16. Evan #2
Steeling my resolve, I picked up the box and closed the drawer.
He studied me as I approached the bed. “You’re nervous. Why?”
“I’m just… This might not be your taste, and it might be presumptuous, but I saw it and I knew it would look amazing on you and…”
“Are you going to let me see it?” He held out his hand, a soft smile on his lips.
I handed him the box and perched on the edge of the bed. I’d gone back and forth on whether I should give it to him. It was too much, I knew that, but my desire to see him in it overrode my good sense.
Nick mindfully opened the box.
Inside lay a stretchy black strap with long, dainty chains that sparkled with tiny jewels.
The chains were attached to the strap so they draped down in cascading loops.
Another chain, just as sparkly and pretty as the others, hung down in a straight line and connected the loops, only this one had a jeweled “e” hanging from the end.
The pendant was small enough that from afar it would look like a squiggle or even a drop pendant, but up close it was clearly my initial.
“Do you know what that is?” I asked hesitantly.
“It’s thigh jewelry.” He looked up, his eyes bright and a little shimmery. “I love it.”
“Really?” I moved closer to him. “Are you sure? I can get you one that doesn’t have the charm—”
“The charm is why I love it.” Putting the box on the bed, he turned to me.
I took his hand and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. “It is?”
He nodded and swallowed, his throat working. “I know it’s not a claiming thing like it would be for lifestyle people, but I like the idea of wearing your name, even if no one else can see it.”
“You do?” My voice cracked embarrassingly.
“Yeah.” He drew in a deep breath. “This means a lot to me. Not just the money you spent or giving me presents. But also how amazing you’ve been. People tend to react badly when they find out what I like to wear under my clothes. I don’t let people I’m getting naked with see that kind of stuff.”
“You didn’t hide it from me.”
“No, I didn’t.” Letting go of my hand, he stood. “You’ve never made me feel unsafe or like I have to hide parts of myself. I’ve never had that before. Definitely not with someone I’m sleeping with.”
I focused on his words as he stripped off his clothes. “You’ve said stuff like this before, but without context, I can only guess at what it means.”
“You’re talking fancy again.” He tossed his briefs aside and waved to the bed. “Which one do you want to see first?”
“This one.” I handed him the mesh briefs with the heart cutout and chains.
“Good choice.” He smiled. “Anything else?”
I looked over the items spread out on my bed. “These.” I picked up a fitted long-sleeved mesh crop top and a matching floor-length pencil skirt with a deep slit up one side.
Nick tried on the underwear. They looked even more spectacular on him than I’d imagined.
Grinning, he tugged on the top, then the skirt. They fit him like a second skin, and the wide slit showed off most of his leg.
My breath caught as he gently pulled the thigh garter out of the box and slid it up his leg.
The effect was breathtaking. He was breathtaking.
The jewels on the chains sparkled under the soft light. The loops rested on either side of his thigh and accentuated his lean muscles, and the sight of my initial resting against his creamy skin made my already-hard dick twitch.
“What do you think?” Nick asked shyly and turned so I could see the back.
The chains on the underwear were dulled and held in place by the mesh skirt, but the way they cascaded over the swell of his generous ass was as sexy as the heart-shaped cutout framing his cheeks.
“Do you like it?” he asked, twirling back to face me.
“I love it. You look… You’re breathtaking.”
He blushed and held out his hand. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going to try out my new stage and break it in, and maybe your chair if you’re up for round two.”
“Am I ever not up for round two?” I let him pull me toward the door.
“There was that one time you weren’t.”
“When was this?”
“Three days ago. Remember? We had some fun in your rich-dude shower after I was done playing with all your creams and serums? I was ready to go for round two after, but you passed out in your bed before that could happen.”
“The shower was round two, if I recall correctly. Round one was on the counter. The shower was after that. The bed would have been round three.”
“Semantics.”
“And round one happened because I was trying to distract you from playing with my creams and serums.”
