Before I could fully take in his words or figure out how to respond, James was on his knees, taking my dick into his mouth.
It almost ripped me in half. The wet heat of him around my cock, the feel of him nearly pulling an orgasm from me with the first touch. The sight of him, his huge, muscled body still clothed as he knelt before me, moving one hand up and over my belly and chest, squeezing my ass with the other.
I was the one who did that. I serviced. I didn’t get served.
As he moved over my dick, he swept his tongue up the underside, making me cry out. “James. Stop. Stop.”
He pulled back and looked up at me. The sight of his tilted-up face, beautiful lips, saliva running from the corner of his mouth into his beard, was an image I could use for a thousand orgasms to come.
“You’ve gotta stop. I’m about to come.” It had been a twenty-second blowjob, and I was about to cream like it was my first time. Shame washed through me again. “Sorry.”
“Can you come again later while I’m fucking you?”
There weren’t words for that. I nodded.
James didn’t wait. He engulfed my cock again, and within two bobs of his head, I cried out for a second time and began to shoot my load. I tried to pull out, but he dug his hands into either side of my ass and forced me deeper into his mouth. He didn’t release me until every drop of cum was swallowed and my cock began to soften.
He pulled back and looked up at me again and sighed. “Thank you for that.”
Thank me? Me?
He rose and kissed me, a short one this time. He began to unbutton his flannel shirt. “You still good to keep going? Some guys change their minds after they come.”
Changed their minds? With him? They needed to be shot. “Yes, I want to keep going. If you do.”
“Oh, I do.”
I couldn’t say what it was. It wasn’t just the words or the sound of his voice, or even the look of genuine lust in his eyes. I don’t even think it was the combo of the three. But whatever it was, I could feel the truth of it. James wanted me. I didn’t understand why, but I knew he did. And I knew it was different from how Philip and many others wanted me. It didn’t make me feel dirty or fetishized. I felt wanted. And even if it was just true for the next hour, it was enough. And it changed something in me. Gave me confidence with James I’d never felt with anyone before.
I reached out and took over unbuttoning his shirt. “Here, I want to do that.”
I took my time but didn’t belabor it either. I let myself enjoy every additional inch of his exposed body as I released the buttons, allowing my gaze and hands to explore. The tan skin, the thick pelt of salt-and-pepper hair that covered his bulging chest, shoulders, and arms. The firm belly. Not much smaller than mine, but not soft like mine.
And then I was thumbing the tip of his protruding erection from the waistband of his jeans, releasing the button and zipper of his fly, and pulling down his pants and underwear in one long, smooth motion. I didn’t even hesitate to wrap my hand around his massive, veiny cock, shove my face into his thick bush of pubes, and breathe in. Clean with a hint of male. Perfect.
* * *
Normally when I got fucked, I barely noticed the pleasure of it if I allowed any other position than doggy style. But James had me on the bed on my back, knees spread wide as he fucked me. He ran his hands over my pushed-up belly, then leaned down and kissed me. He was tall enough that he was able to keep fucking me as he wrapped an arm around the back of my neck and brought my head up and kissed me. Only a little faster than he had in the elevator, but deeper this time. His tongue filling my mouth in the perfect way to match how his cock filled my ass.
* * *
An hour later, I still lay in his arms, my head on his chest, running my fingers through the hair on his belly. Maybe it was silly to feel. Maybe because I was forty-five and sex with a near stranger was the reason, but whatever. I was happier than I’d ever been in my life. I knew the sensation would fade. That James would get up and leave soon. That this was a one-time gig.
I was okay with that. All of it.
I’d given up longing for a moment like this years and years ago.
James running his fingers through my hair nearly lulled me to sleep when his body flinched and he stiffened.
“What is it?” I angled my face, trying to see his. He was looking over at the bedside table.
“Did you film us?” There was a tone I’d not heard from him. Part shock, part anger. He sat up, causing me to fall awkwardly off his chest before I could readjust my balance. “I can’t believe you’d do that.”
“What? Why—” I managed to sit up in bed and noticed what he’d seen. My webcam was propped on top of a pile of books angled directly at the bed. Shit. “No. James, I didn’t. I wasn’t. I promise.”
Not listening to me, he reached across the bed and ripped the webcam off the pile of books. He held it out to me. “Then what’s this?”
I grabbed the cord dangling from the webcam and pulled it across the bed so the end of the USB input dragged across the sheets. “It’s not plugged in. See? I must have forgotten and left it here after filming yesterday.”
“You weren’t filming?” He glared at the cord, then looked at me, his expression softening. “Sorry. I thought…. That actually happened to me once. Years ago. I thought…. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s understandable. I’m sorry I gave you a fright.” That was so not how I’d wanted our time together to end. At least his anger seemed to be fading.
He narrowed his eyes at the webcam again. “You were filming in your bed? Do you do webcam shows or something? That’s kinda hot.”
