His tempo changed, his urgency, and he was deeper and harder, and oh my god, he was groaning and grunting. I’d never heard anything so hot . . .
But then he stopped and repositioned me, drawing up onto his knees. He gripped my hips, impaling me again and again, before reaching around and pumping my dick. “I want you to come while I’m inside you,” he rasped out.
Fuuuuuck.
I was so full of him, so owned by him in that moment, I came so hard I almost blacked out. I was on all fours, my knees barely on the mattress because he was lifting me onto him, driving into me hard and deep, and then my orgasm became his and he thrust into me, swollen and pulsing into the condom.
We collapsed onto the mattress, his weight on me, breathless and boneless. He chuckled again as he pulled out, groaning as he did, and then he was lying next to me, splayed out, grinning. We were covered in sweat and lube, and I couldn’t bring myself to care.
After a few moments of us catching our breath, I was about to say something corny along the lines of ‘that was amazing’ when he ran a tender finger down my spine. “How much time do you need?” His voice was rough and deep.
But my brain was in some stupid sex haze and I couldn’t follow. “Time for what?”
“Round two.”
I laughed. “Christ. Can you do that again?”
“You said we wouldn’t be done until morning,” he murmured, smiling. Then he rolled me over onto my back and lifted my leg up to his chest. He kissed me, settling his weight on me again, and I could feel his cock was already hard again. Or maybe it was still hard, I didn’t know. Didn’t care.
But more condoms and lube later, my brain short-circuited somewhere between my second or third orgasm.
Because he could do it again. Twice. And sometime just before the sun came up, we showered and I put on my robe while he dressed back into his jeans and shirt. I was disappointed when he put his boots on.
“I probably should go,” he said.
“Uh, yeah. I’m supposed to be at work in . . .” I looked for a clock of some kind, but not finding one—I thought I’d left my phone in the kitchen—I nodded to the early morning sky outside my bedroom window. “Soon.”
He grinned, not even remotely sorry. “It’s been fun.” He stood up. “Actually, it’s been pretty fucking awesome. We should do this again sometime.”
“Next Friday night?” I shrugged. “We don’t even have to bother with the bar. You could just come straight here.”
He made a face as though he was considering it.
“No strings, no complications,” I added. “Just more of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“The best?”
“You can turn up here and use my body like that any time you like.”
“If you want me to turn up here and use your body like that, I’m more than happy to oblige.” His eyes shone with humour. “You took my dick like a champ.”
This wasn’t a weird conversation to be having at all. “You give dick like a champ.”
He laughed. “Friday night. Nine o’clock?”
“Yes, please.”
He left with a smile. No goodbye, no thanks, no awkwardness, no regrets.
I still didn’t even know his name.
Chapter Two
Bryce
“You didn’t waste any time,” Terrence said, giving me a knowing smirk. “You were back in the country for what? Five hours?”
I laughed and handed him the coffee I’d bought for him. “I had a mighty need.”
He pursed his lips. “You’ve got a mighty something. I’ve seen it, I know how mighty it is. And I take it that cute little blond guy liked it, because we didn’t see you for the rest of the night.”
I chuckled. “Oh, yeah. Several times.”
Terrance laughed and sipped his coffee. “And the last two days were spent recovering? For you or him?”
“He was fine when I left him on Saturday morning. I spent the weekend trying to shake jetlag and having dinner with my dad.”
“How’s your dad, by the way?”
“Yeah, he’s good. Same as always. Busy with work. You know how it is.”
He nodded, because yes, he knew. I’d met Terrence in our first years of university and we’d been friends ever since. Both his family business and my family business were in the hotel industry, and we were both expected to step into our obligations. Terrence was happy to do just that, and it suited him. The fancy city office, the responsibility, the paperwork, the money.
I wasn’t quite so keen.
Which was why I’d spent the last two years in Singapore, Fiji, and New Zealand. Mostly Singapore though. I was unhappy and ready to walk away from everything, but my dad had offered me an overseas venture. It was a hotel venture, of course, one he’d hoped would allow me to see the bigger picture; that experiencing the world while setting up new structural management could be fun and exciting.
And it was. I guess. For a little while.
But it wasn’t where my heart was.
I knew it wasn’t for me.
So I found myself back in Sydney, trying to figure out what to do with my life. Well, I had some ideas, I just needed to work on them. It was good to be home, but a little daunting if I was being honest.
“Have you told him you don’t want to work for him yet?”
I shook my head. “Not yet. But I can’t put it off. He’s expecting an answer.”
Terrence frowned. “It’s just chess, man. You need to anticipate his response and counter it with your next move. As soon as you tell him you don’t want to work for him, he’s going to ask you what you do want. You need to have an answer. Believe me, your dad and my dad aren’t too different. So, what’s your countermove?”
I sighed. “I have a business idea. And it could be good if it’s done right. But I’m pretty sure I know what he’ll say.”
“If it’s watertight, he can’t argue. Give him figures, numbers, projections. Show him how serious you are and he can’t argue with that.” Terrence smiled. “Want to tell me what it is?”
“Not yet. If I get something on paper, I might let you take a look at it.”
“You mean, you might let me draft up your business plan for you?”
I laughed because he was no fool. “How’s Mara?”
Terrence smiled, then rolled his eyes. “She’s great.”
“Damn, Terrence, you need to start thinking about putting a ring on that girl.”
“Oh, shut up,” he replied. “You sound like my mother. And my father. And my sisters. And my brother. And my aunty.”
I laughed. Terrence’s family insisted he find a nice Chinese girl to settle down with, and about five years ago, Terrence’s cousin introduced Mara as a possible match. Much to Terrence’s dismay, Mara was perfect for him in every way. “Is it because she’s smarter than you? Prettier?”
Terrence leaned across his desk and motioned for me to do the same, as though he was going to whisper some lurid secret. Except he didn’t. “Fuck off.”
I laughed again and sat back in my seat. “Well, ask her when she’s free for dinner and I’ll take you both out. My shout.”