Page 53 of Best Man
A crack of thunder shakes the air and a few seconds later there’s a flash of lightning. The room fills with the intense sweet scent of rain on dry earth.
I look around, filled with sudden despair.Where is he?What if this is it? What if last night’s wild events are the only time that I’ll ever be with Jesse?It’s only when I think it’s over that I realise how much it meant. I shake my head. I’ll go downstairs and wait in the foyer. Lunch will be served soon, and he won’t miss that.
I turn, and it’s only then that I notice the steam coming from the bathroom door that’s slightly ajar.
“Jesse?” I call but it’s drowned out by another crash and rumble of thunder. The lightning follows quickly after, so the storm must be overhead. I push the door open and promptly lose the power of speech. All I can do is stare.
The French doors onto the balcony are open, letting in the scent of the storm which mingles with the green tea aroma from the bath. The wind blows the gauzy curtains back and rain patters onto the balcony, encroaching into the room and dampening the tiles. The huge copper freestanding bath glows in the strange storm light but no more than the man inside it.
He’s on his front, his arms holding onto the edges as he stares out of the window. All I can see are his wide shoulders and the sleek muscled planes of his back leading down to the globes of his arse which are just above the waterline. All that sleek olive skin glows in the light, so for a second my fanciful mind passes me visions of the way the gods used to come down to Earth to tempt mankind.
He turns to look at me, and I dismiss the notion. No god ever used that cross expression to tempt someone.
“Here you are,” he says almost casually. “I wondered when you’d turn up.”
I lean back against the sink and cross my arms over my chest, trying to conceal the fact that they’re shaking slightly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
He shakes his head, the ends of his hair spraying water over high cheekbones that have become flushed. “And yet here I am.”
“Well, I never thought you’d be in the suite.”
“Why?” He laughs. “Oh, because you binned me in here this morning.”
“What a terrible expression. And I never binned you. I just said it was a mistake that couldn’t happen again.”
My words trail off, and he shakes his head again. “Like I said. Binned.”
I’m trying valiantly to pay attention to his words but all I can see are those tight arse cheeks, and my head is filled with the sounds of the sex last night and the way he felt when I pushed into him. It was sex unlike anything I’ve had before. A connection that I’ve never shared with another person.
I realise that he’s watching me with a sardonic expression, and I open my mouth, but he shakes his head.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Zebedee.”
“Do not call me that,” I say faintly, but he talks over me.
“You are going to take all your clothes off, and then you’re going to grab the lube and condom from where I placed them earlier, and then you’re going to fuck me in the bath. After that, we’re going to bed where I’ll probably fuck you. Next, we’ll order some proper food from room service, and then maybe we’ll fit another round in.” He looks me up and down challengingly. “If you’ve got another one in you when I’ve finished with you.”
I actually don’t know what to say. My cock unfortunately knows who its boss is, because it stiffens immediately. I find my voice. “But what happened to me hurting you and you storming off?”
He shifts position and turns around, leaning his elbows back on the bath so his body is a glorious golden arch. His prick is hard and visibly throbbing.
He raises one wicked eyebrow. “I decided I wasn’t ready to stop having sex with you.” I blink, and he gives an evil sort of smile, and I just know that this is Jesse unleashed. “I figured we’ve done it once, so why not be hung for a sheep as a lamb. Whatever that means.”
He frowns for a second as he thinks about the idiom, and I want to get down on my knees and thank someone because there’s my Jesse peeking out at me.
Then he shutters his expression. “Time’s a-wastin’, Zebedee. Strip and get over here and fuck me before I find someone else to do it.”
“I know you think you’ve won,” I say darkly, starting to take my clothes off despite my brain trying to shout a deterrent.
He shrugs, his eyes running over me like a brand. “You’re about to be naked. I think that’s done it.”
I feel ridiculously flattered as I look down at my body. Last night we’d tumbled around the bed under the sheets, but he’d seemed to spend the night surgically attached to me. This is different, and it feels like being under a spotlight. However, when I look at him, I can see the way his pupils have expanded and his breathing has picked up, and I take heart from it.
The thunder crashes and the room is filled with the sound of the rain as I strip the last of my clothes off, throwing them to the floor in a careless abandon that’s never been me. I grab the condom and thelube, noticing with a corner of my mind that it’s waterproof, and step into the bath. The water comes up to my shins and the scent of green tea is rich on the air. The wind blows through cold on my skin, and I shiver slightly, watching him as he lies back against the glowing copper of the bath. It makes his skin shine like he’s an otherworldly being.
I look at his face as he stares at my cock and hide a smile. He’s firmly of the earth, my Jesse. Lusty and so real. I still for a second.My Jesse? Where the fuck did that come from? Then he slowly sits up and rolls over onto his front and scatters my thoughts.
“Do get on with it,” he says in a bored voice that’s slightly ruined by the hoarseness he can’t conceal.
