If it wouldn’t have been completely inappropriate, I would’ve called Troy into my bathroom and had him stand there while I jacked off. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the type of guy I was. This wasn’t a club and he wasn’t a willing submissive who was eager to please in any way I wanted him to.
No, Troy was my assistant and I respected that. No way in hell would I cross that line unless Troy requested it. If I had to guess, he had absolutely no idea that I’d been thinking about him like this for a year now.
While I firmly stroked my shaft, I let my imagination wander. Images of Troy and Clarissa formed. As usual, they were naked. Only this time, they were kissing each other, hands sliding over slick skin, their soft moans echoing off the tiled walls as I watched them.
I couldn’t deny I was a voyeur in many ways. I enjoyed the hell out of watching people. I could picture Clarissa on her knees, Troy’s cock tunneling in and out of her sweet mouth while Troy sat impaled on my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I opened my eyes as I stroked harder and faster. Knowing Troy was on the other side of my bathroom door didn’t help to lessen my desire in the least. I had to wonder if he’d ever had similar thoughts about me. I saw the way he looked at me when he wasn’t aware I was watching. I’d seen interest there.
I groaned as my spine tingled, my release inevitable. I imagined Troy at my feet, his lips caressing my dick, his tongue rasping along my shaft…
I came with a grunt, my eyes closing to avoid staring at an empty shower. When my body was spent, I leaned against the tile and took a deep breath. I had a plan to put in motion today, one I was looking forward to immensely.
As for whether or not Troy was willing to give in to my deepest, darkest desires was yet to be seen, but I knew I had to find out.
And I intended for the first lesson to start today.
Troy
I FOUND MYSELF BACK IN Trent’s enormous bedroom—the same spot I was in last Wednesday, right before Trent sent me home for a long weekend. The place was in perfect order, the bed made, the furniture dusted, the housekeepers having already come through to ensure it was exactly the way Trent liked it.
I was sitting on the bench at the end of his bed, waiting patiently for him to come out of the bathroom. Only this time I was trying to keep myself from thinking about what he looked like wet and naked.
Good news was I was here on time.
In fact, I’d arrived almost an hour early. So early I had spent fifteen minutes talking to Trent’s trainer before he left for the day. I had stayed in the kitchen until I heard Trent head for his bedroom. At that point, I had taken up this position, not moving an inch.
When I heard the doorknob turn, I held my breath and stared at the door. And just like last Wednesday, Trent emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist, all that bronzed skin on display.
Likely due to the rigorous workout Case had put him through, every muscle in Trent’s chest was stark and defined. It was hard not to ogle him, but I managed by dropping my gaze to the floor.
“You made it,” he said as he disappeared into the closet.
Yep, that was uncertainty I’d detected in his tone. He hadn’t been sure I would show up.
Fuck.
“Look, Trent, I’m—”
“No talking,” Trent commanded from somewhere inside his closet.
I stared at the empty doorway, a little shocked by the firm command.
Trent appeared a few minutes later wearing a pair of black slacks, his white button-down shirt on but open, his chest still in plain view. I waited until he grabbed a pair of socks from his dresser before I got up from the bench and traded places with him.
“I assume you’ve taken care of your personal issues?”
I decided to be up front with him, although I couldn’t look at him when I spoke, choosing to stare at that damn statue on his dresser. “To the best of my ability, yes. However, someone broke into my apartment again.”
“Again?” he questioned. “As in there’ve been multiple occasions?”
“Yes?” I hadn’t meant to phrase it as a question, but I wasn’t sure how to answer.
“What the fuck, Troy? Why does this shit keep happening?”
His tone was so abrupt I spun around to face him. That was when I realized he was moving toward me, his blue eyes hard as they pinned me in place.
“How many times has your apartment been broken into? And I want the truth this time.”
I shrugged in response because I didn’t want to tell him.
