The Dark Horse - lanyon Josh (книга регистрации txt) 📗

Romania for twelve weeks. And I was at a place in my own career where I had to pick my projects carefully.

He pushed his chair back and said, «I think I'll have a quick shower and drive into town. I want to pick up a few things.» «Okay.» My gaze wandered back to the postcard. «Want to help me try out my new back-scrubber?»

I laughed. He made it so easy. I rose, dismissing the card, but as I followed Dan indoors, I couldn't help wondering … if Paul Hammond hadn't sent that card, who had? * * * * *

«Gotta admit, I had my doubts about you when I saw the pink bubble bath.» Dan squirted pastel gel into the ramie mitt and slid it over my shoulders. Scented steam rose from the granite floor of the large shower stall.

«Mm. That feels good.» I bent my head, and he smoothed the mitt down the nape of my neck. «It's not bubble bath. It's shampoo slash shower gel. There's a difference.»

«You'd know. I've never seen so many grooming aids in one bathroom.» The rough cotton felt good on my wet skin, and Dan applied just the right amount of pressure. I relaxed – only recognizing at that moment how wound up I'd been.

«Tools of the trade,» I informed him. «I'm a commodity. I'm in business, and I am my product.»

«That attitude and a pair of tight jeans will get you arrested on Hollywood Boulevard.» «They tell me attitude is everything.»

He pulled me back against his wet, hard body. I arched my neck for his kiss and his mouth closed on mine, warm and male, and with a hint of the tart-sweetness of crabapple. Our tongues slid together, twined. My heart started that heavy slow beat that matched the throb in my groin. «You are so beautiful …»

«I bet you say that to all th-« His hands slid over my slick body, flicking my nipples. I moaned into his mouth, words failing me. If felt so good. Everything he did felt good. He never made a wrong move; that was the advantage of having so much experience. Of course, that kind of expertise was a little intimidating sometimes.

Putting my hands over his, I held them against my chest. He palmed the nipples, back and forth, just the right amount of teasing abrasion. I turned to face him – wrapped my arms around him.

Smoothing the mitt over my ass, Dan gave one cheek a playful squeeze before sweeping the mitt up my spine. My dick came up like a divining rod, nudging his already hard thickness. Heart pounding, I pressed against him, wanting more, wanting closer. I was surprised the shower drops didn't sizzle on my skin; I was so hot for him. Dan shook off the mitt and his hands closed on my ass, urging me closer. I groaned, feeling for his cock. «Yeah, Sean, just like that,» he muttered.

His fingers slid down the crevice between my butt cheeks, intimate and familiar, finding the mouth of the secret passage. He delicately circled my opening, then slipped the tip of one finger inside: a sweet and slow piercing. I caught my breath.

Just a fingertip, like the press of a button – a button I badly wanted him to push. That weird clawing ache started in my belly. I made a sound in the back of my throat; even I wasn't sure what I meant.

Dan's kiss gentled. He kissed the underside of my jaw, his finger simply holding its place, like a book he meant to read later.

Let go, I instructed myself, impatiently. What the hell is the hold up? You want him. He wants you. Act, if you have to. Act like … a porn star.

I found his mouth, kissed him back hard, surging up against him. I could feel his surprise. His mouth covered mine hungrily. He pushed his finger into me deeply; I started, my foot slipping out from under me in the sudsy warm water. He steadied me, both hands on my arms, smiling. «Easy, chief.»

«Yeah.» I laughed, but after a week of this I wasn't fooling anybody, including myself. «I'm just not sure about that yet,» I said, feeling like a fool. I still felt the memory of his finger in my body – an erotic fingerprint. «I know.» He sounded easy and a little amused.

«I mean, I want to,» I said. «I'm just …» Why did I have to say anything? The last thing I wanted was for this to turn into an issue. Why couldn't I just have let it happen, naturally, spontaneously? «We don't have to rush it.»

Was six days rushing it? Probably not. His dick poked into my belly like an elbow in the ribs reminding me that he had places to go and things to do, and so far this morning he wasn't getting anything but talk. Porn star, remember? Act. It's what you're good at.

«Let me tell you a little secret,» I said and slid to my knees to take the head of his cock into my mouth.

«Oh, my God,» Dan said, closing his eyes. His fingers brushed my cheek. «What you do to me.»

Yeah, this I knew how to do, sucking him with soft wet heat and then hard. I murmured encouragingly – not really an act, come to think of it – and tugged with my lips. Sweet and soft. Tight and hard.

Dan's breathing went slow and deep, fingers fluttered over my ears, the base of my skull, urging me closer, but not forcing – never forcing.

The water sluiced over his shoulders and rained down on me. I tasted shower gel and clean skin and the salty tang of pre-cum. His swollen cock throbbed between my lips; he pushed deeper into my mouth. I relaxed my throat muscles and took more of him. A muscle in Dan's cheek jumped. He looked down at me, and his eyes seemed dazed. I made soft sounds, inciting him to riot. Groaning, Dan braced his hands on the granite tiles. His legs trembled.

I backed off a little, laved the cleft in the head of his cock with my tongue, took him back in and sucked hard. «I'm going to come,» he warned throatily. His cock jumped and he began to come. Hard.

Not a problem for me. I liked this part. I swallowed enough to show I cared, then buried my head in his belly, nuzzling his genitals. He twitched and shivered. Petted my wet head, stroking the hair back from my face.

I smiled, watching him. After a few moments he shook his head like a wet dog and gave a shaky laugh. «You are one crazy guy.» «Hey.»

«Hey, you.» He reached up and turned off the tap, drawing me to my feet. Energized. And how the hell that worked, I had yet to figure out.

There were dents in my knees from the granite floor, and my legs felt wobbly with my own need. He pulled me against his long strong body, one hand cupping my balls. I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his clean wet skin. The hair on his chest tickled my nose. Just the feel of those steely fingers handling me …

I guided his hand to where I needed it to be. He wrapped his fingers around my cock «I like that little sound you make,» he whispered. The bedroom phone rang. «What the hell!» I opened my eyes. «The machine will get it.»

I nodded absently, listening. Dan's heart was settling back into its normal rhythm. The phone rang again. Dan's hand slowed. I rested my hand on his, urging him on. He tightened up a bit, and I caught my breath. Big brown capable hands. Good for all kinds of things: gripping a gun or shaking cocktails or … driving me to total distraction. The phone rang a third time, and then the answering machine picked up.

«Dude!» the tinny voice of Steve Kreiger, my manager, drifted from the other room. For an eerie minute it was like he stood in the doorway watching us; I could picture him scraping the lank red hair out of those mournful bassett-hound brown eyes. «You there? T.J. Hooker got you handcuffed to the bed or what?»

«Damn! I've got to take it.» I popped open the shower door and abandoned that sweet steamy warmth, sprinting for the bed and the night stand beyond. I heard the shower door close behind me.

I bounced on the white duvet and stretched, grabbing the phone off the receiver. Reached across to pick up the phone. «Hey.» «Hey. So you are still alive.»

«Yep. Alive and … uh … kicking.» I sucked in my breath as two hard hands wrapped in a plush bath sheet closed around my waist. Dan toweled me down with hard efficiency, blotting shoulders and ribs and butt through the folds of the oversized towel. He rubbed my head briskly. I put the phone against my ear, listening through the fluffy cotton.