Page 15 of Gin & Sin (Last Call #2)

FIFTEEN

KIT

Damn, it’s hot.

I stir, attempting to kick off the blankets, but it doesn’t take me long to realize the source of the furnace. Stewart, in all his morning glory with a tangled mess of hair and a slack jaw, clings to me like plastic wrap.

The sight of him, comfortable and peaceful, stirs an emotion in me that I can’t quite name. It’s not unpleasant though. Just the opposite, in fact.

It’s been a long-ass time since I woke up in someone else’s bed, and I don’t hate it. But I am hot and my bladder is nagging me for some relief. As carefully as possible, I peel Stewart’s body off mine and creep into the bathroom. Ahhh. There’s nothing like a morning piss.

After taking care of that, I wash my hands and splash water on my face before rinsing my mouth. I need coffee, but I wouldn’t mind slipping back into bed with Stewart. When I exit the bathroom, he’s not there anymore.

I grab my briefs and shimmy them on before walking out to find him. He’s in the kitchen, leaning on the counter while a pot of coffee brews. He looks a little dazed or spaced out.

“You okay?”

He startles, turning to face me with a small gasp that quickly fades into a soft smile. “Morning.”

“Hey. All good?”

He nods as his cheeks flush pink. He looks different in the morning, with a thick scruff on his face and glasses perched on his nose.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“I prefer my contacts.” He huffs, shifting his weight so his hip is leaning against the counter. “Kind of. I sort of don’t like sticking a foreign object in my eye every day, but the glasses irritate me too. I get overstimulated sometimes and the feeling of something on my face is too much.”

I nod, walking slowly toward him. The kitchen isn’t big at all, and based on Lowen’s constant design chatter, I’d say it’s a little dated, but it’s cozy and I like it.

“Well, you look good both ways.”

“Thanks, Kit. I’m making coffee. Obviously. I’m sort of useless until I get that first hit.”

“Same.” I lean on the tiny island opposite him.

He’s close enough that I can touch him, so I do, sliding my hand up and down his bare side. He’s bare assed, his soft cock hanging temptingly between his legs, his delicious flesh on full, tantalizing display.

“Actually, you’re pretty fucking hot in the morning.”

He scoffs, but ends up laughing. “Gotta keep up with you.”

“You definitely do. How was last night for you?”

He stretches a little, lengthening his torso as he twists his neck back and forth. “Can’t complain about a hot guy climbing into my bed and getting me off in the middle of the night.” His eyes soften. “Thank you. Yesterday was a revelation.”

“Yeah? You liked it?”

He nods.

“Which parts? Be specific.”

I notice the way his breath hitches slightly and he sways just a bit. “I was actually thinking about that as I waited for the coffee. What specific piece of it did it for me. I think it was the anticipation of what you would do. The curiosity of it. Maybe even…” He pauses, biting his bottom lip for a second. “The obedience.”

“You liked being told what to do? Or did you like being told you were mine?”

“Both.” Stewart’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “It was really hot.”

“I feel like you have more to say.”

He nods, glancing down for a second before meeting my gaze. “There’s a lot of stuff in my head, you know? All the times I’ve imagined what being with a guy would feel like, it wasn’t anything like this. Giving myself to it completely is…” He exhales slowly, scratching his chin. “I guess liberating is the best word I can think of. There’s this expectation between men and women. Sure, there’s always exceptions, but it’s considered unusual for the man to be submissive to the woman. At least, in my generation. Maybe it happens more than I know and guys just aren’t talking about it, but what we see on TV and movies is the man is the one in charge.”

I nod, waiting quietly while Stewart pulls two mugs from the cabinet and fills them.

“Cream or sugar?”

“Black is okay.”

He smiles, handing me a mug and gesturing toward the small breakfast nook. He cradles his mug, inhaling and blowing on the hot liquid before continuing.

“There’s something about letting go of all that.” His voice is soft and even kind of distant as he speaks. “It’s like shedding a skin that never quite fit anyway. I can’t tell you how good it feels just to experience things with you. There’s a me inside I never knew. That guy wants to do whatever you tell me because I know it’ll pay off in a big way.”

My cock stirs slightly, but more importantly, I feel for him. He’s experiencing a whole new side of himself and it’s gotta be both exhilarating and uncomfortable.

“It means a lot that I get to be part of it. You’re an incredibly sexy man, and you’re sweet too.”

He fights back a smile as he takes a sip of coffee. After a moment, he sets his mug down, his expression turning serious. “Did you mean what you said about needing me? You said you were bored.”

“I meant it. I don’t think I’ve been secretive about how I generally conduct my dating life. I’m not a relationship kind of guy. Typically, the kind of men I choose are not keepers. There’s nothing there but a physical attraction, you know?”

Stewart nods, cupping his mug.

“But I’m forty fucking years old and it’s getting boring. Before you, I hadn’t hooked up in a while because I was burned out. I thought the bar was going to be a steady stream of ass, and I was right, but it turns out I was growing tired of it. Then you walked in.”

“I’m not the typical kind of guy you date?”

“Not on any level, and that’s a good thing. You have substance, maturity, and a job.”

Stewart chuckles.

“Your own home.”

“You have those things.”

“Yeah, but the kind of guys I was hooking up with don’t. I didn’t even know I was looking for you until I found you. You’re a breath of fresh air, Professor Hanley.”

