Page 24 of Catching a Con Man

“Well, I’ve got one at home. Not as fancy as this, but nice. You’re welcome to use it.”

“…thank you.” Tyler looked wary. “I don’t…I don’t really know what’s going on here, what your motives are.”

“I don’t have a motive,” I protested gently. I took the opportunity to float a little closer under the guise of reassurance. “I told you why I brought you here. And I don’t know what happens next. Just know that you’re safe with me. I don’t want to report you to the police, or accuse you of fraud, or…”

“Or?” Tyler asked. He’d propped himself up on the edge of the tub, so that his whole chest was out of the water and water dripped off the bottom of his hair.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I…can I be honest?”

“I think that’s the order of the weekend,” Tyler smirked.

“I thought you were gorgeous the moment I clapped eyes on you,” I said. “And finding out who you were, that you were trying to scam me…I wish that had dulled the attraction, because it really should have. And I convinced myself that it had. But really…I’ve been trying to impress you this whole time. Taking you on a fancy plane to a beautiful house, flying a helicopter and buying you clothes…I think I’m peacocking a bit here, if I’m honest with you.”

“Shaking your tail feathers to impress this little peahen?” Tyler snorted. “Well, consider mevery reluctantlyimpressed. And if I must tear up my Communist Party manifesto for being such a hypocrite, then it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

I’d drifted in the little current until our sides were touching, Tyler’s head just above mine with the way he’s propped himself up on the side. “So, what are your plans now?” I asked. “Once we get back to Wales.”

“No.” Tyler was so forceful with his answer that I almost recoiled. “No, I’m not talking aboutwhen we get homeright now. I want to pretend this tub, this house, is forever, just for tonight.”

“OK, and what goes on in this mysterious little world?” I asked.

“The big, handsome billionaire who’s been peacocking all weekend gets over whatever’s made him so shy, and kisses me.” I felt a blush rising in my cheeks as I looked up at Tyler. We were inches apart, and his mouth had quirked up on one side. “I’ve been waiting for you to make your move.”

I leaned forward, closing the distance and kissing him like I’d wanted to since the day we’d met. Not a quick, frantic kiss to stop him panicking, but a slow, searching one that let me savour every second of his lips on mine. That allowed me to taste the rich champagne on his tongue and thread my fingers through his wet hair. With my other hand, starting at his exposed shoulder, I skimmed a path down his side, over lean muscle and let it rest on his bare hip. Under the water I was as hard as a steel rod, desperate for relief but unsure of exactly what Tyler wanted. For the first time in a while, I was nervous about what might happen next. What did Tyler expect of me? What could I do to make him happy in this moment?

And then the bubbles stopped, and we pulled apart as the surrounding water stilled. I moved to push the button to start them again, but Tyler reached out to put a hand on my bicep.

“I like this,” he whispered. “Like last night. Nowhere to hide, nothing to hide.”

I looked down at our bodies, distorted by the water’s movement, but no longer hidden from view. Tyler’s smooth, pale skin was lit eerily by the light, and from what I could see, he was as hard as I was. I moved my one hand from his hip, slowly over his thigh under the water and over his hard length. I gripped and gave it a gentle tug, marvelling at the way the water distorted my actions. How it made the whole thing look dreamlike even as I felt him, warm and solid in my hand. Tyler groaned and leaned in to capture my mouth with his again, and his hand pushed on my chest so that I knew, at least for tonight, that he was in charge.

Under the water, I stroked up and down his length with one hand as we continued to kiss, languid and slow. Tyler’s one hand stroked furrows into my chest hair, but he didn’t give me the satisfaction of touching my cock.

Tyler’s lips moved away from mine, and I chased him with my mouth, but that one hand held me in place. And then Tyler was standing on the seat, his legs underwater up to his calves but his cock level with my face. It was as pale as the rest of him, with a pale pink head peeking out from under his foreskin and balls that were hanging low from the heat of the hot tub, hugging closer in the cold air even as I watched.

I leaned forward to take the tip of it in my mouth, using my left hand to pull back the foreskin over the head as I did, and Tyler gasped. Encouraged by the little noise I could hear, I licked around the head without taking him any deeper, using the tip of my tongue to explore the little groove that ran under his head and then over the slit as a tiny bit of salty pre-cum leaked out. I swirled my tongue over that spot, savouring every drop as I teased droplets of it onto my tongue.

“Fuck, you’re killing me Ade,” said Tyler.

I grinned around his cock, letting him sink deeper. With one hand on his arse and guiding the pace of his slow thrusts into my mouth, I finally allowed myself to grip my cock under the water, stroking as slowly as Tyler’s thrusts into my mouth, and then faster as he pushed harder and faster. I gagged as his cock got closer to the back of my throat, but kept a hand on Tyler’s arse so that he wouldn’t pull out. I wanted this, and I wanted him to feel in control.

I gripped him harder as he started to moan my name into the open air. “Ade, please, I’m going to…I’m going to…” Tyler spilled into my mouth, and I swallowed every drop I could, whilst I came under the water, ropes of cum floating in the space between Tyler’s legs and then getting pulled away by the filter.

For just a second, Tyler stood over me. And then he slumped down inelegantly into my lap, splashing us both with water. “Well, that didn’t go how I expected it to go,” Tyler said, breaths coming out heavy. He pecked me on the lips affectionately.

“How did you expect it to go?” I asked.

“I thought…big billionaire, you’d be a bit more…top. Dominant. Take what you want.”

“I took exactly what I wanted, and I swallowed every drop,” I grinned. “And if you like, I can get dominant.”

Tyler yawned, and I realised how long a day it had been. “Hold that thought,” he said as he snuggled into my side. “Sleep, then round two. Whatever round two looks like.”

I gripped under his knees and stood on the seat, then stepped out onto the cold deck. “Woah!” Tyler shouted as I carried him into the room and dumped him onto the bed, still dripping wet. I grabbed his legs, pulled him close to the edge of the bed, and leaned over him to kiss him. “Toppyenough for you?” I asked.

“It’ll do,” Tyler said with a sleepy smile. “It’ll do.”

Tyler

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