Page 2 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
Yikes, did I make a noise? Zeke was really laying his bites on thick; I totally was, wasn’t I? Could Spin hear the wet glide of Zeke’s tongue on my neck or the sucking noises?
Shit, I should really make a conscious effort not to sexually harass Spinny before he boots me off to some other agent who I don’t really want to talk to. If I have to listen to someone else drone on, I’ll just go through the damn online portal and figure it out myself.
“Sorry, Spin. What can you give me?”
His sigh is accompanied by what sounds like rustling bags and muttered words that I’m fairly sure aren’t for me.
“Is a smack to the back of the head an appropriate answer?”
I chuckle, finally forcing myself to roll off the bed to get started on the rest of my day.
“Aren’t these calls recorded for ‘assurance purposes’ or however that whole spiel goes?”
“Mr. Ashford.”Ah, there’s the amused exasperation.I hear it again in my head with that same tone, only it’s spoken by the rich, smooth voice of a faceless boy who slings an arm around my shoulder and calls me by my first name.
Not someone I need to be thinking about. I shake it off and focus on the real, breathing person on the phone and not a ghost from my past.
“Go on, Spinny. I’m listening.”
“I can get you out on Friday if that’s not too short notice.” I don’t miss the sharp way the last two words come out. “Or you can wait two weeks and skip over the rush fee I’ll be putting on your account.”
I take care of my bathroom business, covering the phone while I piss because I’m a gentleman, and reach for my toothbrush with the phone squashed between my ear and shoulder.
“A rush fee, Spinny? You wound me.”
I hear the clicking of the keyboard, and then a ding from my laptop on the other side of the apartment.
“That’s the rush fee, isn’t it?”
“Indeed it is, sir.”
I shiver, and not in a good way. I’ve always hated being called sir. Mr. Ashford isn’t much better, but me, Dex Ashford, in a position of authority?
No, thank you.
As we go over the rest of the itinerary Spin’s built, Zeke steps into the doorframe fully dressed and keys in hand to head out to the club he frequents. I’ve only been once, and while there are parts of the club that appeal to me, I don’t think I’m anywhere near kinky enough for those types of people.
Oh yeah, and by club I meankink club.
Zeke’s eyes immediately ping to my naked waist, and the low growl that rolls out of his mouth has my cock hardening, only growing thicker under his gaze.
I turn my back so I’m not tempted to watch him eye-fuck me, so I can focus and not be distracted by my dick for five goddamn minutes.
Which is a whole hell of a lotta no fun, but I can hold off. It’s not like I’m a sex addict or anything.
Once Spin has it all laid out for me, I quickly confirm, agree to all of his ridiculous fees—only because I’m horny as fuck, so maybe Iama little bit of a sex addict—and hang up without my usual flirty conversation ender.
I’ve got over six feet of tall, dark, and handsome behind me, staring at my ass like it’s the treasure trove in an all you can eat buffet.
We’re never getting out of this damn room.
Zekeaskedmeoncewhy I’ve never taken pictures of the two of us in bed the way I do for my private photography and camming site, and the truth is, it’s just a little too personal. I might post some downright filthy, erotic images, but they’re always either solo or with strangers, and always,alwaysstaged.
Zeke is my friend; and sure, he’s someone I fool around with, but he’s also the only person in my life who will put up with my bitching and moaning about my job.
Aw, poor Dex, gets to have sex and post risqué photos on the internet for a living. Feel sorry for him.
Even though—no—I don’t have as much sex as it looks. I don’t have to give the twenty-minute blowjob to get a picture of cum on my tongue and some guy’s dick in my hand. He’s more than capable of getting himself there while I set the equipment up.
