I only wanted a little longer to pretend this was all there was in the world.
Every sweep of his tongue made it that much easier to imagine. It was strange how we could share the same act over and over, and yet it felt different every time. There was something gentler, even more passionate in his movements, unlike the excitement, the rush we’d experienced as we scrambled out of our clothes, forced our bodies together again and again. There was such calm, as though each of us just wanted to stay in this sacred space and appreciate the beauty of all we shared.
He pulled back and gazed into my eyes, a softness in his expression unlike any I’d seen in it before. It was a rare vulnerability for the man who so rarely showed any.
He chuckled, and it caught me by surprise. “What is it?”
“Just a crazy turn of events to my day, is all. Why did you ask it like that? Why do you look so concerned now?”
“I thought I might have done something stupid or ridiculous. I was nervous that I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Everything we just did is the opposite of stupid or ridiculous. Definitely far better than anything I imagined it would be. And trust me, Mr. Warner, I had very high expectations.” He leaned closer as he said those words before granting me another kiss.
“Can you just call me James now?” I asked between kisses.
He purred. “But it’s so much more sexy to call you Mr. Warner, isn’t it?” He wasn’t wrong. In fact, something about the more problematic aspect of our relationship was enticing, but only when I divorced it from the very real issues it could present in my life.
“Sorry. I’ll call you James if that’s what you’d rather. No need to make this more uncomfortable than it already is.”
“I’m very comfortable right now.”
“I think it might be more comfortable if I get you to a bed instead of having to lie on this desk.”
“Yeah, could be more comfortable.”
He grinned. “You have to be a good boy and help me clean up this mess first.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant until he moved down and licked up some of the cum on my chest, but he didn’t make it quick or stop. He pulled it into his mouth and continued licking and sucking, then moved to the bit above my navel, doing the same with it. He lapped some off the head of my dick before licking his way up my body, over the ridges of my abs.
A few soft kisses traced across my jaw, his lips nearing mine. I opened my mouth as he gave me the taste of us before his lips slammed down and we shared it, licking and sweeping tongues together, each of us swallowing what we could of ourselves. A droplet slipped out through a crack in our kiss, and we both fought to get to it first, chuckling at our greediness.
“You need to learn to share,” he said, which made me laugh too.
He hooked his arms under mine. “Wrap your legs around me, James.”
I obeyed, and he hoisted me into the air, carrying me toward the door.
“Fuck,” he said as he stumbled and hit my back against the doorframe.
“Ow,” I cried out.
“Shit. That was supposed to be all swoony and romantic.”
I unleashed a howl of laughter, something that felt new, like I’d never done that before him. And the way he cringed, as if he felt like such an idiot, was so disarming, I couldn’t resist another kiss. We were playful, silly.
He pulled away from the kiss and glanced down the hall. “Okay. Let’s try this again. Which way is the bedroom?”
I navigated him to the master bedroom, and he set me on the bed, stealing some more kisses. Our taste lingered on our tongues, and I didn’t know why that gave me such a rush.
Maybe because it was evidence of that experience we’d shared in my office.
It was real, and it was ours.
I rolled on top of him and kissed down his body, reaching his cock, which I licked, lapping up the remaining cum. This was the first time I’d ever tasted another man’s cum, and I was hooked. I was addicted to everything about being with a man.
Not just any man—Kyle.
I kissed my way up him, enjoying each and every muscle before our lips met again. There was a quiet to our kissing as it evolved, as we were no longer just lust