“Thanks.”

“And if our arrangement is still working for you, I’d like to keep it going. I’d like to discover all the ways I can make you moan and come.”

His cheeks bloom pink again as his nostrils flare. “It’s definitely working for me still.”

“And just to clarify, you like it when I tell you that your pretty cock is mine? You want me to control when you can come? You want to be good for me?”

He inhales a sharp breath, nodding eagerly. “Please. Yes.”

“I want that too.” I scoot my chair next to his so that our knees are touching. When I reach out to cup his cheek, his eyelids flutter. “I want you to keep being honest with me too. Make sure you tell me what you like, don’t like, what you want more of. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

He nods, slower this time as he gazes into my eyes. “Yes. God, Kit, you’re so sexy.”

“So are you, gorgeous.” I lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips. “There’s a lot more fun we can have. Does that excite you?”

“So much.”

“Me too.”

I kiss him again, deepening it this time, and reveling in his soft whimpers and the way he squirms in his chair. He tastes like the coffee we’re drinking, but there’s an underlying sweetness that’s all Stewart.

“What do you have on your plate today?” I ask as I break the kiss.

“Uh…” He shakes his head, laughing softly. “Have to wait for my brain to get online again after that kiss.”

I stroke his bare thigh, aware of how his cock plumps and twitches.

“I’m wrapping up the semester for all my classes before winter break starts next week. Lots of course review to get them ready for the final. You?”

“Same shit. Feel free to pop in whenever you want. It’d be a nice break in my day.”

“Maybe I will.” He glances at the clock on the wall. “Unfortunately, I have to get ready for the day soon.”

“I’ll get out of your hair.” I cup his chin. “It was nice waking up with you.”

“For me too.”

“Finish your coffee.” I steal another brief kiss as I stand.

Back in his bedroom, I find my clothes and get dressed, noting the darkness of the sky. The forecast has been threatening snow for days, but so far we’ve only had a few flurries here and there.

Once I’m dressed, I head out into the living room, just as Stewart passes me. I grab him around the waist and pull his naked body into me, playfully biting his neck.

He squirms and laughs, but makes no real attempt to get away. “You trying to make me suffer with a hard-on again today?”

“Yep. We’ll have that in common.”

“Charmer.” He kisses my cheek. “Talk soon?”

“We will. See you later, beautiful.”

“Bye, Kit.”

Grabbing my coat, I see myself out, stopping on his front porch to inhale the chilly air. I can smell the impending snow. I blow out a breath and pull my coat collar up around my neck to keep the frigid temps at bay, but I’m immediately chilled to the bone.

It’s not a long walk back to the house, but it sure as fuck feels like it in the cold. Makes me wish I could go right back to Stewart’s and snuggle in his cozy bed. Even better if I could drag him in with me.

The thought is more than a little jarring. That’s not like me. Not at all. I’m not a stay overnight or snuggle kind of guy, but Stewart just feels right. Maybe I have a soft spot for semi-virginal men. Who knew?

“I think it’s actually gonna happen tonight,” Lowen says, gazing out the window.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Bane adds. “The forecast has been threatening a major storm for a damn week now.”

“It’s not an exact science,” Jerryn says, standing next to Lowen, also peering out at the steady snowfall.

It’s light and fluffy though, and doesn’t seem to be collecting. The bar is plenty full of students unbothered by the weather and ready to blow off some steam after finals week. The Friday before winter break starts is proving to be very profitable.

“How’s your man, Kit Kat?” Ridley asks, wagging his eyebrows at me. “Going over there again tonight?”

“If he wants me to.” I lean against a column, focused on a group of women hustling some guys at the pool tables. Good for them.

“Getting serious?” Salem asks. “We barely see you at the house.”

“It’s not like that, but we’re having a good time.”

Indy searches my face with questions in his eyes that he doesn’t ask.

A part of me wants to tell them it’s just sex, but I don’t want them looking at Stewart like he’s just a fuck toy for me. He’s kind and sweet and I’m having way too much fun to write him off as nothing but a hookup, even if that’s all it is to him.

It’s true I’ve spent every night at his house since the time I slept over almost a week ago, and it’s been nice. Nicer than I maybe want to admit sometimes.

“Hey, handsome.”

I smile as soon as I hear his voice, twisting around to see Stewart, but he looks stressed, with a crease in his brow and a forced smile. Indy drags Salem off and nods for Ridley to follow.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“You’re clearly lying. What’s wrong, Stewart?”

He shakes his head. “I promise it’s fine now. I had a long-ass day of excuses and disappointing exam results. Then I walked into my house to find my hot water heater is out, and with the storm coming, no one will guarantee an appointment until next week. I just need a drink.”

Pulling him into my arms, I nuzzle his cold skin. He looks amazing in a charcoal gray wool coat, his hair covered with quickly melting snowflakes.

“Come stay with me this weekend. We have hot water. You’ll have to deal with six nosy but wonderful jackasses though.”

His face lights up. “Really? I was gonna see if there were any hotel rooms close by.”

“Nah. I live in a damn mansion. I’ve got the room.” I brush my fingers across his cheek. “If you think you could stand it.”

“I think I’ll manage. Thanks, Kit. That takes a huge weight off my shoulders.”

“Glad I can help. Let’s get you that drink.”

Right now I can’t decide whether I hope the storm threats are unfounded or that we’re snowed under for a week.