Boy in the Club a boy & billionaire novel - Rachel Kane Page 0,60

to be. Buttons are suddenly very difficult. I get a few undone and then just pull my shirt over my head, frustrated. I don’t hang anything up, I don’t fold anything, it all just goes on the floor.

My pants slide down my legs, and I kick them off.

Soon there’s nothing between me and the outside world except my boxer briefs.

I turn one more time just to make sure he isn’t watching.

His eyes are closed. He looks asleep.

Swiftly, silently, I slip out of the shorts, my back to Mr. Raines.

I hear a hiss, a sharp intake of breath. I whip around…and his eyes are still closed.

Maybe it was just a sound of relaxation.

Suddenly I realize I’m facing him…my cock exposed. My hands fly in front of it, concealing me, concealing the half-hardness of my shaft, the useless first couple of drops of precum that want to leak out of me even though nothing is going to happen here.

His eyes are shut. He’s not even facing this direction, not really.

My hands are over my cock.

One index finger reaches inward, touching my slit.

I’m not going to jack off in front of him.

No.

Just one little touch.

A quick one, while I can see him.

Just the pad of my finger, stroking the slick precum over my slit.

Just one more time.

Okay, now I’m playing with fire, I can feel it getting harder, and this is pointless, it’s wrong, it’s exactly what I don’t want to happen, so as quickly as I can, I get into the tub.

At first I worried the metal would be cold, that I’d freeze to the bottom, it’d be uncomfortable and shivery, but no, it’s oddly warm, very nearly body temperature, so I can lie here in comfort even before I start the water.

I look down, and my cock is completely hard, so heavy it won’t stand up straight; it wants to bob downward against my belly. I leak a drop onto my skin.

This won’t do. I reach down and give it a squeeze, a hard squeeze to make the erection go away…and it doesn’t work. I reach right under my head and squeeze tighter. That usually works, it usually makes it go down.

Nothing.

Damn it.

I need water to cover me up, quickly. I work the valve, and am instantly overwhelmed.

It’s so hot.

I gasp, and even though it’s from surprise, it sounds sexual, and I worry so I turn my head to look at him, and now I see Colby is staring at me.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

Like I’m about to start jacking off without it being under my control.

“Hot,” I say. “Kind of…carbonated?”

He nods, his eyes half-closed. “It’s like bathing in champagne.”

“That’s one way to look at it.”

He puts his head against the back of his tub. “See why I advised no trunks? They’d just get in the way.”

The water is nice and loud. Am I relaxed? Hell no. Not with him back there. I know he’s resting. I know he’s not staring at me. But it feels like he is. I turn and look yet again. Eyes closed. See? He’s not watching.

I’ve got to try to relax. Not just because I’m in a place meant for it, but because I’m going to blow up if I don’t. Why do I have such a mix of feelings going on?

I never do this.

At the clubs, I was able to walk past fifty beautiful guys a night, and never once did one of them attract me in the way I feel right now. None of the billionaires, none of the models.

I had begun to think maybe I wasn’t interested in men at all.

Then he’d come in.

Colby arrived and turned my world upside down, and I didn’t even know how, it was like I was a puppet with my lust controlling the strings.

It’s not fair.

How come he gets to jack off in his luxury shower, while I…don’t?

I mean, I have three roommates. Somebody’s always in the bathroom. And my shower sucks. And I guess I could do it in the privacy of my bedroom except there really isn’t any privacy, and I worry someone would hear me, and laugh, or just sit there judging me, or—

So anyway, yeah. Haven’t jacked off in a long time.

Which was probably why, without me quite realizing it was happening, my hand had slipped back down between my legs.

My cock is wet with the hot water, and I stroke it—just once.

Maybe twice.

Not, like, jacking it off, just touching it.

I don’t think I even could jack off in plain water. There’s