Page 36 of Dust and Desire
A blush crept up his neck. “I... I actually don’t mind it. You smell like work. Like...” He ducked his head, embarrassed. “Like a man.”
Heat shot straight to my cock at his words, and I had to take a steadying breath. “Careful, beautiful. Keep talking like that and we’ll never make it to dinner. And I make a mean pasta.”
His blush deepened, but he didn’t look away. “Would that be so terrible?”
“No,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “But I want to cook for you. You deserve it.”
Something soft and vulnerable flickered in his eyes at my words. “I’ve never had a man cook for me before. Not like… this.”
“I hope you like Italian then,” I said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “But first, that shower.” I gave him a wink. “Don’t spy on me now.”
My words hung between us, loaded with possibility and a dare. I watched as Dustin’s pupils dilated, his breathing growing shallow.
“I...” he started, then swallowed hard. “I’ll try not to.”
“Come here,” I said, grabbing his hand. I dropped my bags on the counter before pulling him to the bathroom. Pushing the door wide open, I placed him in the doorway. “You just stand right there andwatch.”
I began to undress slowly, watching Dustin’s face as I unbuttoned my shirt. His eyes followed my every movement, widening as I revealed more skin, his breath hitching with want. When I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, his breath caughtaudibly.
“See something you like?” I teased, my fingers moving to my belt buckle.
He nodded, seemingly unable to speak, his gaze fixed on my hands. I took my time with the belt, sliding it through the loops with deliberate slowness before tossing it aside. The button of my jeans came next, then the zipper, the sound impossibly loud in the small bathroom.
“You can still look away,” I said softly, though I hoped he wouldn’t.
“I don’t want to,” he whispered, his voice dripping with desire.
I pushed my jeans down my hips, stepping out of them with as much grace as I could manage in the small space. Standing there in just my boxers, I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, hot and hungry against my skin.
“Last chance,” I warned, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear.
Dustin leaned against the doorframe, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Don’t stop.”
With one smooth motion, I pushed my boxers down, freeing my already half-hard cock. Dustin’s sharp intake of breath was all the confirmation I needed that he appreciated the view.
“The shower’s all yours,” he said, gesturing weakly toward the stall.
I stepped under the spray, letting the hot water cascade over my dirt-streaked skin. Through the clear glass door, I could see Dustin still watching, his blue eyes raking over my body.
“You know,” I called over the sound of the water, “I was a little worried you wouldn’t want to see me again after last night. You’ve been so shy, and I thought maybe I overwhelmed you.
Dustin hesitated, chewing his lower lip in that way that drove me crazy. Then, he seemed to snap out of it, his gaze meeting mine once more.
“Last night was w-wonderful,” he said, clearly embarrassed. Although I’m not sure if it was because of my nakedness or theconversation. “I thought you… well you weren’t here when I woke up and…
“You thought I tapped that and ran off?” I laughed, my voice echoing off the tile.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Sorry to disappoint you,” I smiled, turning toward deliberately him as I soaped up my cock. “But you’re too beautiful to hit it and quit it in one night.”
Dustin went beet red in an instant. He tried to stay focused on my eyes in a vain attempt to be modest, but his gaze dropped to my dick every other second. Then I decided to turn around and began soaping up my ass. But this time he could watch with reckless abandon. He might’ve been giving me big bottom vibes, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t like the view. Besides, his cock was too beautiful not to ride at least once when I got the chance.
I spent the next five minutes teasing him in silence before I finally rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. He handed me a towel which I wrapped as low on my waist as it could go. Then, without putting on any of the clothes I’d brought with me, I grabbed his hand and headed for the kitchen. But not before I glanced down at the thick cock pressed against his jeans and a growing wet spot from his excitement. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself.
“Five years ago, I was working on a farm out in Georgia for an older Italian man,” I said, letting go of Dustin’s hand and getting to work in the kitchen. Everything I needed was in my bag and Dustin was so organized that finding pots and utensils was a cinch. I set to work cooking as I told my story in nothing but a towel, enjoying the heat flushing in Dustin’s cheeks at my state of undress.
“He was a nice man,” I continued. “He’d moved down from New Jersey in the late nineties and had built himself a little farm where he grew the most beautiful tomatoes and more herbs than I thought I’d ever see in my lifetime. He was by himself, so he needed help keeping up with things and working the farmer’s market.” I glanced over atDustin as I put the water on the stove to boil with a handful of salt. I flipped on the small oven as well to preheat. “And he was an incredible lover.”
