Rowan #2
“At least he has some common sense,” I said with a snort, drinking the last of my coffee. “Though I suppose I should find him before he hunts me down. He doesn’t normally hunt me, but if he asked you, he might be, and I’d rather save myself the trouble.”
“Yes, better to get the miserable experience of meeting with him out of the way,” Reggie said, and although his back was to me, I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Sarcasm might be charming on some people, but not you,” I told him as I took the mug with me, leaving him to chuckle, probably quite pleased with himself.
So what if he knew I didn’t hate Luka? So what if he realized I had grown comfortable with Luka’s presence?
Why did I feel the need to balk at the very mention when it was not only perfectly normal but acceptable that the assigned guest and Guide would forge a bond?
It wasn’t as if us getting closer was suspicious.
Hell, it might even help Luka in the future if it was more obvious to others that he had managed to forge a bond with me.
Depositing my cup in one of the trays near a brewing station, I headed toward my room, wondering if I was going to find him there or if he had wandered off.
My stomach flipped pleasantly when I realized that if he was in my room, we would be alone.
I didn’t know if he was being cautious about spending too much private time with me, or if his libido was lower than mine.
The first was an odd idea because I knew it wasn’t unusual for assigned guest and Guide pairs to spend time in their rooms together.
I didn’t assume they were all doing what I planned on doing with Luka, but it was common enough that no one would bat an eye.
Opening my door, I looked around and felt a sinking disappointment.
For one alarming minute, I realized it wasn’t the anticipation of an orgasm.
Before the realization could sink in too deeply, though, I noticed the door to my private bathroom was closed, and the light was on, something I would never have done.
Humming thoughtfully, I set the door to privacy mode.
Luka could have activated the mode himself, and I would still have been allowed in because that was how the system was set up, but that was probably the sort of thing he would avoid for fear of drawing attention to himself.
I’d condemn it as pointless, but wasn’t I also being overly cautious? At least my reticence was on brand.
I was waiting when he emerged in a billowing cloud of steam, and stopped short when he saw me, his hand falling to the towel wrapped around his waist despite the privacy of the room and the fact that he had clearly dried himself.
Leaning my face on my hand as I leaned against the table, I had to correct myself as I watched a droplet of water make its way down his chest and stomach before being soaked up by the towel.
“By all means, make yourself at home, use my shower,” I said softly, giving a slight smirk to show I was teasing.
He hadn’t been abnormal or weird since the other day, but there was still a reluctance, a hesitance that hadn’t been there before.
I didn’t want him to revert to the overly sensitive demeanor he’d had when we’d first dealt with each other, but I understood that meant I had to show everything was going to be okay.
“Based on the look you’re giving me right now, I’m guessing you’re just being a smart ass,” he said with a shake of his head, turning off the light behind him.
“And what look is that?” I wondered.
“I watched a cougar take down a small deer once,” he said. “And the look on its face was a lot like the one you have right now.”
“Does that bother you?” I asked curiously. “I’ve been told that once I’m comfortable and interested enough to return to the same partner for sex, I can be...intense.”
“Intense is a good word,” he chuckled, glancing at the computer panel next to the door.
I thought about telling him I had locked it when I realized he was there.
Still, I let him confirm it for himself and waited to see what was coming next.
So far, I had initiated everything, and now we had passed the first two hurdles, I wanted to see what he would do with the altered relationship between us.
I watched him approach, and I had to fight not to smile at the mental image of him being a deer as he tugged the corner of the towel, letting it drop. “Does this look like I’m bothered?”
A little hot and bothered to be sure from the way his cock sprang into view, almost completely hard, but not bothered in the way I had meant.
I sat there, my eyes drifting over him openly, savoring the moment.
Considering the first time had been hurried, and without appreciation, and the second time was hasty for fear of getting caught, I was intent on enjoying myself as much as possible with him on display.
And what a display it was. He wasn’t as tall or broad as me, but he was sturdy.
It seemed like every part of him had been honed and trained for strength without losing his sleekness; he didn’t come off as bulky.
