It’s been so goddamn long since I’ve had anything that wasn’t made of silicone in my ass, and I didn’t realize until right now just how much I’ve missed it.
The second I asked him to fuck me, the guy jumped into action, retrieving a condom and some lube from his wallet while I hastily unfastened my belt and shoved down my pants.
So now we’re here: his strong body pinning me against the wall as his nice, thick cock fills me up just so fucking perfectly, pounding into me, hard and deep. He’s got one hand secured firmly over my mouth, silencing my groans of pleasure, while the fingers of his other hand dig into my hip, likely hard enough to leave bruises.
It’s quick and dirty and exactly what I need tonight. He beats me to his climax, but not by much; the second I feel him tensing up, I grab my cock and start stroking, and it only takes a few tugs before I’m shooting my load all over the wall in front of me.
We go our separate ways afterward and I head back downstairs to rejoin my sister at the bar.
“Please tell me you weren’t just off in a dark hallway fucking some random girl,” Emily pleads. “We have enough image problems as it is at the moment without you getting arrested for indecent exposure.”
I place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I promise you, Em, that’s not what I was doing.” Technically I wasn’t fucking anyone, and I have the sting in my ass to prove it. But Emily doesn’t need that information.
“Well, then, where the hell have you been?”
I grimace at her. “I must have eaten some bad sushi.”
She throws up her hands in a warding off gesture. “Okay, gross, don’t want to know!”
I chuckle at her reaction; if you ever want to get my sister to drop a subject, just make a reference to fecal matter and she shuts down rightt away.
The barman slides a newly ordered scotch my way and I take a sip, savoring the subtle blend of flavors as the liquid slips over my tongue. I run my eyes around the packed club but my hookup seems to have disappeared. Probably not a bad thing, given how tempted I am to ask him back to my place for round two.
And that would have prompted a rather awkward conversation with my sister considering she doesn’t know I’m bi.
For the record, it’s not as though Emily would really care that I like guys, it’s just not something I’ve ever felt the need to share. You remember my dad, right? Well, let’s just say he’s a little old school, which is code for saying he’s a bigoted asshole. For him, fucking his secretary is pretty standard procedure, but if he knew I was bi? Well, it’s just not worth the drama that revelation would cause. Maybe I’d reconsider if I ever met a guy I wanted to fully commit to, but for now there’s just no point in rocking the boat.
“So, did you manage to find me a new assistant?”
Em’s eyes light up at the question. “Yes! I’ve found the perfect one—and get this, he’s a guy, so there’ll be no chance of a repeat of the Amelia Lawson situation.”
I arch a brow at her. “Did you seriously base your hiring decision on his gender? You know that’s discrimination, right?”
“I did no such thing! He’s the right person for the job. The fact he’s a guy is pure coincidence.”
“You don’t think a decision like this could just fuel the fire of this scandal? I mean, it looks as though you’re trying to keep the young, innocent women away from my wandering hands.”
Her smile fades. “Oh, I didn’t really think of that.” Then she shakes her head adamantly. “Nope, fuck it. He’s the right guy for the job. If you’re really worried about it, you can take Maya and I’ll have Will.”
“No, I’ll take the new guy. Maya loves working for you, I wouldn’t want to upset that.”
She smiles sweetly. “Thank you. Now, I need to use the bathroom—order me a scotch for when I come back?”
I nod and she disappears into the crowd.
Her seat is taken almost instantly by Cole, who I hadn’t even noticed was in the vicinity.
“Hey, birthday boy—where’d you come from?”
He offers a wry grin. “Around. Hey, did I just see you go upstairs with a guy?”
I nearly choke on my drink. Jesus, I thought I was discreet. “What? No.”
Cole chuckles, flashing a teasing grin. “I saw you disappear upstairs—suspicious in itself. And then a few moments later I saw a guy who could have been Tyler Durden follow you up there.”
“Well it couldn’t have been Tyler Durden because he’s a fictional character,” I point out.
“Spencer, are you or are you not going to deny that a guy who looks a lot like a young Brad Pitt would be exactly your type?”
I blink at him a few times. “Okay, I’m going to be honest, I’m a little confused by the way you worded that question.”
Cole shakes his head in exasperation before downing the remnants of his drink. “You’re so fucking annoying sometimes.”
“Ah, but you love me anyway,” I say with an affectionate smile.
4
Will
* * *
“In the hallway?” Jamie exclaims through a mouthful of waffles at brunch on Sunday morning.
I give an awkward nod. “Yep.”
“You’re telling me that you, Will Crawford, shagged a guy in a public hallway of a club where anyone could just walk by and catch a glimpse?”
“Please, if you could say it louder, that’d be great,” I deadpan.
Next to Jamie, his boyfriend, Shay, is shaking with silent laughter. He lifts his coffee to his mouth, but if it’s in an effort to hide his amusement it fails miserably.
“Are you honestly actually Will?” Jamie presses. “Are you sure you’re not a skin-changing alien walking around in Will’s body?” He leans forward, scrutinizing my face carefully. “Are you a Slitheen?”
My face screws up in distaste at that. “Ouch. A Slitheen? Dude, that’s harsh.”
Jamie still doesn’t seem convinced, though. Sitting back against his booth, he crosses his arms and eyes me warily. “What did you say to me after you met my dad for the first time?”
“Um…” My eyes shift awkwardly to Shay, whose best friend just happens to be Jamie’s dad, Blake. “Why do I have to answer that?”
“So I can test it’s really you,” Jamie says.
I roll my eyes, letting out a breath of exasperation. “I said he was a DILF.” In my defense, he totally is. He’s forty-four and looks like he could be Chris Hemsworth’s stunt double. I definitely would have been interested…you know, if he weren’t my best friend’s dad. Or completely in love with his husband—who happens to be Shay’s little brother, by the way… yeah, as Mac would say, the four of them could be a reality show. But somehow the situation works, so who’s anyone else to judge?
With his much shorter stature, bright red hair, and pale skin he got from his English mom, Jamie looks next to nothing like his dad. In fact, when he tracked Blake down a bit over a year ago, a whole heap of people thought I was the long-lost son. So I’ll take that compliment, even if I’ve never really seen it myself.