“Good one.” I rolled my eyes. “Okay, well, let me go so I can get one step closer to conquest.”
Aaron’s laughter was like music to my ears.
“You are so corny sometimes. Don’t talk to him if you’re going to say things like that! By the way, do you think he’s a top?”
“I’ll tell you in the morning. Bye, honey!”
Aaron was right, I thought as I pulled into my parking spot in front of my condo. If I didn’t call—I looked at the paper again—Justin now, I probably wouldn’t. I dialed the number he gave me, left my address and the message that I’d expect him no later than ten thirty. Feeling a sudden burst of energy, I practically skipped to my front door and ran to my master bath to shower the stress of my long day away while I waited for my gentleman caller.
As the steamy hot water sluiced over my skin, I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of all thoughts of work. It’s all I had done for almost three months. I barely saw my friends, and I hadn’t been to visit my family in Virginia at all. My sister lived in the city, so I did see her a couple of times, but I missed everyone back home. I decided I’d visit this weekend. I’d call my mom in the morning. I picked up the soap and laughed at myself. I had a booty call coming my way within the hour, and I was thinking about going home. That wouldn’t do. I closed my eyes and tried to conjure an image that was more appropriate.
The thought of touching another man’s skin was enough to make me hard. To run my hands over his hard, smooth chest, stopping to take each nipple in hand and pull hard enough just to excite before my hands resumed a downward journey. I swallowed and wrapped my hand around my own hard flesh. I thought of resting my hands on his hips for a moment before I reached down to cup his beautiful hot ass. My fingers itched at the thought of tracing his crack. I could almost hear him moan, although I knew it was my own voice. I could feel the frenzied fire build inside of me, and I knew my hands would be everywhere in an attempt to touch and taste every bit of my lover at once. I would lick and suck at his beautiful broad chest until my knees weakened and I had no choice but to fall at his feet and finally touch and taste the rock hard perfection between his legs. I would look up, hoping to receive his permission and approval. And I would see…Peter Morgan’s intense gaze meeting my own before he took firm grasp of my hair and moved me forcibly toward his weeping cock.
My eyes sprang open. Peter? What the fuck? I heard a bell ringing somewhere, and all at once I came back to reality.
Shit! I turned off the water, jumped out of the shower, and dried my body haphazardly before giving up. I tied the towel around my waist and made my way, half-naked, to answer my front door. I was moving on instinct alone. A bell rings, you answer it, or at least check the peephole or caller ID and decide whether or not to bother. I was shaken in a way that was hard to put into words. I was completely aroused and more than just a little horny, but the fact that Peter Morgan, the man I detested more than any other on the planet, should figure at all in any fantasy of mine, somehow rattled me.
My hand was shaking as I approached the front door. At the last second, I remembered I was a city boy now and needed to check to see who was on the other side. It was the server from the restaurant. Justin. I swallowed and wondered if I should open the door. This wasn’t like me. Not by a long shot. I have plenty of friends who wouldn’t think twice about picking up a guy and doing the dirty without knowing much more than their name, if they even bothered to ask that question. I wasn’t that guy. Tonight was an anomaly. It was out of character that I even went back into the restaurant, giving Justin the opportunity to give me his number, let alone actually calling the number. It was a testimony to how out of sorts I was since this project began. Peter Morgan’s impossibly handsome face immediately sprang to mind, and I realized how damn hard I still was from my shower fantasy time. The towel around my waist was no match for my straining member. So I did something I hadn’t done in a very long time, I opened the door to a perfect stranger.
Justin stood on my front porch with his hands stuffed in his pockets. It made him look even more like a college student. His curly, dark hair was windblown. He lifted his hand to push it back from his eyes and flashed me a bright smile. I smiled in return. He was cute, and I had him by at least three inches and twenty pounds. I could take him on if I had to. I stood back and held the door for him to enter.
“Hey. I…. It’s cool if you changed your mind. I don’t live far from here and….” Justin stopped in his tracks as he turned to face me and realized for the first time that I was wearing a towel that barely hid my hard-on and nothing else. I heard his audible gulp and silently congratulated myself for keeping up a diligent workout routine.