“Yes.” He looked at me quizzically, confused about why I repeated his words. “I wanted to tell you about my conversation with Rodney. Plus, we must eat, so why not do it together.”
My whole body shook with a little happy shudder. I had myself a damn sexy construction worker, his jeans wrapped around his muscular legs and perfectly formed ass. His t-shirt stretched across well-developed pecs, and those biceps were delicious. I wanted to strip his clothes off and worship every inch of him. Maybe he could take his lunch to go, and we could enjoy our break another way.
“Hi you.” I walked up to him and claimed his mouth. My dick was already rock hard. I pushed him against the elevator doors. Reaching behind him to make sure visitors were locked out. The only people that could bypass that lock were in this room. He pulled back, raising that eyebrow.
My hand found the front of his jeans. “Hi you.” He croaked out. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and shoved it over his head, then stopped and gazed at the miles of muscle in front of me. I gave him soft bites along his chest; I had never been much of a biter until Aaron, and now I liked how his body responded when I used my teeth. Each time my mouth touched him, he made lovely moaning noises that made my cock twitch. I shoved my leg between his thighs, grinding my length against him. His warmth felt amazing even through our clothes; his answering hard-on rubbed against my own.
I heard the bags of food hit the ground as he grabbed my head and crushed our mouths together. He kissed me urgently. Both of us were now fueled by lust as I wrapped my arms around his back and ran my nails across the skin. He hissed, and his hips moved into me. I pushed right back at him, pinning and rubbing against him, then grabbed his waist, spinning our bodies, and moved him towards the couch. He sat with a grunt. I climbed on his lap, devouring his mouth. Every time our tongues touched, I felt fire rip through my body.
I reached between us and freed his glorious manhood. Every time I touched him, I marveled at how good he felt in my hand. The heat against my palm, the velvety smooth taut skin, I could stroke his thick length all day. I kept kissing him; I never got tired of stroking him, feeling him throb against my palm. I had my fingers wrapped around him, then pushed my hand down his entire length.
As I squeezed the base and then slid back up until I could rub my thumb over the slit teasing the head, and enjoyed the way the ridge felt under my fingertips. Aaron would shudder while I touched him. I loved taking him to the edge and making him lose himself because of me. The fact I could do this to him made me feel amazing and even more in love.
Once he covered my hand with his release, he took me in his mouth. Showing me how much he enjoyed what I had just done. He swallowed every drop of me and told me he couldn’t get enough. I could get used to sharing our lunch breaks. We cleaned ourselves up and then rescued our lunch bags.
“I’ll make sure we have lunch together often.” He gave me one of his gorgeous smiles. “Being the boss, I can swing an extra half hour a few days a week.” He laughed, which made my body try to rally. That laugh always went right to my groin. It was a sound I would never get tired of hearing.
“I like how you think.”
He gave me my sandwich. “I talked to Rodney. He told me he is bisexual and doesn’t want to deal with the bigotry still in the sport.”
“I completely understand what he is talking about. I wish he were wrong, but he isn’t.”
“So that you know, I asked Rodney to share his truth with you. I hate that I even had to ask. It frustrates me that he had to make this kind of decision.” He took a bite of his sandwich. “This is rather good. Eat yours.”
“I understand what you are saying.” I took his free hand. “Look at it this way. We can walk down the street holding hands and even kiss. Twenty years ago, we couldn’t. That’s a lot of change.”
“You are right. That’s a good thing.” He continued to eat. “One more thing, Rodney would like you to call him. He wants to give the guy he is dating one of the signed hats you gave him but wants to know you are okay with that.”
“You can tell him I don’t mind.”
“Nah, I think it’s good for you two to have a friendship without me in the middle. You are family, too. You should talk directly. He also wants to show you off beingMisterHot Shots.”
I was very touched by how he included me in his family. I needed to tell him how I felt. I was just so afraid I would scare him away from me.
“Give me his number, and I will give him a call. Do you know which ballcap?”
“The one signed by Sean Elroy. I guess his friend likes him as a player. I understand Rodney played baseball with this guy in high school.”
“I can do so much better than just a ball cap. Sean is a client. We can impress Rodney’s gentleman friend.”
“You are amazing. I’ll let you two discuss that.” Aaron gave me a long, enthusiastic kiss before returning to work. “Thank you for a fantastic lunch break! I enjoyed having dessert first.” I grinned at him.
“You brought all the right things for me to enjoy my meal completely.” I was thinking how corny we were. It was fun to have a playmate. I gave him another quick kiss and told him to get going before I started taking his clothes off again.
I texted Rodney. He called me minutes later. “Hey Rodney, your uncle said you wanted to talk to me about one of the ballcaps I gave you.”
“Yeah, I am dating this guy. He likes Sean Elroy. I don’t understand how he could conceivably like him better than Josh Turner, but he has a rocking body and makes me laugh, so I forgive him for his poor choice of baseball heroes.”
“Since Sean and Josh are my clients, I like them equally.”
“Oh dang. Both are your clients? You know everyone.”
“I have a baseball and glove, both signed by Sean. It would make a lovely set. If you want to bring the cap, I have a guy who makes display cases. We could put them all in something like that as a nice gift.”
“River, that’s too much. I can't take a gift like that even though Jeremy would go crazy for it.”
“I told you before that these items are just gathering dust. At least it would go to someone that would appreciate it. The four of us should get together for dinner. I can get us a table at Delizioso.”