“Yeah, distraction doesn’t work with me. You tell me you have custom skincare products made by a world-renowned dermatologist, and I’m going to use them. I have to. It’s a cannon event.”
“I assumed as much. But perhaps next time you can refrain from using my under-eye serum on your balls?”
He snorted. “I was testing to see just how anti-wrinkle it is. I figured the old dingleberries would be a better test considering I’m twenty-one and have the skin of a teenager.
” He tugged me down the hall. “Although, I have to say, my balls are loving that stuff. They’ve never felt so silky and soft.
I’ve been playing with them all day. Next time get a bigger size.
That tiny tube doesn’t cover a lot of surface area. ”
“I’ll be sure to do that. What would you say if I told you I’m in the process of getting you your own products so you don’t have to keep stealing mine?”
“It’s pronounced borrow .” He shot me a cheeky grin. “But I say thank you, and you know I’m still gonna steal yours.”
“I know.” I chuckled and followed him into the gym.
“Just curious, but how much does that ballsack cream cost?” he asked.
“You mean my under-eye serum? About three thousand a tube.”
“What?” he yelped and whirled at me. “Are you serious? I thought it was like, a few hundred, tops. I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
“Relax, Nick. I don’t care about the money or that you had some fun. I would have said something earlier if it was a problem.”
He shoved me down into the armchair. “Still, I feel bad. That’s…” He narrowed his eyes. “That’s actually not a lot of money to someone like you, is it?”
I shook my head.
“Then you’d better get some extra ballsack serum because the next time I have your balls on my face, I want them to feel like silky little cum clouds.”
I laughed at both his ridiculous analogy and the proud, luminescent smile on his face.
“Now, give me a minute to figure out how this setup works, then you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.” Nick struck a pose that was probably meant to be over-the-top and silly, but only accentuated his good looks and the sexy outfit he had on.
I looked down at the “e” on his thigh. My balls twinged and my dick throbbed as it tented slacks.
“We have lots of time for that.” He licked his bottom lip, his eyes on my crotch. “First, let me get my dance on, then I want that in me.”
“As you wish.”
He tore his gaze from my dick and slinked over to the stage. I leaned back in my chair as he stared at the stage.
“Um, Ev?”
“Yes?”
“Does this thing have a remote or…”
“There’s a control panel built in to the side of the stage. On the left. My left. Your other left.”
“This?” He crouched next to it and flipped it open.
“Good golly miss molly that’s a lot of options.
” He hummed thoughtfully. “Now, what does this do?” The stage lights began flashing like a strobe light.
“Oops, not that one. Seizures are not sexy.” The lights flickered off.
“And what do you do?” This time the entire stage tilted to the left.
“Eek!” He landed on his ass as he was thrown off balance.
“Why? Why would you make a stage that can randomly turn into a Tilt-A-Whirl?” He pushed another button and the stage righted itself.
“Do you need help?” I asked, barely managing to stifle my laughter.
“I got it. I’m a professional, remember?”
Nick kept up a steady stream of commentary as he continued fiddling with the controls.
“There’s a manual,” I said after he’d fallen on his backside when the speakers had blasted what sounded like an air-raid siren. He’d turned it off just as quickly, but my ears were still ringing.
“Manuals are for people with no sense of adventure.” He poked at the panel. The lit floor began to glow softly. “There we go! Now to sync the lights with the music. You look like that could be your job.” He toyed inside the panel. “Am I gonna regret it if I press you?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to look at the manual?”
“Nope. I’ve got this.” He pushed a button with all the flair of someone launching a missile.
Soft music filtered out of the speakers and the lights flashed in time with the beat.
“Told ya!” He waggled his eyebrows at me. “One sec, I just gotta pick a song. I can’t dance to this.”
I didn’t recognize what was playing, but it was slow, the tone melancholy.
“Oh! Found one. This’s one of my faves. Ready?”
“Ready.” I settled in the chair and gripped the armrests, already wound so tight I felt like my muscles might snap from tension.
