I thought he’d be an easy fuck, but I was very wrong, which only adds to his appeal. He’s not gonna let me swoop in, fuck him until I’ve had my fill, and leave. Nope. He’s the kind of man you treasure if you’re lucky enough to get to touch him. After following him around for several months, I’m pretty sure he’s not seeing anyone, not even casually, which is a damn good thing. I don’t need to know how I’d react to seeing another man touch him.
In my bedroom, I remove my boots and my coat, then slowly peel out of my clothes on the way to the bathroom. A hot shower will relax me.
I turn the water on, and while it heats, I gaze at my reflection. I look a little tired but otherwise not bad. My thirties are sneaking up on me fast, but I’m holding up alright. My fingers dance over the scar on my chest, just over my heart, and a shiver moves down my spine as memories from that night years ago come rushing back. Luckily for me, my attacker had seriously bad aim. Unluckily for him, I didn’t die.
Dragging my gaze away from my reflection, I step into the shower under the hot spray, letting it beat down on my tense muscles. I flatten my palms against the tile wall and feel the water pour over me, rinsing off the day and those dark memories that still threaten to cloud my nights.
Instead, I conjure Cashmere’s face, his sparkling eyes and sharp words, his incredible body even dressed in leggings and a sweater. I know what he looks like nearly naked, and more than once I’ve jacked off to the memory of his tight, bouncy ass. Forsomeone so slender, his muscles are toned, highlighted in all his elegant moves on stage. I want to know more about him. I want to know everything.
Turning around, I back up and lean against the wall, reaching down to stroke my still-hard cock. Thoughts of Cashmere pour over me, mimicking the shower water and making my whole body light up with desire.
He smells good, like rich spices and wood. I want to feel his hair draping across my body, and fuck, how I want to taste his skin. Every stunning inch.
My cock swells, and I grab the bodywash to slick my hand a bit. I fist my length furiously, my body tensing as I cruise towards a much-needed climax. With my eyes closed, I can see him vividly, dancing around the stage just for me. His lips part and he whispers, “Come for me, Specter.”
“Oh fuck, Cashmere,” I pant as my cock jerks in my hand and the first rope of cum shoots out. My body trembles as I ride it out against the slick tiles, imagining Cashmere standing in front of me, praising me for doing as he asked.
Fuck me. Why does this man get under my skin like this?
Entering Segreto tonight, I’m on high alert. I barely slept last night thinking about what might’ve spooked Cashmere and how he might be in danger. Gus isn’t at the door tonight. It’s some new guy, an imposing black man with a shaved head and absolutely no sense of humor. After checking what I have with me, he nodded me in without incident though, so good enough for me.
I approach my table and find there are three men already sitting at it. There’s a table to the left that isn’t bad, but doesn’t have the same vantage point, so I guess they gotta move.
“This is my table.”
One of the guys, who was laughing, looks up, his smilequickly fading. I can tell they’re young, maybe still in college, and wisely don’t plan to argue with me.
“Sure, man. No problem.”
The three men quickly gather their drinks and move to a new table. I settle and glance around for Darcy, but he doesn’t seem to be here either. Instead, Silk approaches.
“We should just start reserving this table for you.” Silk’s tone is light and playful.
“I don’t always know when I’ll be in. Cashmere is here, right?”
Silk nods. “He’s here. What can I get you?”
“Gin on the rocks.”
“Anything else?” he purrs, clearly trying to sound seductive.
Silk is cute, with a long pink wig on tonight and a pretty smile. He’s petite and feminine, which is something I can get on board with, but once I saw Cashmere, that was it. No one else existed.
“That’s it. Thanks.”
Silk saunters off and I lean back in my chair, glancing around the club for any sign of trouble. Seconds later, Cashmere appears from the back, his gaze zeroing in on me. My stomach flips at the sight of him. He looks fucking incredible tonight with his hair piled on top of his head, his face perfectly made up, and his body hidden under his robe. I love the way his jaw moves as he chews his gum. Fuck.
“I guess I’m not surprised to see you here. Your tenacity knows no bounds.”
“That’s right, beautiful. If this is the only place I can see you, what do you expect?”
He pulls out the chair across from me and sits. “I don’t like what you did last night.”
“I know.” I lean a little closer. “Want to know what else I did?”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Okay.”
“My dick was so hard when I got home, I couldn’t wait to jerk off. The entire time, all I could see was your face.”
