Passed the test. “Less competition. Greater room for expansion,” Chris answered the earlier question.
“Well, whatever the reason, we’re glad you’re here.” Carla said. “We’ve got something special for you tonight.”
“Very special,” Nina said.
“Can’t wait.” Chris heard the distinct sound of a shower running and darted a glance toward the office. “So the seedling?” he asked.
“After tonight,” Doreen promised. “But now you should get yourself fixed up. I have the caterers at the house working, but you know how they are-constantly wandering without direction. Come on, girls. We have a lot to celebrate tonight.”
“Amen to that,” Carla whooped.
The thought of Vin’s incredible body slicked with hot water distracted him. Part of his brain still worked, though, and Chris hooted a pathetic cheer. Right about now, the bathroom lighting would glisten of his muscles. Vin could be soaping up his rock-hard cock. Pain shot to Chris’ groin. “Ow! Fuck!”
“Aw, honey, take some Midol and lay down for a few minutes. We’ll get out of your hair.”
Chris didn’t know which of the women had spoken. Didn’t care either. His brain and his cock had one thing in mind-had two things in mind. Taking off the damn pantyhose and finding a way to fuck Vin.
He barely got the door shut but already, he hauled up his skirt and tucked it into the front waistband. Chris reached inside the mesh death-trap-for-males and freed his junk. “Okay boys, let’s see what Chef Vincent’s cooking up in the shower.”
Kicking off his flats, he sauntered toward the hall bathroom. Time to settle up, Vin.
Chris eased into the bathroom through billowing steam. He could easily see Vin through the glass encased shower block. With hands pressed to the wall as though holding it up, Vin hung his head and let the water beat between his shoulder blades.
Rivulets formed translucent snakes on his back and over his perfect, round ass. Vin groaned, rolling to his back on the adjacent tile. He lifted and rested the back of his head on the wall, eyes closed, letting the spray touch every part of his front.
Vin’s cock strained upward, taking the insignificant pelting of water on its rigid length and shone with the same reflected light as its owner. An uninvited voyeur, Chris couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sheer beauty of Vin’s form, the composite of the man whose dry humor and hard body stole Chris’ breath and filled his thoughts.
What had last night meant to Vin? Had he used Chris to satisfy his libido and knew that he’d be willing, or did it open the door for something else? Vin had flirted more with the three growers than he had with Chris.
Seeing Vin exposed, vulnerable in his shower as he rested against the cold tile, Chris felt inadequate to the need. Inadequate and disposable.
Chris willed himself to say something so Vin knew he had company. Desire to join him in the shower, even fully dressed, and take Vin’s dick in his mouth lost to fear. Will and desire battled, holding his voice silent and staying his feet.
Inevitably, Vin took his full cock in hand, rubbing up and down the length. He barely strangled off the end of a groan when he thumbed his slit. Eyes still closed, he reached between his legs and fondled the drawn skin of his scrotum. He lifted and rolled them in his palm and up against the base of his shaft.
Chris chest ached and he realized he’d been holding his breath. He could almost feel the ticklish, waking nerves began their ache. His own body sympathetically tingled. Chris reached into the restrictive mesh to pick up Vin’s rhythm, to make it his own.
Vin teased himself with feathery strokes to the underside of his engorged cock, like he had with Chris. Dark and deep from his gut, an involuntary groan slipped from Chris’ lips. He didn’t care if Vin heard him. Vin already knew he wanted him.
He flicking his gaze upward. Vin’s slitted, glittering gaze trained on him. Watching Chris watch him.
Vin’s soft, quickening pants escalated. Soon. Vin would come soon.
He devoured every nuance of Vin’s excitement as it built, from corded neck and flexed body, to the pump and twist of Vin’s fist around his gorgeous cock, his excitement escalating when Vin swept from base to crown, jerking faster.
Chris groaned wordlessly, parting his lips, giving Vin a visual to imagine as he seamlessly pumped his cock. Vin’s seemed to take the invitation, locking his gaze on Chris’ open mouth. His expression burned with arousal.
“Come for me, damn it. Lose control,” Chris pleaded, feeling his own orgasm advancing.
Vin pumped his hips into his fist, grunting as he stroked harder, faster.
“More, Vin,” Chris commanded. “Because I’d fuck you harder than that.”
Vin bellowed as thick, ropey cum shot into the falling water.
Chris let himself go, gasping as orgasmic jets shot from his cock in answer.
Sluggishly, reluctantly, Vin pushed away from the tile, glancing at Chris before turning his face and body into the shower. He blew out, sending droplets flying, then twisted the nozzles until the steady drum ceased. Vin shook back his hair. He opened the glass closure and dripped his way over to Chris.
He touched Chris’ cheek, descended in cautious gradients to cover his mouth. Droplets hit Chris’ face. Chris didn’t care. They transferred from Vin’s body to his like smaller wet kisses.
Vin’s moist lips smoothed and warmed before retreating.
“Earlier, in the living room, that was about the tucking?” Vin asked.
The near kiss. He’d been thinking about it in the shower? God, Chris hoped so. He needed encouragement. Needed to know their mutual attraction didn’t come about by libidinous necessity but mutual desire.
“Yeah,” Chris said, hoping Vin understood the full implications of the confession.
Vin traced Chris’ bottom lip with his thumb. This close, the telltale signs of a hidden smile couldn’t be ignored, and Chris wondered how many times his sexy partner had masked his true feelings-feelings that would put Chris out of his misery, or create more.
“I turned you on,” Vin said, his voice taking a husky edge. “Before I even kissed you, it turned you on knowing I would.”
Yep, Vin understands the full implications of that confession.
“Turned me on? Turned? For a detective, you can be really dense,” Chris chided.
Say it back to me, Vin. Tell me I turn you on, too. Tell me this isn’t a one-sided deal and you want me around like I want you around.
“Good.” Vin moved away, reached for his towel.
“Right. Good,” Chris repeated, shaking his head. Fuck that hurt. Might as well have said thanks for the yank off duet, let’s find some chicks.
“Never seen a woman jack-off,” Vin teased. “But I think your legging-things are shot to hell.”
Chris didn’t need to look. He could feel the cool, sticky cum smashed between his dick and the hosiery. He pressed his glossed lips together.
He’d smudged some on Vin. Didn’t think he’d tell him though.
But lip-gloss meant Chris hadn’t changed out of drag. Wig tape irritated his hairline and the fucking bra pinched. He must have been a sight walking in with the front of his skirt tucked out of the way and his falsies jiggling while he fucked his fist and drooled. It was a damn miracle Vin had been able to get off once he’d laid eyes on Chris.
“I gotta go get ready.” Chris didn’t think he could hang around any longer, waiting for an admission that wouldn’t come. He paused just outside. “I’m in with the ladies. They’ve accepted the cover. It looks like they’ve got something special planned for Christy tonight, so I’m going to put on the wire and call in.”
“That’s good.”
Chris huffed, wincing over the overused word. “Yeah, it’s all good, isn’t it? I’ll catch ya later,” he said, not caring if Vin heard his disappointment.