and when he leans down and slides his fist over my cock, I come without any warning, writhing on his dick as ropy strands of come fall onto my stomach.
He gives a pained groan and increases his thrusts. Just as it’s on the edge of being too much, he pulls out and rips off the condom. I spread my legs obligingly and run my fingers through my come as he climbs onto the bed and crouches over my chest.
“Yes,” I say throatily to his unspoken question. He strips his dick with two hard strokes, and I close my eyes as the hot liquid hits my face and neck.
He falls onto the bed with a knackered grunt, pausing just to wipe my face with a corner of the sheet.
“Well, colour me surprised. You are a gentleman, after all,” I say.
He laughs. “Don't tell Debretts. They haven’t used this measurement yet.”
Silence falls, and I lie for a long while with his arm lax across my stomach. His breath is hot on my shoulder, and I can smell sex and his warm scent. Eventually, I stir. “I’m definitely having a shower this time,” I announce. “I smell like a regular at a brothel, and I’ve got come in places that a decent boy would blush at.”
He chuckles lazily. “Good job you’re not a decent boy, then.” I laugh. “I like the way you smell anyway.”
“I suppose you would, you Neanderthal. You were the one using your dick like a hose.”
I wriggle out from under his arm as he makes lazy complaining noises and finally stand up.
“Just so you know, I’m totally going to use up all the expensive bath shit in your bathroom, Max.”
“Even the hairnet? Surely that can’t contain your mop.”
I shrug. “I nick them, but I have no idea why. Who actually ever uses them? They always look like they’ve been sitting there since the eighties. I’m taking the bathrobe and slippers though.” I look around the room. “And the biscuits and the little tubs of milk.”
“Thank you for enlightening me on your kleptomaniac tendencies. It’s good to be forewarned. Are you sure you don’t want the kettle too?”
“I’ve got one of those already,” I say in a lordly fashion. “But you can never have enough sugar sachets.”
His laughter follows me as I wander through to the bathroom, pinching an apple from the bowl on the table as I go.
The bathroom contains a smorgasbord of products, and after eating my apple and pawing through the selection, I settle on an organic oat-and-honey body scrub and ensconce myself in the shower with my phone blaring music as I lather up.
I’m singing along to Lady Gaga when the glass door opens. “Hello,” I say, grinning at Max. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“It’s a joyous surprise,” he says wryly and holds out his hand for some soap. I squirt it into his palm and am utterly discombobulated when he starts to run his soapy hands over my body.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He peers at me, looking slightly confused. “I would have thought it was fairly obvious, but as you’re a little slow, I can inform you that I’m washing your body.”
“But why?”
He shrugs. “Felt like it.” He gives me a leering glance that makes me relax immediately. “I happen to like your body when it’s naked.”
“Of course you do. You’re not alone in that sentiment.” I sigh dramatically. “Have at it, then. Who am I to deprive you of all of this perfection?”
“Thank you,” he says solemnly and proceeds to wash me. He moves on to shampooing my hair, and my eyes close at the amazing scalp massage he offers.
“You’re wasted as a journalist. You could take this up professionally,” I inform him, and he chuckles. His naked body brushes against mine, and although I can feel that his cock is hard again, he makes no attempt at doing anything.
“I’m not actually a journalist anymore, but thank you for offering me an alternative career path as a naked shampooer. I’ve been at a bit of a loss as to what to do next.”
I swing round to look at him. “You’re not a journalist anymore?” He shakes his head. “So, what do you do?”
He gives me a wry glance. “Hang around in Waterstones and pick up snarky men?”
“Good luck with that. You don’t tend to find a lot of them in there. Your sex life is going to take a drastic dive.”
“I don’t know about that.” He tips my head back and rinses my hair,