Stripped Naked

by Jan Springer

  Catch a cold? They were in the tropics. It was hot out here and he knew it had little to do with the weather. Sander didn’t make a move.

  “You’re fired,” Daniel whispered, suddenly knowing this was the best course of action to get things moving at a faster pace between the two of them.

  Astonishment flared in Sander’s eyes.

  “That is why you haven’t made a move on me isn’t it? Because of the ethics of the situation?”

  Sander parted his lips slightly as if he were surprised. He nodded and averted his gaze as he lifted the stethoscope from his neck and placed it into his black bag.

  Daniel stepped closer to him.

  “Listen, we’re two consenting adults. What we do on our own time is our business.”

  “It’s not that.” Sander shook his head and for a split second, devastation rocked Daniel. Was it possible that Sander would not cross the doctor/patient threshold even though Daniel had just fired him? Maybe it had to do with the money. He knew Sander had taken the job as Daniel’s on-call physician so he could volunteer all his free time for those less fortunate.

  Man, he’d been a dope and not empathetic. Maybe he was coming across as a rich, arrogant snob, as Madilyn had warned might happen if he continued with his impulsive ways? Maybe he was going about this all the wrong way? Of course Sander wanted to make sure he would available to his other patients.

  “There are a few other billionaires I know that would be very interested in your doctor services.”

  Sander’s gaze darkened with sexual intent. “I don’t want anyone else, Daniel.”

  If that wasn’t an admission of Sander’s attraction to him he didn’t know what was.

  Sander’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He seemed to be struggling as to what to say next, but then he cursed softly and stepped closer. Daniel’s heart began a mad pounding as Sander reached between the open folds of Daniel’s robe and wrapped his palms around Daniel’s erection. Intense heat and succulent pressure made his shaft jerk. Instinctively he groaned from the intriguing arousal.

  Oh sweet. Too damn sweet.

  “I can feel your pulse is going a wee bit too fast.” Sander grinned as he began a gentle massage along Daniel’s shaft.

  Wild and raw sensations made Daniel close his eyes and fall into the arousal. It took him a moment before he could speak.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t be dropping dead of a heart attack. At least not anytime soon,” he joked. Damn but having Sander stroking his cock felt tremendous.

  “I was going to give you my resignation. Since you’ve fired me, I’m letting you know I’ve been attracted to you for way too long.”

  This is unbelievable.

  “I’ve been feeling something awesome for quite some time too,” Daniel admitted.

  He opened his eyes in time to see Sander’s head lower. Heat and pressure exploded against his lips and Sander kissed him tentatively. His cock swelled harder against Sander’s quickening strokes.

  Urgency clung to Daniel and he kissed Sander back, hard and sure. He slid his hands onto Sander’s hips, holding tight for balance. Their mouths melted together and Daniel’s senses reeled. Everything seemed so much more intense. Sander’s spicy scent, the smell of rain in the air and the wind caressing his face.

  Sander erotically twisted his erection beneath his hands. Before Daniel knew what was happening the friction made him come. He couldn’t even groan a warning.

  Pleasure spun like a magnificent lightning bolt straight though his dick into his aching scrotum and deep into his belly. Tremors shook him and somewhere in the vortex of the ecstasy, he wished he could give this wild desire back to Sander right now but the doctor wasn’t finished.

  Sander kissed him harder, more deeply, until incredible pleasure speared deep into his very core. Sander’s hands frantically massaged and kneaded his flesh, milking him of his semen. Daniel’s mind whirled and his body bucked with fierce abandon. The only sounds wrapping through his brain were those of his grunting and groaning and the roar of thunder somewhere in the distance.

  As the spasms slowly ebbed from Daniel, Sander broke the kiss, yet he held Daniel’s cock intimately in his hands.

  “Storm’s coming,” he murmured against Daniel’s mouth. Sander’s breath came harsh and fast, a clear indication that he needed some relief and soon. “I think we’d better get inside. The wind is picking up too and the lightning is quite fierce. I think it’s going to be a strong one.”

  Daniel nodded numbly.

  A strong one. That was exactly how Daniel felt about this orgasm. Powerful, vibrant and fierce.

