“Brian? You in... here?” Holy hell… he looks so hot. He’s leaning back in the tub. His skin is flushed, beaded with moisture, the bubbles are just brushing his nipples and he’s looking at me with those incredible blue eyes at half mast, almost in invitation. His arm is moving just slightly and I know he is stroking himself under the bubbles.

“Take your clothes off, Dom.” His voice is low, hypnotizing. After I pull my shirt off I meet his eyes as I reach for my pants, I’m already hard, already excited by the fact that he’s watching. I kick off my shoes and shove my pants down, my erection bobbing slightly from the movement. I stand there for a moment, watching as he licks his lips.

“Touch yourself.” I raise one eyebrow as I do as he asks and wrap my fingers around my cock; I start out with slow strokes never taking my eyes off his face as he watches my hand move.

“Do you like this? Does this make you hot, babe?” My voice is husky, my skin flushed.

“yes…”

“Do you want to watch me come?” I not sure when I took control of his seduction. My hand is moving faster, slick with my pre-come. He hasn’t raised his eyes from my erection since I started jacking off. He has this hungry look on his face, he keeps licking his lips like he wants a taste…

“yessss”

“Are you close baby? Are you gonna come for me?” He’s stroking himself faster his hips thrusting his cock into his hand, water is splashing around. He’s grunting and panting, his eyes are closed and his face tells me all I need to know.

I grab the sink with my free hand; I tighten my grip and speed up my stroking.

“Watch me Brian, watch me come for you.” I see his eyes snap open, and I want to watch, I want to see his face when I come but I can’t. I toss my head back, my eyes slide shut and I cry out, my hips bucking, my seed spilling over my hand dripping to the floor, gasping for breath. I hear Brian call out my name and I know he just joined me.

“I think I need a bath.” I smile at him and he grins back. I raise my hand to stroke his cheek before I realize what I’m doing. Brian gives me this wicked little grin, grabs my wrist before I can pull my hand away.

“There’s plenty of room…” and His tongue snakes out to lick a path across my come covered hand.