I shuddered.
“Please clean my little nubby, Mr. Downing. I been dipping it into all sorts of mischief, and it’s very,verydirty.”
“Oscar Yates.”
He blinked sedately at my astonishment, like a cat that has dropped a mouse at your feet and doesn’t understand why you’re not pleased.
“Goddammit,” I cursed, because now I was here Ihadto touch him, and I didn’t know how we were gonna keep quiet. “You are a naughty, dirty boy, Oscar, and I reckon I’d better help or you’ll be in that tub all night.”
Oscar inhaled a tremulous breath, and his cock went to full stand while I watched. Then he made the most lovely, soft moan, that could have simply been from the pleasure of the warm water if anyone had been listening.
I leaned forward so that my mouth was right at his ear.
“You put your hands on the edge of this tub and don’t move ’em,” I said, as soft as I could.
Water dripped from his hands and wrists as he obeyed me, the movement making tiny splashes and swirls.
“Now, don’t make a sound.”
I rested the cloth o’er the edge of the tub and rolled up my sleeve, taking my time. When I’d rolled up my other sleeve, I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Then I reached into the water and traced my fingers up the inside of his leg, from his ankle to the place where his thigh met his groin.
“Oh, fu—.”
“Shh-h.”
I did the same on the other side. Oscar clutched the tub as he tried not to move. His breaths came quicker. His eyes flashed wide when I circled his cock.
“Oh, God,” he moaned.
“Quiet, or I’m gonna go back onto that bed and let you finish this yourself.”
Oscar’s whispers came quick and desperate. “You could do that, Jimmy. You could watch me pleasure myself in this tub. I’d enjoy doin’ that for you.”
The thought of t’was tempting, for sure. “Not yet.”
He nodded, the frown of displeasure on his face amusing to see.
I stroked his cock with lazy fingers until his forehead relaxed and he gave a pleasing sigh. His thigh muscles quivered as his cock moved under my hand. He gazed at me as I stroked and teased him, his knuckles white and wrinkled on the metal edge of the tub. His absolute trust and willingness to let me take control always laid me flat. How could a person give themselves up to someone like he did? Even when he’d barely known me and I’d told him I was a thief and a murderer, he’d given me his trust and his loyalty in an instant.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, and continued with my gentle torment, until I worried he’d spend in the water. Normally, once one of us had bathed, we topped up what was in the tub already with a pot or two of hot water. I didn’t want to explain to Irene and Clarence that we needed to fill the whole tub again and why.
So, I released him and braced my hands wide on the edge of the tub. I had a good idea how we could both stay clean.
“Stand up.”
He stared at me for a moment. “But I’ll get cold.”
“Wrap that towel around yourself then. But don’t get out.”
He did what I said, the water sluicing off him as he rose up like a slick sea creature, beautiful and smooth, his cock sticking right up like a divining rod. He grabbed the towel off the chair and quick-dried his hair in a couple of rough swipes, then wrapped it around his shoulders, gazing down at me as I tried to calm my breathing.
“You need to stay quiet,” I reminded him.
Oscar nodded. “I will.”
“I hope so. Otherwise, you can explain to Clarence and Irene.”
He gave me a brief reflex smile that disappeared instantly with the anticipation of what was coming. I gave him a stern look, that made him stutter a deep breath, then I leaned forward and swallowed his nubby to the root.
