He nods. “I have extras of everything. I’ll show you one of the guest showers.”
I grab the towel he left on the coffee table and follow him part of the way down the hallway. Once we get to the bathroom attached to one of the bedrooms, I pull off my shirt andstart unzipping my pants. While he’s turning the shower on for me, which is totally unnecessary, I strip fully.
He turns around to see my naked body and his eyes go wide.
“It’s fine,” I tell him. “Like I said. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
I love seeing his eyes travel down to glance at my cock before he looks away. If he wasn’t being so polite and proper this morning, I’d be tempted to make a joke about forcing him to suck me off again.
…And thinking about that is starting to make my cock rapidly harden again now, so it’s probably a good thing that Logan steps out of the bathroom before I freak him out even further.
“Going to be heading out for my meeting in five,” he calls back toward me. “I’ll leave some spare clothes on the bed in here.”
“Thanks, babe. Have a good day at work. I’ll have dinner on the table at 5.”
I was attempting to make a joke, sounding like a devoted spouse saying goodbye to their husband, but I have no clue if it landed because I can’t see his reaction.
I hop into the shower and my morning wood has now come back with a vengeance. Before I step into the spray of the shower, I wrap my fist around my dick and start to stroke. I glance back toward the open bathroom door, wondering if Logan’s going to poke his head back in.
As I stroke myself, my mind keeps fixating on the idea of that.
I wouldn’t mind if he caught me. I’ve always felt proud of my cock, but it’s on another level with Logan.
The image of last night flashes through my mind and I throb, squeezing my fist around my shaft even tighter.
He really wanted me.
Maybe it was just the idea of conquest, like he enjoyedbeing the first man to wrap his lips around me. Logan probably doesn’t actually likemeall that much, considering that we’d never, ever hang out if we hadn’t randomly met in a bar and then on the rooftop.
But in that moment, hefucking wanted me.
When I glance back toward the open door again, I’m wishing he would walk in. I want to see what his face would look like if I told him to get on his knees for me again.
That look in his eyes when he quits fighting his desires is fuckingincredible.
Like a fire gets lit inside him, and he finally gives me all of him.
The quickness of my orgasm catches me by surprise. I groan as I bring myself to the brink, exhaling as I press one hand against the cool shower wall, spilling white in front of me and watching it wash away, wishing it were on his skin.
The thought shatters through me as I catch my breath.
I step into the shower’s spray and rinse off.
And there’s no wave of shame that catches up after my orgasm.
I think of Logan, and I just feel curious. What the hell does he do? What is his meeting about right now? Would he want my cock again, too?
Everything feels a little clearer after I come, though. My mind focuses on what I’m going to do today. I woke up way earlier than usual, and I have hours and hours before my shift at the lounge starts.
Maybe I’ll paint.
I just got a paycheck, and I can afford a cheap canvas. It’s been too long since I did arealpainting. I need somewhere to put all of… this.
This random energy.
Like neon bursts of color, crackling through my mind.
When I get out of the shower, Logan is gone. I put on his borrowed clothes and walk around the hotel suite for a fewminutes. Someone like me isn’t supposed to be in a place like this. Somewhere soregal. The ceilings are tall, and the windows are, too. Logan left a window open in the living room and the curtains are gently carried on the breeze, making the place look like a picture of summer paradise.
