Page 43 of Resist Me Not
Actually getting to take him in more than I could last night is… nice. Comforting. Arousing. All his lean lines and toned muscle. I’m fit but I’ve always had a bit of heft around my middle, some healthy love handles. The way Trey gave attention to that partof me like literal worship was also something new, something unique to him, when Curtis actually said to me once:
“Of course you’re hot. But you’d be smokin’ if you lost ten pounds.”
Prick.
That was one of the last straws before I told him I was done. Remembering that doesn’t make me glad he’s dead, but it does make me feel a little less guilty about it.
Trey’s pants drop, and he’s hard too. Fully erect without an ounce of shame, while I’m only half-mast. I was blindfolded when he had me suck him off. Seeing him in bright bathroom light all on display like this is enough to make my mouth water. It’s not just that he’s attractive. Plenty of guys are attractive. But he’s… a presence. He has this aura, and naked or clothed, smiling or staring me down like a challenge the way he is now, makes me want to drop right to my knees again.
I step out of the last of my clothes too.
Trey hums as he looks me over, like he’s never seen anything he wanted to devour more. “While I do appreciate your brilliance in this lighting, I think the evening calls for something more soothing.”
There’s a separate vanity light by the mirror. Trey turns it on and turns the main light off, dimming everything to a subtly romantic atmosphere. The heat from the water filling the tub is already steaming things up a bit.
Trey takes his phone from his pile of clothes and sets it by the sink. He starts some playlist or another for ambiance, and not even being in the water yet, I keep feeling better. And getting harder, just watching him, wondering what he’ll do next. What he’ll tell me to do.
“Still such a good boy, waiting for me to lead, hm?”
His voice saying ‘good boy’ again springs my cock up the rest of the way. “It’s really unfair how well you read me.”
“You don’t think you’re getting better at reading me?”
“Well, the currentwritingis pretty clear.” I nod at his impressively ramrod shaft.
He laughs with a low rumble.
I didn’t think my cock could get harder, but there it goes.
“Come on, let’s soak for a bit, shall we?” Trey holds out a hand as if to help me into the tub. I don’t need help, but I still take his hand and let him guide me.
Sinking into the warm water is literal bliss. I don’t know why I didn’t do this earlier. I showered, but my mind was too rattled to relax or think clearly. Trey climbs in after me and sinks down too. Our legs brush in the water but there is otherwise more than enough room for two, facing each other at opposite ends. The tap is on the wall between us, not behind either of our heads. Trey lets the water cover us a little more before he turns it off.
Between the water, the lighting, the music, and justTrey, somehow the bad things seem really far away, like they can’t exist in this room.
“This is really… nice,” I say with a shy flick of my eyes. It’s ridiculous that now I feel bashful, but the way Trey is looking at me is so soft. And we are both still hard. The water is clear, so it’s not like anything is hiding it. The water and his gaze are only building on the heat pooling in my gut.
“I’m glad. This is all I want from you, Walker. All I wantforyou. I am not used to feeling this way, and it is indeed really nice.”
He says it so adorably that I have to laugh. There is something different about him. Not just because I know more, but he is carrying himself differently. I think it’s the lack of the walls he must put up to keep people from knowing him too well. I didn’t even realize there were walls until seeing him without them.
Trey lifts a foot and brushes his toes along my ribs.
“Hey.” I grab it. “I’m ticklish.”
“I didn’t notice that last night.”
I try to tickle him on the bottom of his foot, but he doesn’t even flinch.
Naturally.
I ease the foot back into the water but keep my hand on it, stroking his skin.
“Iam,” I say, “but only right here.” I touch my other hand to that same spot on my ribs.
“Noted. I’ll be sure to avoid that then. Unless you enjoy a good tickle?”
“Not that kind.”
