“Lie down, beardy.”
To my surprise, I didn’t have to fight him much. He did as I said and handed me the lube. I straddled him to position my ass over his dick. Lowering myself onto him, I moaned when his tip pushed inside me, melting away the stress I felt from my overworked life. Eyes to eyes, he entered me inch by inch, while I held on to his thighs for my balance, full of Luke.
It was only then I realized he was bare. Seeing the panic in my eyes, Luke assured me he was clean. I knew I was too, but ethically, I couldn’t continue using my apps or going to the club if I was going bare with someone. For me, it was a bigger commitment than marriage and its fake promises, but he felt so good, I couldn’t stop. I moved faster, up and down his shaft, his hands on my waist, letting the pleasure smog my brain. All I wanted to do was scream his name for my whole neighborhood to hear and forget everything else. My movements became erratic, my dick slamming hard against his abs, his hands holding me tighter, bruising my skin, marking me his. In a grunt, Luke came inside me just before he finished me with his hands. I had never felt so blissed and so connected to someone.
We spent the rest of the weekend fucking with nothing between us, but also chatting in bed, watching movies, and ordering more food than I ever thought I would. Neither of us was willing to burst the bubble we had created.
* * *
“So I told her I would marry her if she could give me blow jobs like Marlene does. She didn’t take it very well. Dex, are you listening?”
I am not, and I am hard. Not, of course, because of Aiden. But thinking of my weekend with Luke at work is a bad idea.
“Fuck, I don’t know what that guy is doing to you, but seriously, you have to come down from the orgasm cloud. I know he has a brand-new shiny dick attached to him, but we can’t have a serious conversation around here without you zoning out to I don’t know where or leaving the office to get some.”
Aiden is right, I have been distracted, but only from the dull conversation about his sex triangle between his girlfriend and my assistant, who I still haven’t relocated. He’s a broken record. Day after day is a new episode of Aiden’s dick life, and I don’t give two dimes about it. My work isn’t suffering from my newly abundant sex life. Sure, I’m only working fourteen hours a day instead of eighteen, but when Luke comes over, I work while he sleeps. It’s a great way to have my cake and eat it too.
“Aiden, if you like to get sucked so much, you should try a bro job.” I laugh at his expression. “I’m not propositioning because I don’t suck straight guys anymore, but you could even get money on the side.”
“Oh my god. Is that what your laugh sounds like? What the fuck is happening to you?” Leaving me with a cold coffee in my hands, Aiden mumbles something about me being dick whipped.
It’s funny how a comment from someone you tolerate can make you rethink what you’re doing. Every time I’m balls deep in Luke, I have no doubt that’s what I want. Not a relationship or long-lasting love, but crazy and hot-as-fuck-above-the-charts sexual chemistry with someone who gets me. But thinking of him while I’m at work isn’t something I can afford. I thought we would fuck a couple of times and be done, but the sex has been so good that I keep coming back for more.
Luke calls me at that exact moment, but I push Ignore. I can’t talk to him right now. I need some space. Aiden might be right. My head is far up Luke’s ass, and it might be time to get back some focus.
Luke: Babe, are we seeing each other tonight?
Me: Can’t ! I have a meeting until late.
It’s a lie, but I can stay at my office and catch up on different things. Luke doesn’t answer. He’s not the kind to push or ask for an explanation. If I tell him I need to work, he won’t question it.
* * *
By Wednesday morning, I’m all tense, and I need to see him.
Me: Want to grab dinner?
I’m well aware that it would be our first time out together, but I don’t care.
Luke: Sorry, I can’t tonight. I’m going for drinks with my staff.
The rest of my day is shit. I scream at Marlene and tell myself that as soon as possible, I’ll gift her a toaster with instructions on how to use it in the bathtub. I go head-to-head with Aiden about Emma’s contracts. He assures me I'm an overprotective asshole and I’m left wondering if I can get a two-for-one deal on toasters. Finally, I rip Asher a new one when he, again, thinks that the offer from the studio wanting to sign him conflicts with his creative process, so he won’t discuss the deal. Unfortunately, the toaster isn’t an option for my nephew—he would use it on Ian.
I leave the office, deciding to work remotely for the rest of the day so I can at least have a beer and let those fuckers deal with their miserable lives. Later in the evening, I check my social media. I don’t ever post anything, but I always check on what my clients, my friends, and my staff are sharing. It’s not part of my job, but I prefer to be aware of problems as soon as they arise, rather than once one of my people tells me they’ve breached their contract or done something stupid.
Aiden seems to be on a date with Marlene. I gag at the idea of those two in love. I truly hope it’s just blow job bliss. Virginia posted something about her PT. Handsome man, Hollywood smile, gay as fuck. Ian seemed to be quiet these days. He’s more the kind to post about his work in general, except when Julie takes control of the feed. I sigh, seeing yet again pictures that Julie posted of Gia. She believes their fans have the right to know about their daughter, and I’m constantly fighting about not raising my goddaughter in the eye of the cyclone.
I’m tense just thinking about it. I need to release some of the tension in my balls, and I wish Luke could come over tonight. I look at my phone, wondering if I still should use my hookup app after all, a guy to suck me even if I promised myself I won’t. I’m about to press it when a notification comes in from Luke’s Instagram account. The posts on his Instagram are generally pictures of tattoos, so I never check what he’s doing. When I click this notification though, I realize I might be deeper in this friends-with-benefits arrangement than I would like.
Seeing him leaning against his car, sunglasses on, in jeans and a T-shirt, with his employee in his arm, has my dick twitching, my heart beating faster, and my brain jealous as fuck. I’m trying to decipher every detail to be sure I didn’t miss a latent heterosexuality, which is stupid since I know they’re both gay. The caption is no help.
Hottie Mc Beardy and @MorganM. #Love&Benefits. Account Hacked by @ElvisTheTattooMachine.
Beardy is my nickname for him. Nobody else should be calling him that. Even less Hottie McBeardy. And what the fuck does “Love & Benefits” mean?
I could ask for an explanation, but that’s not who I am. I don’t ask, I just take. And I shouldn’t be jealous, especially of a woman. I open my app and play with it for a few seconds, then decide to remove it from my phone. Fucking around won’t solve my problems. I did a lot of it over the past weeks, and I’m now deeper than I was before. I head to bed, even if it’s too early for it, and bring a few files with me to my bedroom. I text Luke, hoping for an answer.
Me: I’m home if you finish early.