  He opened his eyes. Lightning flashed, illuminating Sander’s dark-brown gaze. It twinkled with sexual intent and Daniel’s breath hitched at the intoxicating sight. As Sander let go of Daniel’s cock he stepped away.

  From the table, Sander lifted the towel Daniel had used earlier and wiped his hands of Daniel’s arousal. For a split second embarrassment whispered through Daniel at not having had better self-control. But all his worries vanished as Sander grinned.

  “I think I could use a shower. Join me?” he asked in a sultry whisper.

  At his question, another round of pure lust and anticipation whipped through him. This was happening faster than he’d ever anticipated. It was more than he’d ever hoped for tonight.

  * * * * *

  Sander was in awe of Daniel’s luxurious upstairs bedroom. Actually it was more than just a bedroom. A kitchenette area was set in one corner against the floor-to-ceiling windows and Daniel strolled toward it.

  “Let’s have some refreshments and then we can head in for a shower,” Daniel suggested.

  Sander was thankful for a moment to distract himself with the breathtaking room. It was five times the size of his modest apartment bedroom. In the dinette were two luxurious burgundy armchairs opposite each other at a coffee table whose stand was made from lavish white marble. A thick, gold-edged crystal topped it.

  The angled ceiling, with plenty of windows set along with dark-colored wood support beams, and light sandstone walls matched the theme through the rest of the home. White blinds adorned the windows and past the double patio doors he spied a balcony lavished with jungle-like plants that swayed crazily in the wind. Thunder boomed overhead, lightning flashed at the windows and suddenly the lights flickered.

  Sander held his breath as he waited for the room to be plunged into darkness.

  “No worries. If the power goes out, the entire home is on automatic generator backup. You won’t even notice when it kicks in. There’s an entire room in the basement dedicated to the state-of-the-art machines. We can go on for days here with it running. I’ve been shown how to keep things operating smoothly. And the building is hurricane-proof. The windows are shatterproof and mirrored in such a way that no one can look in from outside. It keeps the paparazzi away.” Daniel opened a mini-fridge door. “Want some cappuccino?”

  “Sure, I could go for a cup.” He always loved Daniel’s drinks. They tasted fresh and pure and he would bet cost quite a bit of money.

  Daniel smiled and nodded to the two armchairs. “Mi casa es su casa. Make yourself at home.”

  Sander sat, enjoying the luxurious padding beneath his butt and back while he watched Daniel retrieve ingredients for their drinks. A moment later Daniel was working at a huge stainless-steel cappuccino machine on the counter.

  His thoughts flew back to what had happened earlier by the pool. He hadn’t meant for it to happen. But hell, who could resist this man’s enticing shaft? It had swelled and risen like a valiant serpent and when he’d looked into Daniel’s eyes and seen the need for companionship and love flaring there, his lips had parted. It was an invitation that Daniel had wanted to be kissed.

  Sander hadn’t been able to resist the moment and impulsiveness had taken over. He’d sought Daniel’s engorged cock, his flesh was like molten fire and hard silk against his palms. His erection had jerked and swelled.

  Sander knew Dani
el had needed release and he’d wanted to give it to him. The guttural sounds of his arousal and the erotic way his hips had swayed and gyrated as he came had made Sander hard as a rock for Daniel. He wanted the billionaire’s hands touching him, his mouth kissing him and his shaft entering him.

  The whirring of the cappuccino maker brought Sander rushing back to the present. He discovered Daniel watching him, his head peeking over the gleaming machine. His green gaze was so intense that Sander’s tummy flipped and flopped all over the place.

  “What are you thinking about?” Daniel asked above the noise.

  “Our shower,” Sander replied.

  “It hasn’t happened yet.” Daniel chuckled. It was a rich, luxurious sound that splashed happiness all around him.

  “It’s happened in my mind over and over again. For months,” Sander admitted.

  Daniel grinned yet said nothing as he continued preparing the cappuccinos.

  A few moments later he walked to the table and set down a couple of silver mugs. A rich coffee aroma in the air made his mouth water and he laughed at the sight of a perfect plump chocolate-brown heart on a white puffy cloud of whipping cream, topped off with edible gold dust.