The opening notes to “Buttons” by The Pussycat Dolls filled the room and the pulse of the lights changed to match the beat.
Nick slowly stood, one hip cocked to the side and a hand on the pole. As soon as the vocals kicked in, he spun around and leaned his back against the pole, using it for balance as he gyrated his hips and ran his hands over his body.
I sat there, mesmerized by not only his beauty, but his confidence, as he danced to the song, using the pole as a prop rather than as something to swing and flip around like he had during Emily’s bachelorette party.
He’d incorporated belly dancing into this routine. I could barely breathe as he rolled his body in a slow, deliberate wave, then added some hip lifts, shimmies, and belly rolls that were almost surreal in their fluidity.
Every snap of his hips, low drop, and hot look made my already-rock-hard dick ache with desire. My body temperature rose as he slowly stripped off the shirt, then the skirt, leaving him in the briefs and thigh garter.
Around the two-and-a-half-minute mark in the song, when the music changed, Nick jumped onto the pole and spun around it, hanging upside down with his legs off to the side. He did a few more twists and spins, then flipped off it and landed in a crouch on the stage.
Eyes blazing with passion, he stood and slowly stalked toward me. He stopped about a foot in front of me and resumed dancing, dropping low and popping back up in ways that made my knees ache just watching.
As the song was fading out, he slung one leg over the arm of the chair and landed on my lap.
I clutched his hips and hauled him closer as he rolled his body in more of that delicious rhythm.
He dragged his cheek over mine. The scratch of my stubble against his smooth skin made us both shiver.
“Ready for round two?” He raked his hand through my hair.
“Wouldn’t this be round one? I think enough time has passed since lunch we can restart the clock.”
He pulled on my hair, a sexy smirk on his full lips. “Fair point. Ready for round one? I know you like to be in charge, but now it’s my turn.”
“It’s been a while for me.” I rubbed his ass. The smooth chains on his underwear were warm under my hands.
He froze as the music ended. “Been a while?” he asked, his tone careful.
“Since I bottomed.”
His jaw dropped and his eyes went comically wide.
“You said you wanted to bend me over and make me scream, remember?” I traced my finger around the edges of the heart cutout. “In the car that first night.”
“You said you don’t like it.”
“I don’t. But I’m happy to switch if that’s what you want.”
He chewed his lip. “That statement wasn’t entirely accurate. I’m a big ole bottom with dudes. I like messing with tops and making them think I wanna rail them, but I don’t.”
“There are other ways you can make me scream.” I dipped my finger between his cheeks and stroked his hole.
“Please tell me you have your wallet on you because I totally forgot the supplies and I need to get your dick in me like, yesterday.”
“Back pocket. Now kiss me and make me scream.”
Smirking, he bent his head and slid his hand into my pocket.
The realization that we only had three weeks left together hit out of nowhere as he molded his lips to mine and kissed me so tenderly it made my toes curl.
How was I going to be able to say goodbye to him? I’d miss the sex, but that wasn’t what made my heart break. The thought of not seeing him after a long day or not having him by my side at the multitude of tedious events in my future were the things I’d truly miss.
His sunshine smiles and wild tangents, the way I found myself laughing and forgetting to think about work or my responsibilities or the dozens of other things that constantly weighed me down when he was near.
How he always found an excuse to touch me when we were in public. The way he loved to snuggle up to me and would loudly demand cuddles when he felt neglected.
We hadn’t slept together because I knew that was one boundary I wouldn’t be able to come back from, but we’d spent hours lying in bed as we cuddled and talked about random things.
I’d never had that with previous partners and hadn’t realized how much I craved that kind of emotional intimacy.
Nick was…everything. And I didn’t want to give him up.
But I’d have to.
He sighed against my mouth and dropped my wallet between us. Focusing on him and not on the future, I matched his kisses and let myself get lost in his taste, his scent, and the feel of having the man I’d accidentally fallen for in my arms.