Tempting Him by Isabel Lucero

26

We wakeup in bed together Saturday morning, but after a quick smile, he slides out from under the covers and disappears into the bathroom. Once I hear the shower turn on, I stretch before deciding to get up. Knowing I could very well head to the bathroom in the other room, I choose to use the one Alek’s in.

“It’s me. I’m gonna use one of these hard ass toothbrushes they supply.”

He laughs. “Okay.”

My eyes keep flickering to the foggy glass shower, catching blurry glimpses of his body as he moves. My already semi-hard cock comes to life even more when I remember our previous time in the shower. Before everything sort of went to hell.

After I’m done brushing my teeth and washing my face, I lean against the wall that faces the shower. “Are you as hard as I am right now?”

Once again, he grants me a soft chuckle. “Can’t say. I don’t know how hard you are.”

“Would you like to know?”

The water shuts off and he struts out like he just walked out of one of my wet dreams. His body is toned and fit, rivulets of water cascading down his skin like tiny waterfalls, droplets clinging to his sculpted face. His cock isn’t exactly hard, but not fully flaccid either, but it makes my mouth water nonetheless.

He grabs a towel and starts rubbing it through his hair as he steps up to me, his hand molesting my cock through my underwear. “Feels pretty hard.”

“Mm. Gonna help me with that, or should I rub one out while I shower?”

His hand dips inside my boxer-briefs, grabbing my erection and giving it a squeeze. “When you’re with me, this is mine. When you come, it’ll be because I make you.”

Fingers graze my balls as he continues touching me. “Fuck. Make me come, then.”

“Shower first. Meet me on the balcony.”

“In the daytime? Mr. Drakos,” I say in a teasing voice.

He withdraws his hand and smacks the side of my ass before taking his towel and wrapping it around his waist. “Hurry up.”

I take the quickest shower I’ve probably ever taken, while still making sure to thoroughly wash all my intimate parts. I don’t bother getting dressed when I’m done, only taking enough time to dry and moisturize with some of Alek’s body lotion.

Taking a couple minutes to stroke my cock to life, I decide to walk out completely naked. When I don’t spot him on the balcony, I make my way to the living room to find him with a phone balanced between his ear and shoulder, and halfway dressed.

“Yeah, I have it in my office. I’ll head over right now.”

He spins around to grab a tie off his desk and his eyes collide with my naked body. “Oh God.” He clears his throat. “Oh, no. It’s nothing.”

I grin, feeling a little triumphant over his reaction. I keep moving, grabbing the tie for him and settling it around his neck, tying it for him. He watches me closely with curious eyes, doing a decent job focusing on his conversation while my cock prods against him.

Alek ends the call before I’m done with the tie, but stands still, letting me finish.

“Thank you,” he says in a husky voice. “I have to run to the office. Want to come?”

“Should I come like this?” I ask, glancing down at my naked body.

His teeth drag across his bottom lip as he studies me. “I’d kill anybody who looked at you too long, so I’m thinking no.”

I smile so wide I nearly start laughing before I turn on my heel and head to his room. “Let me get dressed, but you owe me. I was really looking forward to being back on the balcony with you.”

* * *

What I thought was supposedto be a quick trip to take care of whatever Alek needed to do turns into forty-five minutes of him on the phone with multiple people, faxing paperwork, sending emails, and even jumping on a zoom call. It’s nothing I know about or can help with, so I busy myself with cleaning up an already clean break room before heading back to his office and dropping to the chair on the opposite side of his desk.

He ends the call and blows out a breath as he relaxes into this seat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for it to take this long.”

I shrug. “I don’t have anything going on. It’s fine.”

Alek runs both hands through his hair before bringing his fingers to his temples and rubbing circles. “Fucking headache.”

I get up from the chair and walk around, coming to a stop behind him. “Let me help.”

“It’s the start of a migraine. I get them fairly often, but I didn’t bring my pills with me.”

“My mom suffers from them, too,” I reply, pressing my fingers to the base of his neck, seeking the pressure points there and pushing upward.

He moans as I massage around his hairline, then I use my thumbs and focus on the pressure points between his neck and shoulders.

“Feels good,” he murmurs.

“I’m pretty skilled with my hands.”

He makes a noise but doesn’t say anything. I continue for several minutes before I tell him to drop his head back slightly.

His eyes open up and connect with my gaze as I use my thumbs to press between his eyebrows, massaging gently. We stay locked in on each other for a couple minutes before he closes his eyes again. After another sixty seconds or so, I stop, strolling around to stand in front of him.

“I hope it’s a little better.”

“It is. Thank you.”

The air between us feels heavy—thick with an undercurrent of feelings neither of us is ready to talk about. Something shifted after he opened up. We both say we know nothing will come of this, and he says he can’t change, but there’s an understanding now. I get why he’s the way he is, and though I wish it could be different, I’m not annoyed by it anymore. I want to make him happy. I want to show him that men can be together and how it doesn’t mean you’re lesser than.

“Can I admit something?” I ask, wanting to get back to what we’re comfortable with.

“What’s that?”

“I’ve thought more than once about doing something in here.”

His brow arches perfectly. “Like what?”

I laugh. “A little of everything, if I’m being honest. But, let’s start with this,” I say, getting to my knees. “Maybe it’ll help with your headache.”

He spreads his legs, a smirk on his lips. “In the name of science, I think we should try.”

I grin and undo his pants, reaching into his boxer-briefs to extract his cock without having to remove his clothes.

My own erection throbs in my pants as his hardens in my mouth. I take him deep, then stroke him expertly while my tongue swirls around his crown. I cup his balls in one hand, massaging them gently before lowering my mouth and sucking them in my mouth one at a time.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hand landing on my head. “Your mouth. I’ll never tire of this mouth.”

I moan, letting my tongue drag up his shaft before I envelope him between my lips, his cock sliding over my wet tongue and touching the back of my throat.

“I’m gonna come,” he grunts.

My eyes find his as I bring him to the peak of his desire, and then his head falls back as he comes undone, exploding in my mouth with a guttural roar.

It takes him a minute to catch his breath, and as I’m swiping a thumb over my lips, he gazes down at me, and the vulnerability in his eyes is apparent. “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to leave.”