Chapter 5
Walking into the bathhouse the next evening felt like a completely different experience. Instead of being my usual social self, stopping to chat with friends along the way, I swept through the building like a ghost.Is this how he feels all the time?I wondered.
It was a lonely, empty feeling, as if all eyes were on me when I didn't want to be seen. I kept my head down and watched my loafers on the floor, turned right at the short hallway that led to the private suite, and didn't even bother making a stop at the locker room. There were too many familiar faces there, and I couldn't risk the questions if anyone had caught on.
The bodyguard wasn't outside the room. That was a relief not to have to deal with him again. I tapped on the door, lightly with the edge of my knuckle. There was a quick shuffle of bare feet on the other side, then the door opened just a hair.
I looked around me, confirming nobody was passing by, then whispered, "I'm alone."
The door opened a little farther but he'd stepped behind it. I slid inside and closed it, then turned the lock. He looked at the doorknob, then at me, and seemed to hesitate. He probably wasn't used to being alone and vulnerable.
"You're a sharp dresser," he said, eyeing my crisp white button-up shirt and navy tweed blazer.
"Thank you," I said, taking stock of his exposed body, clothed only in black wisps of hair and the white towel around his waist. The fabric was thick and luxurious; a premium grade of cotton much better than the thread-bare towels we were given in the locker room. "I think you're overdressed."
He smiled and pulled at the side of his towel. It melted at his feet. His skin was bronzed, much darker than it had been the night before. He must have spent the day in the sun. No tan lines either. He was already hard, his long cock standing tall to welcome me.
"That's more like it." I shed my jacket and plucked open the first button at my collar.
"Let me," he said, placing his hands at my neck and popping open the second button of my shirt. His face was only inches from mine as he made his way down my body. Disrobing me felt like such an intimate gesture, like we were lovers and he was greeting me after a long day at the office.
Who was this man?He was behaving like a completely different person. Someone gentle and kind. His eyes were on me, open and bright. I could see all the details too. The deep amber highlights that seemed to burst from the middle of each iris and the dark coffee-colored edges that framed them. I wasn't used to him looking at me that way. In fact I wasn't used to him looking at me much at all. He made my knees feel like jelly.
His warm hands connected with my skin as he tugged down my slacks and underwear.
"Have a seat on the bed," he said.
I stepped out of my shoes and followed him over to sit down. He knelt in front of me, took my right foot in his hands, and unrolled my sock.
"You have nice feet," he said.
"Oh, uh, thank you."
He began to massage the back of my heel, then worked his way down and spread his fingers between my toes. Then he did the same with my left foot and kissed the top surface.
I pressed my toes into his lap. "Do you like feet?"
"Sometimes."
This was foreign territory for me. I wasn't used to having my feet massaged, nor was I prepared for him to suddenly be so submissive. I asked, "How do you want me tonight?"
His gaze smoldered when he replied, "On top."
"You mean..." I raised an eyebrow and watched him crawl onto the bed to lie down next to me.
To clear up any confusion, he spread his legs apart, revealing the dense forest of dark curls between his ass cheeks.
Not missing a beat, I rolled over on top of him, pressing our hard cocks together. A tingle swam through me. I loved that feeling of the sensitive, fleshy underside of my cock rubbing against the sensitive, fleshy underside of my partner. It was one of my favorite ways to engage in foreplay.
I formed a fist and began pumping our cocks together. His skin was hot against mine. Then I leaned into him as he was raising his head up.
We kissed.
Our lips joined simultaneously without thought. It just felt natural in the moment.
I explored his mouth with my tongue. I'd expected him to taste like tobacco, but instead he tasted like toothpaste. I didn't care much for the taste of tobacco so I appreciated that he'd brushed his teeth.
Then I moved down to his neck, licking the tight muscle down the side.
