But gods, the confident, self-possessed way Andreas kissed was incredibly, toe-curlingly satisfying. It went straight to Troy’s cock. It made him whimper and open his mouth wider, wanting that tongue deeper. Fuck…
Wrapping his arms around his Master, Troy pulled him on top of him and spread his legs. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to find Andreas’s hardening cock and line it up with his entrance. Troy was a little sore and wasn’t even fully hard yet, but didn’t care: he wanted this man inside him, now.
He moaned into Andreas’s mouth when he got what he wanted.
Yes, yes, please.
Chapter Four
Kissing was a small thing. It shouldn’t have changed anything.
But it did.
It made the sex less impersonal. More intimate. It made Troy realize that lust and want weren’t the same thing. When he looked at Andreas, he wanted. He wanted to touch and be touched. To kiss and be kissed. Want made him eager for Andreas’s return. Want made him feel all tingly on the inside when Andreas’s lips curled into a smile—and Troy just had to kiss him again. And again, and again, and again. And one more time.
Want was a horrible little monster inside him that seemed to only crave more the more Troy fed it.
So he kept feeding it. Because he wasn’t sure what would happen if he stopped.
***
There was a rule that Troy’s instructors had always told them: Don’t get attached to your employer. Every pleasure servant knew how important that rule was. Troy did, too. He’d always scoffed when he heard stories of pleasure servants falling for their employers. Idiots, he had thought of them.
And now…
Troy was self-aware enough to notice that he was getting a little fixated. A little bit attached. He was aware that he liked Andreas more than he had liked all his previous employers put together. Andreas just made him feel… good. Andreas didn’t treat him like a thing. Troy liked the way Andreas looked at him, his dark eyes attentive and focused. He liked the way Andreas touched him—assertive but gentle. Troy liked spending time with him, liked sharing meals with him, liked kissing him goodbye and waiting for him at home. He even liked watching him work.
He knew he was treading dangerous waters, but he was still confident that he had it under control. He totally did.
Really.
***
Troy looked at his watch and pursed his lips. It was midnight already.
Strictly speaking, Andreas hadn’t told him to wait for him, because this session of the Chapter was very likely to be a long one, but Troy had decided to wait for him anyway. His Master was usually keyed up after spending hours in close quarters with several dozen people—that inevitably made him absorb some of their sexual urges. Andreas was going to need him.
Troy yawned and looked longingly at the bed. Andreas’s bed.
They seldom had sex in bed, and on the rare occasion that they did, Troy had never stayed in that bed after sex. But he knew the mattress was soft and comfortable. Lying down just for a moment wouldn’t hurt, right?
Troy stretched out on the bed with a pleased sigh. The cool sheets felt amazing against his bare skin.
Turning onto his stomach, he pressed his face against the pillow. It smelled really good. Troy breathed in deeply, and then again and again, before realizing that what he was so greedily inhaling was Andreas’s scent. His aftershave.
Troy paused and then took another guilty breath. It just smelled nice, okay?
“I thought you would have left by now.”
Flushing, Troy turned onto his back and quickly sat up. “Do you want me to go? I thought you’d need me—my services tonight, but if you’re tired, I’ll go.”
Dropping his black robes on the chair, Andreas shook his head. “I am tired, but I was seated next to Master Ervis tonight and…” He grimaced. “Let’s just say the man thinks about sex far too often for a 127-year-old.”
Laughing, Troy got to his feet. “C’mere, let me help you undress.” He unbuttoned Andreas’s shirt unhurriedly while Andreas just watched him with dark eyes.
“What?” Troy said, a smile tugging at his lips.
Andreas shrugged and said nothing, still watching him.
Feeling weirdly flustered, Troy finished undressing him and pushed him toward the bed.
It was the first time Troy had seen his Master fully naked.
He was gorgeous: all smooth muscle without being too beefy. Andreas lay back against the pillows, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as Troy trailed his lips down his body, kissing his pecs, his hard abs, before finally taking his stiff cock into his mouth.
“Look at me,” Andreas ordered. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Troy did as he was told, holding his Master’s gaze as he sucked his cock. It felt unbearably intimate. And incredibly arousing. Troy found himself humping his cock against the mattress while Andreas took pleasure in his mouth.