9. Cory

CHAPTER 9

Cory

Part of me wanted to hide Reese’s clothes and force him to stay here until it was time for me to leave for the airport. But the adult in me won out, and I left his clothes in their scattered heaps on the floor. The shower came on and I gave Reese a minute alone in there to gather himself. He’d been out of sorts and nearly ready to bolt. The fact that I’d somehow convinced him to stay felt like a miracle.

On my way to join him, I gathered the condoms off the floor and tossed them in the waste basket. A steady plume of steam billowed out of the bathroom and the wall of heat slammed into me when I entered the small space. I invited myself into the shower with him and used the hotel soap to scrub the cum off my cock and out of my pubes. Reese regarded me with suspicion at first, then went back to scrubbing himself clean with the face cloth.

He hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he was tired. He tried—and failed—to stifle a yawn, ending it with a shake of his head.

“You’re not driving home, are you?”

Reese nodded his head. “You’re eager to get me out of your hair already? I’m wounded.”

“It’s the opposite actually. If you need to crash for a while first, be my guest.”

He likely wouldn’t take me up on that, but I had to put the offer out into the universe. I tipped my head under the spray and let the water rain down on me.

He wasn’t the only one who was tired. Sometimes I hated being on the road so much. I longed for a bed that felt familiar and a place I knew by heart when I woke up. I’d had a nice break over the holidays and now I was back in full swing, feeling more weary than when my time off started.

I promised Reese another orgasm, though, but I had a feeling that anything like the intensity I’d approached him with before was a no-go. He was exhausted and off-kilter. But even the most tired of men wouldn’t turn down a mutual wank.

“If you don’t want to get off, you can just watch if you want,” I said. “It’s up to you.”

I grabbed my cock and gave it a tug. Being near Reese had brought my dick back to life, and as much as I wanted to bury it in whatever part of his body he made available to me, I was happy to keep it to myself. To hold his gaze and eye-fuck him while I stroked my dick.

Reese twitched an eyebrow, but reached for his own dick anyway.

“Are you sure you have one more left in you?” I leaned against the shower wall and continued holding his gaze while I stroked. I kept my grip loose and my pace slow to compensate for my oversensitive dick. He mirrored my pose, but kept his distance from me. Right now we weren’t anything other than a couple of naked, wet, still mildly horny adults, in close proximity to one another.

I watched Reese and studied the way he touched himself. With an overhand grip a little tighter than how I’d have touched him, he jerked himself like he had something to prove. I didn’t say as much to him, though. My time with him was nearing its end. I could feel it in the way he watched my hand. My mouth. Everywhere but my eyes.

But I watched his. I watched the way they ate at me, still hungry, still unsure of why. Then his eyelids closed and he rested his head against the wall, giving me unmitigated access to study every twitch of his muscle, every flash of movement in his limbs.

“I’m going to feel you all the way to Dallas,” I told him, swiping my thumb over the head of my cock.

The corner of Reese’s mouth turned up and he cracked his eyes open. “Good.”

When he got close, the veins in his neck bulged. It made him look like a work of erotic art, all wet with his hair plastered to his head, muscles pulled taut, showing off his power. Power, for whatever reason, he’d let me tame.

At least momentarily.

For the first time in a while, I lamented the fact that I’d only get a moment with someone. I’d enjoyed every second with Reese and I had a feeling that we’d get along as well outside of the bedroom as we did in it. Maybe better than.

Quickly and unexpectedly, Reese came with a shout and though his whole body jerked and thrashed, nothing came out of his dick. When he was done, I closed my eyes and let myself pretend that he was assessing me with the same kind of focus and interest I’d watched him with.

Keeping my eyes closed made me feel like I was playing some version of chicken. Like the first one to get caught staring lost. I wasn’t sure I wanted to catch him. It would feed my ego, for sure, but I had a feeling it might push him closer to the door than he already was and I was greedy for more time.

Unable to help myself any longer, I opened my eyes and, just like I thought, I found Reese looking at me. The intensity of his gaze went straight to my balls. God, he was an unfairly sexy man who was more my type than I’d ever have guessed, or known. Something about him pressed all the right buttons and I was a little glad my flight had been cancelled, and a little sad that I had only a few more hours here before I’d be heading to Dallas.

But I could always come back. One of the perks about what I did for a living was that I got to travel. And if I happened to book more work in Los Angeles for a while, Reese would be none the wiser that it had been a deliberate change in my schedule.

Reese licked his lips, and his tongue skating along that luscious bottom lip was what finally sent me careening over the edge. I jerked faster, enjoying the sound of skin slapping against skin and the rasp of my harsh, unsteady breaths. I came until my knees felt like they’d liquefied and only then did I release my cock. It hung, rapidly softening, though I had a feeling that all I would need was a good quick nap and I’d be ready to go again. The suggestion nearly left my mouth, but a yawn took over instead and I heard Reese chuckle as he killed the water.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who needs to go to bed.” He laughed again as he stepped out of the shower.

“I was meant to be on a nice long flight home tonight. But instead I found this hot bartender.”

“I hope I didn’t wear you out too much.” Reese had a bit of cheek to him and I wondered if it was because he was about to leave, or if he was naturally a little loopy when he was tired.

“You wore me out just enough. I’m going to sleep like a brick.” Exiting the shower, I grabbed a towel from the towel rod and ran it over my body. “You’re welcome to stay and crash for a while before you head home.”

“I’ll think about it.”

And I knew that was the nicest way Reese could think of to tell me that he didn’t plan on staying.