all the green lights,” I said, leaning back so I could peer up into his face. “I was wondering what you had in mind. I’m getting a hint, but one can’t be too sure.”
“Smart ass,” he said with a smirk, lowering himself into my lap. Arms around the back of my neck, he pulled himself closer and pressed his lips against mine.
As much as I was enjoying playing the passive member of this duo to see what he would do, I didn’t want to risk pushing himinto uncertainty and doubt. I wrapped my arm around his waist and held him there as I returned the kiss with as much eagerness and strength as he was putting into it. There was a minty tinge to his breath that told me he’d used one of the spare toothbrushes in my bathroom because, apparently, he really had made himself at home.
“Have fun in the Observation Room?” he asked, leaning back to watch my face.
“How did you...Reggie told you I was coming back, didn’t he?” I asked with a sigh. “Meddlesome little man.”
He laughed softly. “He did, but I didn’t see the message until I got out of the shower. So don’t worry, you still surprised me by lurking out here.”
“I didn’t lurk,” I huffed. “And yes, I did enjoy it until my peace and quiet was ruined.”
“You said the same thing about me the first couple of weeks.”
“Because you do ruin the peace and quiet.”
“Fine, would you feel better if I was up there with you to watch the sunset, but kept quiet by sucking you off instead?”
The mental image of sprawling on the couch, watching the sun set, the sky aflame as I sipped my coffee, occasionally glancing down to see Luka between my legs, showing me those oral skills again, blossomed in my head. If I hadn’t already been hard from that same man being completely naked, that mental image would have done wonders to fix the problem in no time.
“Don’t tease me with things I can’t imagine as a reality,” I chuckled as I leaned forward to nip his bottom lip. “Because it does sound like a lovely thing to see.”
“I can’t tell if that’s an exhibition kink or just a love of being lazy,” he snorted.
“Lazy is not something I have ever been accused of,” I said. “If anything, my sister has accused me of not knowing how to have fun.”
“Sister, huh?” he asked, and when he saw my surprised expression, he chuckled. “And you seem to know how to have fun if it involves nudity.”
“It certainly helps,” I said with a smirk.
“Personal question for you.”
“Is this related to my comment about a sister?”
“Mmm, no. It involves asking how your back is feeling today.”
I stiffened at the mention. “Why?”
He almost looked exasperated before looking down between us. “Because it’s the difference between you fucking me or me riding you.”
A flush of arousal shot through me as I stared at him, smiling slowly. “My, my, someone has found their confidence.”
“I was having an existential crisis, or an ethical one anyway,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Which isn’t exactly conducive to feeling sexy or confident. But since I worked through that and we know how to be discreet, I’m not going to fret. So congratulations, this is what I’m like when I’m comfortable being sexual around someone.”
