Duncan’s eyes darken. "Are you going to ask me for something?"
I bite my smile back and nod. "Everytime we’ve texted or talked lately, I have felt a little, um, empty."
His eyes dart down past my waist. "Are you suggesting what I hope you are?"
I bite my lip and nod.
"Fuck yes Charming, I’ll fill your sweet ass all day." My entire body heats.
"I, umm, got myself ready."
Duncan’s head falls back and he murmurs something to the ceiling. "Go upstairs, now. I’m going to clean up so you feel better and I’ll be up in a minute."
His offer to clean up the kitchen shouldn’t be the part of this conversation that turns me on the most but it is.
I float up the stairs to the bedroom where I unpacked my suitcase when I first got here. It almost doesn’t feel real to be connecting my phone to the speakers in the room and starting a playlist I spent the flight curating. The music ramps up my anticipation while settling me as I open the bedside drawer where the set of plugs lay in wait. I grab the largest one and the lube and head to the bathroom. The items I used to wash myself up before Duncan got here are drying on a towel on the counter.
Just seeing them ticks my arousal even higher.
I try to undress slowly but end up nearly ripping my clothes off as I strip leaving each article in a pile at my feet. How quickly I undress won’t get him up the stairs any faster but try explaining that to my body as it rushes through the motions.
My body clenches and relaxes with each breath as I pump some lube into my palm. I thoroughly wet the toy and lean against the counter before reaching around and inserting it for myself.
The tight stretch drives my need higher. My body accepts it, a shiver racking me as it rubs against my prostate, and my cock surges to life.
When I step out of the bathroom I place the lube on the bedside table and start to climb on the bed when I hear the beep of the security system alerting me a door has been opened.
"Duncan?" I call from the room but I don’t hear anything.
Then from downstairs I hear him say, "Harper?"
Then a screeched, "Ohmygod, Duncan! Why are you naked?"
"Because I’m about to, you know."
I throw on my jeans in a rush, tucking my cock against the fly and the rough fabric grates against it. I slide my shirt back over my head and hurry down the stairs. The plug in my ass presses with each step splitting my focus.
"I’ll be sure to tell the person who moved in how good you are at your job." Duncan is saying and from the landing I see him guiding a brown haired woman in a tank and miniskirt back to the front door. One of his hands is covering his cock and balls, the other pushing against the top of her back between her shoulders.
"But, the client isn’t supposed to be here for another three days."
"He got here early."
"He? So you know who it is? I only ever worked with their team."
"Yes, I know who it is!" He spins her around at the front door. "You think I’d just be walking around naked in some random house?"
"I’ve seen shit on house tours." She says but anything else she was going to say is lost when she notices me on the stairs. "You’re Rhys Reid."
I watch Duncan’s eyes flutter closed and he exhales in defeat.
"I am." I continue down the stairs. "Can I help you?"
The woman rolls her shoulders back and stands taller. "I’m Harper Daniels, I was the agent to secure you this rental. I was just stopping by to make sure everything was ready for your arrival which I was told would be later this week."
Duncan steps back and moves behind me. "Thank you Harper, that was very thoughtful of you. I appreciate it. But, umm, maybe you can come back another time?"
Her brown eyes twinkle and she presses her lips together as she looks between me and Duncan. "Yes, I can do that."
