He shakes his head, pulling me against him and hugging me tight, burying his face in the side of my neck and inhaling deeply. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m so sorry. I don’t want to ever hurt you, Jude. I just thought you wouldn’t mind. You don’t normally.”
Usually, Hayden isn’t in the equation, but something warns me not to say anything, or I’ll come across as severely neurotic.
Asa carries on talking. “I don’t know what happened. I thought I’d stop and work a bit longer once Hayden gave me Jim’s message about the flight being late. Then when we got back, I thought I’d wait in the bar so I’d see you as soon as you got here. I was going to ring you but…” He pauses.
“But what?”
“Hayden said you’d think I was pestering you and stifling you.”
“Oh really?” I say dangerously. “And Hayden suddenly has a role in our relationship, does he? I’m sorry, but I don’t remember taking a vote on that.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t be like that, babe. I’ve known him for years, and he’s not like that. He was just giving friendly advice.”
“But my flight was never delayed. It landed on time. So why the lie?”
“Not a lie,” he says firmly. “Probably just a mistake.”
I stare at him. It’s the first time since we’ve been together that I’ve felt his stubbornness turned against me. Normally we’re on the same side, and it troubles me a great deal. I’m still not going to say anything, though.
Asa raises his head and stares into my eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he says sturdily. “Don’t be angry, Jude. I love you so much, and we haven’t got much time together. Please don’t waste it on being mad.”
I lift my fingers and trace them over the scar in his eyebrow, and he takes that as my acquiescence and pulls me close, taking my lips with a deep groan. I kiss him back, tangling our tongues together, and somehow the residual anger and familiar desire mesh together and explode. I press into him, moaning under my breath, and he fights to get closer, unbuttoning my coat so impatiently that buttons pop off and ping onto the lift floor. He shoves his hands under my coat, and then under the Henley I’m wearing. He spreads his fingers and caresses my abs before lowering and starting to work my belt open.
“Wait,” I gasp out through a thick throat. “Asa, fuck. We’re in a bloody lift. Let’s get to the room and… fuck.”
I groan out the last as he tears open my jeans and reaches into my briefs, pulling out my cock and fisting it greedily. Then he lowers himself to his knees and looks up. “Press the emergency stop,” he says, his voice deep.
“What?” I say frantically. “Shit, Asa, I don’t think…” I moan as he leans forward and swallows my cock down. The sensitive head bumps the back of his throat, and I twist blindly, pressing buttons until the alarm sounds and the lift judders to a stop.
Asa pulls back, taking my cock in his hand again and tapping the head against his tongue. He smiles lasciviously and pulls back slightly. “No cameras,” he says happily, and then bends back to his task.
He roots in against the base of my cock, taking deep breaths. “Fuck, I love your smell. When you go back home, I want you to leave me these briefs. I want to keep them so I can smell you.”
“Dirty bastard,” I say admiringly, and then pull him against me. He opens his mouth obediently and moans under his breath as I slide my cock between his lips. He starts to suck hard, staring at me intently, and I obey his silent instruction. We have to be quick. I lean back against the lift wall and then still as movement catches my eyes. I look up and see our reflection in the mirrored wall.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
I’m leaning back, a study in debauchery. My clothes are open and disarranged, my Henley pushed up and my jeans sagging around my hips. A flush rides high on my cheeks. My mouth is slack and wet, and my eyes are dark. Asa kneels at my feet, and I choke on my spit as I see him open his jeans and withdraw his cock before starting to masturbate with his free hand.
The image and the heated wet suction finish me off, and I cry out and shoot into his mouth. I