“I’m sorry. If I’d known, I would’ve kept my voice down more.”
“No,” I blurted out. “Not… you.” I sat up and forced my eyelids open to look at him. The light hurt a little at first, but my eyes quickly adjusted.
His hair was damp. His eyes narrowed. “Not me?”
“Yourvoice is… soothing.” I forced my gaze to the floor. “I don’t know why, but it’s like a remedy. When you speak or hum, everything else fades away. Even more than with music.”
He fell silent, blinking.Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. It probably sounded creepier than I meant it to.
“If that’s the case,” he finally said after a few seconds, “then I have an idea.” He jumped up, stomped over to the locker, and rummaged through his clothes. The fabric rustled. The muscles in his back shifted as he waggled his head left and right.The song of my boyfriend searching for something.
“Yes!” he cheered a moment later. “Thank God I’m such a slob.” He spun around, smiling, and stomped back toward me, holding out a pair of yellow earplugs wrapped in foil. A small logo with a microphone glistened on the wrapper. “I got them at that karaoke bar in Ashbourne.”
“The one you went to with Nora and Raul?”
“The very same one.” He ripped open the plastic and squeezed the earplugs. “Can I?”
“Okay,” I said, knowing they wouldn’t do much. Still, his attempt to help warmed my heart enough to let him try.
Standing in front of me, he brushed my hair aside and put the left earplug in first. He held it until the foam expanded, and then put the right one in.
“Can you still hear me?”
His voice was muffled, like the spa’s high-pitched sounds, but I could still hear everything.
“Loud and clear.”
“Okay, how about this?”
He closed his mouth and stared at me. Nothing happened for five seconds, but then a familiar melody reached my ears. He was humming the song we had worked on earlier—quieter than when he was speaking, but still loud enough for me to hear. I focused on it, and, as if by magic, the background noise disappeared. No more pain. No headache. Only his voice remained in my mind.
He held the last note of the chorus. When he stopped, the silence lingered in my head longer than usual.
“Does it work?” he asked.
“It does!” It was the same principle as with my headphones, excepthewould be my music. No one would even notice anything different because he hummed all the time anyway.
“Really?” A smile spread across his face. “Because that means we could try it out in there.” He pointed toward the spa.
“How did you think of this? I couldn’t have come up with a better solution myself.”
He tipped his right index finger at his temple. “Maybe I’m just smart.”
I got up, stepped in front of him, and leaned in for a kiss. He had stood by my side and taken care of me, so he deserved one.
My tongue searched for his the moment our lips touched. Within seconds, our kisses grew hungrier, and the fact that we were already almost naked didn’t make it any easier. Blood rushed to my dick.This guy made me so incredibly horny it was almost unreal.
I pressed my hips against his, and when my hard cock brushed against his bulge, I realized that he was hard, too.
“We’re so horny,” I whispered.
“I can’t help it when you look this sexy.” His mouth wandered to my nipples.
My hand grabbed his cock through the fabric, but that wasn’t enough. I slipped my fingers behind his waistband and wrapped my palm around his shaft. His chest was soft and cool, while his dick was hard, warm, and pulsing.
He dropped to his knees, ready to go down on me, but today wasn’t his turn. I shoved my hands under his armpits and pulled him back up, stole another kiss, and then knelt down myself. My hands ran up and down his legs and under his trunks from below, feeling up the mesh fabric and his erection beneath it. He inhaled sharply when I licked his thigh, stifling a moan that would have escaped if my friends hadn’t been so close.
I pulled his pants down. His dick flopped free and stood straight above me. He lifted his legs to step out of the trunks, and as soon as both feet were planted on the ground, I let my tongue wander down over his balls, down his thighs, then back up his groin to his belly button. I grabbed his hips and pushed into them slightly.
