“I mean every word,” I insist, big foot dripping all over my soapy sponge.“Parker made me promise.”
“When?This morning?”
I nod, lathering his toes deliciously in the flickering candlelight.“I wondered what you two were talking about.”He sighs, watching me with half-lidded eyes.
“You,” I insist.“All you.The whole way there.Parker’s very protective of you.I hope you know that.”
“I know that,” he says a tad defensively.“We take care of each other in these parts.”
“I can see that.”I sigh, tenderly lathering his big, stiff toe.“It must be nice, having that kind of friendship.”
“I mean, it’s not like we hang out, but yeah, he’s the real deal, Parker is.”
“You are too, Grady,” I insist.“I can tell.Through and through.You’re real, to the core.”
He juts out his chin as if I might be teasing him.“I like to think so.”
“Iknowso.”
He frowns, my hands joining the sponge in caressing his soft, smooth arch and rough, flat sole.Fuck, he’s right: feet are fucking sexy, they are!“You barely know me.”
“I know how I feel,” I insist, releasing his soapy, squeaky clean foot into the water as we right ourselves, legs mingling beneath the soapy ripples along the gently lapping surface.“And I’ve never felt like this before, Grady.”
He just nods, so I finally have to ask: “Have you?”
“What do you think?”he grunts, rippling the water with his big fingers.“You think I light candles and pour wine and wash just any guy’s feet?”
Our eyes meet, his unblinking and fiercely ...truthful.“No,” I have to admit.“I don’t think you do, Grady.Not at all.”
“Yeah, well...”I feel his feet slither along either side of my backside, still tender but eager for whatever he might have in store next.“I don’t, so ...next question?”
“That’s just it,” I insist as he wriggles his toes until the top of his foot is wedged beneath each flank.“I don’t have any questions about you, Grady.I trust you, and that’s ...a scary feeling.”
He nods understandingly, his pretty face a blissful mask as he gently drags me closer until my knees gently part the water’s surface.He winks at them, then at me.“I think we’ve felt enough for one day, don’t you?”
I nod and, wriggling, he joins me, knees surfacing just like mine and in the process dragging our crotches closer to one another.I feel the silky wetness of his stiff cock, peering down into the rippling water to find them dancing beside one another.
As I watch, his big hand slices beneath the surface and grabs us both in his silken palm.I stiffen in more ways than one, frozen in place with the sudden inspiration as, gently, he strokes the tender skin of our shafts up and down.
“Fuck yes,” I murmur as his tender grip envelopes us both.“Why didn’t I think of that?”
He never stops stroking, the water rippling, the bubbles dispersing, and giving me a bird’s eye view of the sizzling action underneath.“You were too busy sparring with that shady land developer,” he reminds me.
“Who, Sullivan?”
He winks, the hot water and underwater acrobatics forcing him to blink sweat out of his eyes.“Yeah, you were pretty impressive back there at the Galleria.”
“So was he,” I grumble, subtly thrusting against the underside of his shaft and against his thick, rough palm.Jesus, but that feels divine!“I’m not sure I came out on top of that one.”
“Still, you did better than I could.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure, I’m no good at negotiating.”
“I’m not either,” I insist, breath growing shorter now as I spread my thighs as far as the squeaky, oval tub will allow.“But if it’s one thing I’ve learned in Hollywood, it’s this: act like a doormat and the world will walk right over you.”
“No one’s walking over you, City Boy,” he insists as his turgid rhythm begins to drag my aching balls along the smooth porcelain surface of the tub.
