Page 20 of Vodka And Virtue

The hot water cascaded over my head, suds running down my face and back. I ran my fingers through the hair covering my hard chest, down my stomach, soft from avoiding the gym in favor of the kitchen, and scrubbed the dark hair surrounding the base of my shaft. It’d been months since I’d felt a warm wet mouth around it. Months since I came inside anything besides my hand.

I closed my eyes and imagined the tight suction of Carlisle’s mouth wrapped around my dick. His smooth hand cupping my balls, tugging the heavy weight away from my body. I could almost feel his hair beneath my fingertips as I guided his head up and down my shaft. The soapy glide of my hand felt incredible, pushing me to the edge of desire. I used my other hand to tug at my nipple, pinching and teasing the steel barbell piercing. A wave of pleasure crested, rolling through my abdomen. I came with a soft grunt, leaning forward to brace my hand against the tile wall as I milked the last drops of cum from my cock.

As good as it felt, it was unsatisfying. Nothing like sharing an orgasm with another man.

I toweled off and strode into my bedroom naked, pulling a black T-shirt from my drawer. Thinking of Carlisle telling me I wore too much black made me chuckle, and I traded the black shirt for a burgundy one, hoping he'd notice. I dabbed some Cool Water on my neck and headed out.

The lounge was busy tonight.Several couples from a nearby dance studio were performing ballroom dance and salsa, drawing quite a crowd. For much of the evening, I stood halfway between the lounge and the bar, to keep an eye on both crowds. I was also able to keep my eye on Carlisle from my vantage point. He was everywhere tonight; behind the bar, running drinks to the tables in the lounge, back and forth a dozen times or more from the kitchen and the storeroom. I loved to watch him in action, taking charge of so many responsibilities and managing them with ease. It was sexy as hell when he exuded that much confidence and energy.

Would he try to manage me like that? I sure fucking hoped so. The idea of him topping me, in total control of my orgasm, made my dick unbelievably hard.

During my break, I popped my head into the kitchen for a bite of something delicious, and then stopped in the bathroom. When I was finished, I washed my hands and pushed through the door, running right smack into Carlisle. He was exiting the storeroom with a sleeve of napkins tucked under his arm.

"Oh, hey, Rory."

"Carly," I purred.

A wrinkle appeared between his brows. "It's Carlisle."

"Oh, that's right." I grinned, playing along as if he hadn't corrected me a dozen times already. It was the only form of flirting or foreplay he would allow, and I loved the game.

I would chase him as far as he could run. Challenge him every step of the way. The thrill was intoxicating. It would make the win that much sweeter.

"I believe you still owe me a date."

"Of course. A deal's a deal. I gave you my word."

"How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" His voice hitched, as if he were unsure…or panicked.

"Are you busy?"

"Well, I'm—"

I took a step closer, almost pressing him against the wall. "Just say yes. I'll return you in plenty of time for your shift."

He swallowed, his throat bobbing, eyes watering. “Somewhere public, okay?" He smothered a cough behind his hand.

"Scout's honor," I promised, holding up two fingers.

Carlisle looked skeptical. "Were you ever a Scout?"

My stoic expression never wavered. "No."

I felt the pull between us, something almost magnetic drawing us closer.

Carlisle panted for breath. “I feel like I can't breathe when I'm around you.”

“Wow. You feel it, too? Maybe we should try that—”

“No. I think it's your cologne I'm allergic to.” He sneezed into his sleeve. “Is that Cool Water?” He scurried down the hallway, turning back before rounding the corner. “Please don’t wear it tomorrow.”

Smooth, MacGregor, real smooth.

And then he came back, ducking his head around the corner. “Noon?”

My head snapped up. “Perfect.”

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