The hairs on his body were only visible because they were still damp; I might not have been able to see them otherwise.
The dips at the top of his hips made me want to run my finger over them and then my tongue, but I stayed there, admiring him as his cock grew to full mast and bounced.
“That does not, in fact, look like bothered,” I admitted calmly as he approached.
“Good,” he said as he stepped forward, standing over one of my legs, hovering. “I wouldn’t want to give the wrong impression.”
“So far you’re giving all the green lights,” I said, leaning back so I could peer up into his face. “I was wondering what you had in mind. I’m getting a hint, but one can’t be too sure.”
“Smart ass,” he said with a smirk, lowering himself into my lap. Arms around the back of my neck, he pulled himself closer and pressed his lips against mine.
As much as I was enjoying playing the passive member of this duo to see what he would do, I didn’t want to risk pushing him into uncertainty and doubt.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and held him there as I returned the kiss with as much eagerness and strength as he was putting into it.
There was a minty tinge to his breath that told me he’d used one of the spare toothbrushes in my bathroom because, apparently, he really had made himself at home.
“Have fun in the Observation Room?” he asked, leaning back to watch my face.
“How did you...Reggie told you I was coming back, didn’t he?” I asked with a sigh. “Meddlesome little man.”
He laughed softly. “He did, but I didn’t see the message until I got out of the shower. So don’t worry, you still surprised me by lurking out here.”
“I didn’t lurk,” I huffed. “And yes, I did enjoy it until my peace and quiet was ruined.”
“You said the same thing about me the first couple of weeks.”
“Because you do ruin the peace and quiet.”
“Fine, would you feel better if I was up there with you to watch the sunset, but kept quiet by sucking you off instead?”
The mental image of sprawling on the couch, watching the sun set, the sky aflame as I sipped my coffee, occasionally glancing down to see Luka between my legs, showing me those oral skills again, blossomed in my head.
If I hadn’t already been hard from that same man being completely naked, that mental image would have done wonders to fix the problem in no time.
“Don’t tease me with things I can’t imagine as a reality,” I chuckled as I leaned forward to nip his bottom lip. “Because it does sound like a lovely thing to see.”
“I can’t tell if that’s an exhibition kink or just a love of being lazy,” he snorted.
“Lazy is not something I have ever been accused of,” I said. “If anything, my sister has accused me of not knowing how to have fun.”
“Sister, huh?” he asked, and when he saw my surprised expression, he chuckled. “And you seem to know how to have fun if it involves nudity.”
“It certainly helps,” I said with a smirk.
“Personal question for you.”
“Is this related to my comment about a sister?”
“Mmm, no. It involves asking how your back is feeling today.”
I stiffened at the mention. “Why?”
He almost looked exasperated before looking down between us. “Because it’s the difference between you fucking me or me riding you.”
A flush of arousal shot through me as I stared at him, smiling slowly. “My, my, someone has found their confidence.”
“I was having an existential crisis, or an ethical one anyway,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
“Which isn’t exactly conducive to feeling sexy or confident.
But since I worked through that and we know how to be discreet, I’m not going to fret.
So congratulations, this is what I’m like when I’m comfortable being sexual around someone. ”
“Well, consider me a fan of this side of you,” I told him honestly because I absolutely loved the more direct, confident version of him.
As fun as it could be to have someone act nervous and shy about sleeping with me, it got tiresome quickly.
Not only did it leave me feeling like I was the one who had to initiate everything, but it left me with the sour taste of.
..feeling gross. Even though I knew the other person consented, it left me with the idea that I was coercing someone into sleeping with me.
And while I loved force and power in a sexual dynamic, it needed to feel consensual, or it was not sexy.
This though? This was plenty sexy for me.
“I’m not going to have you hurt yourself for the sake of getting laid,” he told me sternly. “So fess up to what state you’re in, or I’m putting my clothes back on and jerking off in my room.”
“I...are you—”
“Using sex as leverage to make you honest about your physical health? Absolutely. Deal with it.”