“God no!” The thought of that! I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I’m not broadcasting myself jacking off or anything. Like anyone would want to see….” I realized what I was saying and let the words trail off. There was that look of pity again. How I hated that. I plunged ahead quickly. Better to have him judge me for what I was really doing instead of feeling sorry for the fat loser who…. “I make Buffy the Vampire Slayer videos.” I motioned to the living room as if James could see through the bedroom wall. “With Angel and Spike. On the show, they were the two vampires in love with Buffy. I recreate scenes from the show with my hamsters, and when I need a big graveyard scene, I set it up on the bed.”
James just stared at me. I couldn’t tell if he didn’t believe me or was blown away by my geek level. “You make Buffy movies with your hamsters?”
I nodded. “Yeah, something like that. It’s called Buffy and Her Teddy Bear Vampire Lovers.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. We have over fifty thousand subscribers.” I was actually pretty proud of that fact, but the number didn’t seem to mean anything to James.
Still he inspected me. Slowly a grin grew over his face. “You really are serious, aren’t you?” His gaze wandered over the bed, and his smile widened. He chuckled softly. “I can just see you in here, miniature headstones, your little guys wandering around.” His eyes grew wide, and he looked at me again. “The vampire you got tonight. Will you use him in the show?”
I nodded. “Most of my toys are used in the show. I’ve got all the Buffy characters, so they all show up except for the actual Angel and Spike, of course. I also do some original stuff instead of just recreating the original episodes. Like sometimes they have to save mermaids, or Angel goes all dark and eats a centaur or whatever. Fans seem to really like—” I realized I was rambling and shut up.
James’s smile was huge by this point. “I wanna see.”
“What?” I flinched.
“I want to see. I want to see an episode of”—he snickered—“Buffy and Her Teddy Bear Vampire Lovers.”
“No.” I shook my head, and a feeling of horror poured over me. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on. Please.” He crossed his arms over his chest, making the muscles pop. “I’m not leaving till I get to see.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “
You think that’s a threat?”
His smile softened as he unfolded his arms and reached up to palm my cheek again. “You really are the most adorable man.”
Normally being called adorable would’ve triggered every one of my issues. With James I just wanted him to say it again.
He kissed me quickly. Too quickly for my taste. “Go get your computer.” He smiled like an idea just hit him. He started to get out of bed. “You get the computer and I’ll get a couple of beers out of your fridge. Meet me back in bed in no less than two minutes.”
* * *
I was wrong before when I said I’d never been happier than after getting fucked by James. Well, not wrong. That was the happiest I’d ever been. I guess the truth of it is I got even happier less than half an hour later.
I discovered heaven as we sat in bed, the blanket over our laps, James’s arm over my shoulder, me constantly moving my hand over his hairy chest and belly. Both of us drinking beer. Watching endless episodes of Buffy and Her Teddy Bear Vampire Lovers on the computer positioned on pillows in James’s lap. The snow falling outside the bedroom window. Yeah. Completely happy.
Three
Philip pointed to the office calendar. “Five more days. Can you make it, daddy bear?”
I glowered at him, but my heart wasn’t in it. Being a daddy bear didn’t seem as repugnant as it had only a few short days ago. Even if Philip meant it in a way I didn’t like. “A person can stand anything for five days.”
“Oh, that’s deep, Brian. Deep.” He raised his eyebrows at me.
“What?”
“That is. A person can stand anything for five days? Really? No diatribe about the evils of Christmas? No bitching about the music? You’re not even going to lecture about catching me riding Santa’s cock a little bit ago?”
I shuddered. “Philip, I don’t want to ever remember that visual again if I can keep from it, much less talk about it. If I didn’t hate Christmas before, I would now.”
He scoffed. “Hmm. I don’t believe it. Your heart isn’t in your hate. I almost think I smell Christmas cheer on you.”
“Shut up!” I tossed one of the towels I was moving into a hamper at his head.
He screamed and ducked. The towel smacked him on the face with a wet slap. “Gross. Brian, you don’t know whose cum is on here!”
I didn’t actually mean to hit him. Since when had I gotten decent aim? “Not like you care anyway. I’ve never seen you turn down cum.”
He halted, then shrugged. “Just because you’re not wrong, doesn’t make you not a bitch.”
I laughed and turned back to the towels. He was kinda right, as much as I hated to admit it. I wasn’t a Christmas convert by any means, but for the past three days, it all seemed to annoy me less. I’d received a Christmas miracle. The thing couldn’t be all bad.
True, I hadn’t heard anything from James since he left the following morning, but I hadn’t expected to. I hadn’t expected any part of it. Not the sex, his sweetness to me, him ending up falling asleep and staying the night. It was more than I ever thought I’d have. Sure, I wanted more of it. Just like cake; you didn’t want to stop at one piece. But a night with James? That wasn’t just a piece. That was the whole cake.
The door chime sounded. I glanced over at Philip.
He nodded. “Sure, I’ll get it.” There was a pause as he crossed to the window. “Oh, it’s you. Uhm, can I get your ID and membership card, please?”
“Actually”—at the sound of James’s voice, I dropped the towels in the hamper—“do you mind if he checks me in?”
