11. Evan
EVAN
The knock on the bathroom door surprised me, and at first I thought it was Jason who came to find me.
Which was silly, as I’d only just sent him to put away his clothes, and no doubt he’d already abandoned that in favor of unpacking his toys and starting to play.
Which only occurred to me the moment I said, “Come in,” and Thalen’s head poked around the door.
“I came to make sure you had everything you needed.”
The bathroom was nearly identical to the one we’d had aboard the Mylos ship, which in turn had been not so very different from the ones we were used to back on Earth, though the toilets were different and we hadn’t had bathroom AI assistants who kept track of our health and dispersed bath salts and stuff.
This one had a similar sort of toilet, but the main difference was the tub.
It was more of an enormous hot tub that was kept half full, and you finished filling up from the faucet.
No sentient AI in here to add the bubble bath for you, either, but I’d found a jar on the edge of the tub and sure enough, when poured in, they were low foaming salts that smelled kinda like sandalwood and some kind of flower.
“Yeah, I’ve got it, thanks.”
He gave me a nod of understanding but didn’t go.
Instead, his eyes were fastened on my now bare torso, following from my not very impressive pecs to my belly button, and then to my waistband.
Instead of making me feel awkward, I found myself liking the look of appreciative appraisal.
It had to be how I almost felt like I knew him from reading his bio and looking at his picture so often during the trip, and then us clicking straight off the bat when he picked me up and we spent time getting us moved in.
This new me, that steamed straight ahead pursuing what I wanted rather than muddling through life and simply dreaming, knew that he was already mine, and he definitely liked what he saw, so there was no point in waiting around to make the first move.
I cleared my throat, feeling a flush creep up my neck and cheeks as I asked, “But, you know, it’s always hard to reach your own back, so it’s been a while since it's had a decent scrub.”
His eyes became hooded, a predatory gleam in their depths as he stepped the rest of the way in, locking the door behind him.
“I can definitely help with that,” he replied, his voice a low growl that gave me goosebumps all over.
My dick leapt in my pants as if it wanted to salute him, and he licked his lips, eyes fastened on my crotch as he noticed it.
“You’re overdressed. Generally one gets completely naked when cleansing themselves. ”
I bobbed my head. “They do,” I replied breathlessly, and then I was really doing it, shucking off my jeans and briefs in front of a Dragonii male I’d only actually met a few hours ago, but whom it felt like my soul had known forever. As soon as it was free, my cock slapped my belly wetly.
“Mmm, is that for me, mate?” he growled, and I nodded frantically, which made him chuckle. Then, to my amazement, he dropped to his knees and engulfed me completely in his hot, wet mouth.
“Ah!” Lord, his mouth felt so good! Oh, sweet holy spaghetti monster of the great pasta bowl in the sky, were those ridges on his tongue?
My eyes rolled back, and I felt my knees go weak, but that was okay, as now his huge hands were holding me up, one cupping my ass and one supporting my back.
He began to urge me to take baby steps backwards with his thigh, and I somehow managed it, taking three, maybe four steps back until the bench between the tub and the shower hit the back of my legs.
His hands slid to my hip and shoulder, then supporting me as he urged me to sit down, not once letting up on the intense suction he had on my dick.
I sat, and suddenly it was all too much after far too long of not having anything other than my right hand.
“I’m gonna!”
He growled in response, the reverberation tipping me the rest of the way over.
“Damn, you’re too good at that,” I gasped once I was finally able to speak from the boneless heap I’d become.
He grinned up at me, carefully licking my length clean of any remainder, then reached over to turn the water off.
“You make it easy to devour you, my mate. You taste delicious.”
He scooped me up, settling me into the tub and immediately set to washing my hair using water from the flexible shower hose clipped at eye level on the wall and some shampoo from a dispenser in the wall.
I started to protest, but damn, he was far too good at scalp massage for me to actually object.
Once that was rinsed clean, he began gently washing my neck and back using a slightly rough cloth he took from a basket on the side, wetting it and using more of the stuff from the dispenser.
Huh, a combo shampoo and body wash. Neat.
“Mm, you have magic hands,” I sighed happily, relaxing under his touch as he massaged my tired muscles through the cloth as he went.
Another low chuckle that sent my stomach into flutters. He then pressed a kiss to the back of my neck.
“I can’t wait for you to be well rested enough for me to show you the rest of what I can do.”
My cock tried to rally at that, but nope, I was still too outta zing.
“Maybe after a nap and some supper,” I found myself suggesting.
He nipped my earlobe.
“Maybe.”
Then he stood up and handed me the cloth he’d been using.
“Back’s all done,” he said with a wink.
I stared open mouthed at him as he unlocked the door and went out.
I laughed then.
“You big tease! Just you wait!”