  “You remembered.” Sander replied. Awesome.

  “How could I not? It was last year’s Christmas party when you and Jacques were having a blast making art-topped cappuccinos for my guests. I remember you saying the heart was your favorite.”

  At the mention of Daniel’s ex-boyfriend sympathy rushed through Sander.

  “I’m sorry you two didn’t work out.”

  Daniel sat down and shrugged, acting as if it was no big deal but Sander detected the spear of pain flash in his eyes. “The Dalai Lama once said, ‘Not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.’ I didn’t get Jacques. Instead I got you.”

  Warmth and a giddiness wrapped around Sander. He stared at the heart. This quickly developing relationship between them was something he’d never allowed himself to fully believe could happen. At least not so fast. But he liked the rush of going at full speed. Despite his earlier concerns, everything felt right now.

  Lightning flashed and rain pummeled the glass areas of the roof and the windows. Thunder cracked ominously and the floor trembled beneath his feet. Due to a tumultuous early childhood full of shattering screams in the night from his parents, loud noises had always made Sander uneasy. Especially storms. But this time he wasn’t the least bit uptight. Being here with Daniel made him feel safe and secure. Protected and comfortable.

  As Daniel sipped his hot drink, Sander laughed at the white milk mustache left behind on Daniel’s upper lip. He ached to kiss him again. Ached to have him in his arms. But he didn’t move. He’d been way too bold earlier. He needed to stay put and give Daniel some space or the man would think Sander was a sex addict or something.

  “So tell me, how is it going with your volunteering? Is it everything you’d hoped for?” Daniel’s eyes glistened with more than a curious intent. He seemed to genuinely care about Sander’s dream.

  Even during the interview process several years ago he’d been pleased with Sander’s plans. And every time they met Daniel asked him how things were going. Usually Sander didn’t go into too much detail. He figured Daniel was a busy man and so he’d kept his answers brief.

  “Good. Actually better than I had ever hoped for. Thanks to your generosity I’ve been able to help out so many people.”

  Daniel appeared stunned. “My generosity? No. As I keep telling you it’s your idea and your skills. I’m just glad to have you as my doctor. I’m the selfish one. I enjoy the freedom of you coming to me when I need you, which thankfully isn’t too often.”

  “You mean I am your ex-doctor and I am hoping to come more often.”

  Oh man, there he went again with another sexual innuendo.

  “I meant coming to visit more often,” Sander corrected quickly, his cheeks feeling a bit too warm.

  Daniel smiled. He seemed to enjoy Sander’s embarrassment as he tried to cover up his slip. The billionaire took another sip of the cappuccino and left behind another white, foamy mustache. Sander loved the sexy way Daniel’s tongue stroked over his upper lip as he licked away the froth.

  He wondered how it would feel having Daniel’s tongue brushing over his nipples or sucking his cock…

  “You’re staring.” Daniel’s amused voice cut into his thoughts. He placed the cup onto the table and stood. “Come on. I know what we both need.”

  “What’s that?” Sander swore his voice had never sounded so breathy.

  “A shower. Together. Follow me into my shower toy room.”

  Tingles of excitement shivered through him.

  Shower toy room? This he had to see.

  Chapter Three

  Daniel couldn’t get Sander to the shower room quickly enough. He had recognized the lust shining in Sander’s gaze as he’d watched Daniel drink. It spoke of a deep need and a wild want for togetherness. As Sander’s eyes had darkened, his gaze zeroed in on Daniel’s tongue and an intense craving for Sander to touch him and care for him whipped through Daniel.

  He’d been too lonely without a partner these last few months and he realized Sander was the man he’d been waiting for. With the searing pain of Jacques’ loss not as raw as it had once been, he was glad in a weird way that Jacques was out of the picture.

  Behind doors Jacques had been overly jealous and sometimes Daniel hadn’t wanted to talk to other men simply because he hadn’t wanted to deal with Jacques’ tirades.

  With Sander he felt like his old self again. No apprehension or tenseness. Being with Sander made him feel easygoing and adventurous. It was a feeling he liked. A lot.