I turned to find both James and Philip looking at me. James with that crooked smile, and Philip with his eyes bugged out and his mouth hanging open.
As I walked toward them, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. My heart was about to beat out of my chest at the sight of him, but there was a sting too. How had I not foreseen this? Sure, Denver had two bathhouses, but did I really expect him to switch to the other one because I worked here? I couldn’t be feeling jealous. That was just stupid. I had no reason to feel jealous.
I focused on making my voice calm and normal, and to my surprise, it was. “Hey. It’s good to see you, James.”
“You too. Listen, I’m sorry about….” His gaze flicked over to Philip.
I glanced toward him as well and started to speak, but he didn’t give me the chance.
He raised his hands in surrender. “I know, I know. Get lost, Philip. Go clean some rooms.” As he turned and walked out the door, he shot me a wink.
I looked back at James once the door closed. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I swear he looked like he wanted to touch me. “I was trying to say that I was sorry for rushing out so quickly the other morning. I hadn’t planned on spending the night anywhere when I went to The Wizard’s Chest, and I was supposed to meet Claire and everyone at Snooze for breakfast. As it was, I arrived about fifteen minutes late.”
I nearly asked who Claire was. Probably daughter or ex-wife. It didn’t matter. Wasn’t my business. “It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to spend the night at all. It was a nice surprise. I’m thankful for what I got.”
I meant it in a genuine way, but that look of pity crossed his face again. “Well, I would’ve called, but we didn’t exchange numbers, and I’ve been too busy to stop by.”
“It really is okay. I wasn’t upset.”
“Good.”
He looked nervous. It was a strange look on him. Then I realized why. He needed to get into the bathhouse and probably expected me to break down crying while I checked him in. Pity or not, I wasn’t that pathetic.
I forced a smile through the sting my words caused. “I don’t need your ID, obviously, but I do still need to swipe your membership card.”
James furrowed his brow. “What?”
“Your membership card.” I motioned to the locked door. “So I can buzz you in.”
“Brian, I didn’t come here to get into the bathhouse.”
My heart leapt in hope. At least that’s what it felt like the second before I smashed it down. “You didn’t?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Although”—James cocked his head, and his crooked smile came back—“if you wanted to join me, I could be persuaded.”
Join him? “Uhm, I can’t. I’m working.”
“Well, then, I for sure don’t want in.” He leaned closer to the window, the mischievous look vanishing, and he suddenly sounded nervous again. “I actually came here to ask you out on a date.”
I froze. Though it took me several tries, I finally found my voice, though not many words. “A date?”
“Yeah. You know, like where I take you to dinner. Or a movie or something. Then we end up at one of our places.”
And the hope came back so strong I couldn’t push it down, even if I’d wanted to. And I didn’t want to. I also didn’t want to get teary either, but I felt very much in danger of that happening.
“You wanna take me on date?”
“Yes. I do. Tomorrow night.” He tapped a finger on the safety glass between us. I’d forgotten it was there. “What do you say, Brian? Do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”
“Yes!” The word burst from me like an explosion of dynamite. And it blew away any chance of me playing it cool. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Yes. I’d love to go on a date with you tomorrow night.”
His smile looked happy and a bit relieved. Did he actually think I might say no? “Great. So tomorrow I’ll—”
“Oh shit. No. I can’t go on a date.”
He flinched. “You can’t?”
“No. At least not tomorrow. I work the evening shift again tomorrow.”
He looked relieved again. “Oh. Well—”
“Yes, you idiot, go on the date!”
Startled, I turned around and saw Philip in the window between the office and bathhouse. He shrugged. “So I was eavesdropping. Sue me.”
I heard James chuckle through the safety glass.
/> Philip pointed at me like he was scolding a child, then pointed at James. “When a man like that asks you on a date, you say yes, you moron. And if you’re working, then you quit your damned job and go on the date.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I can’t quit my job, moron. I kinda need the money.”
He rolled his eyes right back at me. “Of course you don’t need to quit your job, moron. I work in the morning. I’ll switch shifts with you.”
“You will?” Yep. The tears were threatening again.
“Oh my God, Brian. Of course I will. Now turn back around and tell that hot, hairy daddy that you’ll go on a date before he realizes what a freak you are and changes his mind.”
I turned back around, and James was grinning from ear to ear. “I like that one.”
“Yeah, he’s not all bad.”
He leaned closer once more and lowered his voice to that low, rumbling level. “So dinner tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up at your place at six?”
Four
Picking out what to wear was a nightmare. I didn’t have nice work clothes and for sure didn’t have date clothes. I decided to wear my Buffy the Vampire Slayer T-shirt. It was a collector’s item, and I’d only worn it once. One look in the mirror changed my mind. It was also fifteen years old. Apparently I was a bit smaller the one time I wore it. Instead I opted for a black T-shirt and corduroy pants.
I’d barely changed when a knock sounded on my door. As I unlocked the deadbolt, I suddenly wondered if I should have put on a Christmas outfit. It was Christmas in four days.
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