His Saint (Forever Wilde 5)

Of course my eyes immediately landed on his bare ass. The same bare ass I may or may not have jacked off to that very morning. I closed my eyes again and stifled a groan. The man was beautiful. His body was lean and sleek like a cat, and his changeable personality only intensified my interest in him.

But if I was being honest, my interest at that point was being driven primarily by his ass. Just the idea of sliding my body into that tight heat had my cock perking up. I clenched my jaw in frustration. Couldn’t Neckie have sprung for individual shower stalls for fuck’s sake? Then I wouldn’t have had to try to rifle through my mental Rolodex of boner-killing images to save my boss from losing a client.

I reached a soapy hand down to stroke my cock under the guise of washing it. Ohhhh, fuckkk. Couldn’t the man just finish his shower and leave me in peace to finish myself off? It seriously wouldn’t take more than like five seconds at this rate.

I reached my other hand to pull on my sac and gritted my teeth as the feelings in my groin only intensified. Even though I was facing away from Augie, there was still no way I’d be able to hide my growing erection from him if I couldn’t get myself together.

Augie made a noise, and I turned to look over my shoulder. His head was tilted back, and his eyes were squeezed closed. He, too, was facing away, and both his hands were hidden in front of his body. Just the thought that he could be doing the same thing I was made my dick even harder.

Suddenly my brain flashed to Lanny and his warnings to me the other day in his office. I remembered how disappointed he’d been in me for being irresponsible with a client. And there I was contemplating stroking one off while I was ten feet away from another important client.

Jesusfuckingchrist, I was an asshole and an idiot.

After my dick deflated, I was left feeling like the lowest of scum. I quickly finished washing, wrapped a towel around my waist, and hurried out of the shower room without sparing another glance at Augie. As I made my way to my locker, I rolled my eyes at myself before sinking to the bench and dropping my head into my hands.

“Saint?” Augie’s soft voice came from directly in front of me. I raised my face to see him standing almost between my spread legs. The divots of worry were etched into his forehead as usual, and without his glasses, he looked deliciously sleepy.

“Hm?” My hands itched to pull the towel from his waist, to trace the path of water droplets down his chest, to reach around to cup his little ass and bring him close enough to bury my face in his front. I felt my breath come in quicker draws.

“Are you… do you like guys? I wasn’t really sure after last night…”

The question took me by surprise. I could see a deep blush mottling Augie’s neck and cheeks, but he had the strength to maintain eye contact with me while he waited for my response.

Instead of speaking it, I leaned toward him and rested my forehead against his flat belly, bringing my hands up to rest lightly on his hips.

“More than you can even imagine,” I whispered.

His fingers forked through my hair as his feet shuffled closer. The bulge of a hard cock was right below my face, pressing the towel toward me. It was so very tempting. And surprising, since I thought he wouldn’t be interested in the dumb-jock type. But maybe he was willing to slum it for a night.

I lifted my head up to meet his eyes. “I can’t stop watching you,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Both of his hands slid over my cheeks to cup the sides of my face. His fingers were slender and cool against my skin. “Why are you sorry? I can’t stop watching you either.”

“But you kind of have a girlfriend,” I said, because I’d second-guessed his declaration after seeing all the photos of the two of them together online. “And you’re my client.”

He came even closer and straddled me, placing one knee and then the other on the bench to either side of me. “I kind of have a fake girlfriend,” he said in a thick voice, settling his tight bum on my thighs. The towel opened enough for me to see the sleek, curved muscles of his inner thighs. My eyes begged to see farther up underneath the teasing towel.

“And you’re fired.”

Augie’s smiling lips brushed against mine before coming back for more. And more. And more.

I let him play around with our lips for a little while before bringing a hand up to cradle the back of his head and kissing him even deeper. Little moans of pleasure made their way out of his throat as my tongue explored his mouth. His hands held on to my shoulders for dear life, and his hips undulated, pushing his hard cock against my stomach.