  * * * * *

  “So this is the room?” Sander chuckled as he surveyed the space.

  It was like a billionaire’s shower playroom with an overly large shower stall in one corner. Protruding from the beige marble stall walls were a multitude of interesting-looking showerheads.

  His heart sped quickly as he observed dildos, anal beads and cock-cage-shaped handles attached to those heads. A shower toy playroom, as Daniel had said. He hadn’t been kidding. This looked very intriguing.

  The mosaic shower floor was comprised of restful light colors. The remainder of the room consisted of beige- and dark-brown marble with thick glass doors and gold accents. Dark-brown Persian carpets lined the changing area.

  There were white marble benches and stacks of plush white and chocolate-brown towels folded neatly on a glass shelf. Set in an enormous glass case full of shelves just outside the shower stall were various types of shampoos, soaps, creams and shaving accessories for men.

  “You can pull on any one of those showerheads and they come out. Just beware the cords are long, so I can get you anywhere in this room.”

  “Is that a threat?” Sander laughed.

  Daniel’s eyes glistened playfully. His voice lowered. “That’s a promise. Now that you’ve seen me in all my glory, I want to see you.”

  Sander tensed with anticipation and his shaft hardened and pushed boldly against his pants.

  “Then why don’t you undress me?” he teased.

  Daniel’s robe had fallen open and Sander spied Daniel’s cock solid and swollen and raising toward his belly. The man was as excited as Sander.

  Sander held his breath as Daniel stepped closer. A whiff of cappuccino wafted through the air and Sander swore it would be his favorite scent for the rest of his life. Happiness and sexual awareness snapped his senses on red alert.

  Everything about Daniel became so intense. His eyes were a green he swore he’d never seen before. He had the cutest wrinkles at the side of his eyes. They looked as if they were smiling at him. Sander grinned at that idea. Wrinkles that smiled at him? Man, he was really falling hard for this guy.

  Daniel’s hands were shaking slightly as he reached up and began to unbutton Sander’s shirt. Overhead thunder crackled but Sander ignored it. Hell, his heart was p
ounding harder and louder than any thunderstorm ever could.

  “I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time,” Daniel whispered as he pulled the shirt over Sander’s shoulders and off his arms to let it puddle onto the carpet between them.

  He curled his hands over Sander’s shoulders then slid his hot palms down along his arms.

  “I love the way your muscles twitch beneath my hands,” Daniel murmured, his voice thick with lust.

  “I like the way you touch me,” Sander admitted, his voice going hoarse.

  Daniel’s hands glided past Sander’s elbows and teasingly along his wrists and then lower until their fingers intertwined. Daniel held him tightly, pulling Sander’s arms behind his back and holding them captive there. Daniel’s luscious mouth kissed the edge of Sander’s lip. It was a featherlight kiss that melted his knees and jolted his nerve endings. He moaned softly, loving the tenderness of his touch.

  Daniel’s lips melted harder over his, nudging Sander to open his mouth. Then he thrust his tongue against Sander’s teeth, smoothing over them, exploring and prodding until Sander parted his lips to let Daniel inside his mouth.

  Their tongues touched sensuously and Sander shivered at the intimate contact. He arched against Daniel and tried to pull his hands from Daniel’s grip so he could wrap them around his waist but Daniel prevented it. The need to touch him intensified thus increasing Sander’s arousal and his boldness.

  He kissed Daniel back and he groaned. The eroticism of that sound titillated Sander’s need to please the billionaire. He pressed himself against Daniel’s hard body, enjoying the bulge of Daniel’s erection pushing against his own. He licked and sucked Daniel’s mouth, then quickly moved away to kiss his warm cheeks, his stubbly chin and then along the fast-beating pulse on his throat.

  Daniel tried to catch Sander’s mouth with his but Sander evaded him. He wanted Daniel to understand the same erotic torture he was experiencing at not getting his way.

  They kissed each other’s faces, their tongues lapping cheeks, nose tips and earlobes. Sander moved his head lower, and using his chin he nudged aside Daniel’s robe and captured his right nipple in his mouth. He trapped the hard bud between his teeth and sucked hard.