Page 25 of Catching a Con Man

Iwoke up in a tangle of bedsheets and limbs, and I knew how much I smelled like chlorine. My head felt fuzzy from the champagne and spending so long in the hot water, and Ade was plastered against my back, his cock temptingly resting semi-hard between my arse cheeks.

I extricated myself from Ade’s grip as he snored gently and crept to the door on the other side of the room that I’d missed as it blended so well with the glassy walls. Beyond was an en-suite just as luxurious as the bathroom downstairs, with a waterfall shower separated from the rest of the room by a glass partition. I turned a little knob at the side of it and water splashed down onto the rough black slate tile of the floor. As I waited for the water to heat, I scavenged the bathroom cabinet for a spare toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner, bringing them into the shower with me to give myself a good thorough cleaning.

I closed my eyes and let the hot waterfall shower soak me to my bones. I had never had such luxury and was often lucky to get any hot water if Amanda had used the shower before me for too long. So it felt weird to allow myself to stand under the water for so long, like Ade would be forced to shower in cold water if I was too selfish and hogged all the hot water.

I could feel myself getting hard at the thought of Ade in the shower. The water slicking back his hair like it had in the hot tub, and running through the well-trimmed expanse of chest hair. I reached down to give myself a gentle tug as I imagined Ade standing behind me, pressing his body and hard length up against me. Sliding his cock up against my arse…

And then a shadow fell over me, and Ade’s cool breath on the back of my wet neck told me he’d joined me in reality. “If I’d known you were in the mood, I’d have followed you to the bathroom the second you woke up,” he said, taking my earlobe in between his teeth and giving it a gentle bite that went straight to my cock. Ade’s body pressed up against mine, and all my fantasies felt like they were coming to life as his hardening cock slipped between my thighs. Ade gently rocked against me for a second, and I could feel him getting harder as he did.

“Let’s just stay here forever,” I whispered.

“Switzerland? Or this shower?” Ade asked.

“Both is good,” I replied. Ade chuckled quietly against my ear. His lips found my neck and kissed downward toward my shoulder blade. Despite the warmth of the shower, he left goosebumps wherever his mouth trailed.

“You know how to make a man feel good,” I breathed.

“Yeah?” Ade asked. And then that mouth was travelling again, to the back of my neck, and then trailing soft kisses down my spine. Thick, smooth fingers brushed against my arse and then pulled me apart as he sank to his knees onto the shower tray and licked a stripe from the back of my balls up to my hole. Ade used his tongue to bring me to whimpers as I leaned against the cold tile, spreading my legs to give him easier access as he fucked me with his tongue. Then one hand was gone for a second, and a bottle of conditioner clattered in front of me as a slicked-up finger penetrated me slowly.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” I groaned. But when Ade crooked his finger inside of me, I found myself suddenly caring about that a whole lot less.

“Come apart for me.” Ade had slid back up my back, his voice like honey in my ear as he pumped his finger in and out slowly. Then he added a second, and my poor, neglected cock jumped. I stroked myself slowly, just to give myself a little release.

“I’m tested. Clean,” he said. “You?”

“All tested. All clear,” I moaned as Ade found that spot again and again.

“You trust me to take you bare?” he asked.

“If you put it in right now, yes,” I said, salvaging what little wit I had left as he took me apart.

Ade leaned down and picked up the bottle of conditioner again, and seconds later the head of his thick cock was notched against my entrance. His hand slid over mine and held it to the wall as he pushed into me slowly. His other arm wrapped gently around my neck.

It had been a while for me, but the stretch and burn was welcome. Because with it came pleasure. And with Ade’s chest plastered against my back, he began to pull out and push back in. Slowly. Painfully slowly. If it weren’t for the shower washing evidence away, I was sure I would be visibly leaking. As it was, I had to move my hand away from my cock to stop myself from finishing.

Ade kissed at the junction between my neck and my shoulder, and I moved my head to give him more space to that sweet spot as he picked up the pace. He pounded into me over and over, gaining speed with his thrusts. The arm around my neck became a vise, and his teeth dug into my skin. As his momentum stuttered, I took myself back in hand and stroked myself. Ade’s hand over mine kept me anchored to the wall and to him.

“Fuck, Ade. I’m not going to last,” I said. He didn’t say a word in response, just picked up his pace even more. I could feel my orgasm building as he made me feel again and again, and then I was spilling all over my hand as Ade buried himself deep with a moan. It wasn’t until I came down from the high that I realised how hard he’d bitten into my neck.

“Whoops,” Ade said as he slid free. His fingers traced along the bite mark I couldn’t see but could feel. “I don’t normally…I’m normally pretty composed. But I needed you. I just…”

I turned gingerly to face him and kissed him deep, pulling him completely under the water with me. “That was amazing,” I whispered. Ade gave me a watery smile.

After cleaning up, we lay in bed for ages, kissing and touching and stroking one another. I had never felt so connected to anyone, despite the gulf that had been between us. I drifted in and out of sleep in his arms all morning, and we made small talk until the sun was over the mountains.

And then, snapping us from our reverie, my phone rang. It hadn’t rung in two days, and I’d ignored it even as Ade shot off calls, texts, and emails to different people in amongst everything we did.

I picked up the phone, still a little sex-drunk and giddy. “Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you?” It was the voice of my boss. Who I’d managed to completely forget about. From my job. Which I’d banished to the back of my mind.

“Oh, uhhh…” I coughed dramatically, and I felt Ade jump. “I’m…ugh, so sick. I tried calling in and…”

“I don’t need this bullshit, you’re out,”

“But…” I started. The phone line went dead before I could even make my case, whatever I’d been about to say. “Fuck!”

“What’s up?” Ade asked. His arms clasped around my chest and for a second, I just wanted to pretend this was my life. That I could just recline in the arms of a billionaire and not worry about the world around me. My rent, my bills and obligations and shitty flat could just be like leaves that blew away in the wind, inconsequential and unnecessary distractions from this life of luxury. But they weren’t. They couldn’t be.

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