“True. But I still want to be able to carry my king to the bedroom, no matter his size. I don’t get nearly enough practice as is, so I’m not missing out on this opportunity.”
How can you not like someone like this? It’s just impossible.
Giddy, I enjoy being manhandled onto the huge bed with the flowers. I’ve no idea how Jake arranged all of this, but it couldn’t have been easy. It makes tonight even more special as I’ve never had anyone go to such lengths so that I could have a good time. Because this is what he is doing. From the romantic private dinner to the bed and the flowers, it’s like he’s peeked right into my most secret fantasies and decided to gift them to me. Not even my brother knows that I love stuff like this. To him and everyone else, I am the serious businessman who onlycares about work and hasn’t had a partner since I took over dad’s company. And the truth is that I was fine with it. I’d even started to believe it myself. Only life decided to throw at me this unstoppable curveball that Jake is.
“I hope carrying is not the only thing you’d like to do to your king,” I drawl when I realize that Jake is just gazing at me and hasn’t started undressing yet. I’m dying to see him naked. To taste him. To make him feel good so he can experience even a fraction of what he does to me.
“Who’d have thought you’d be so bossy in bed?” he chirps, slowly unzipping his pants.
I hold my breath, heat pooling to my core. My stomach flutters and I swallow hard as his pants and shirt drop to the floor and leave him just in his black briefs. The V of his hips looks delicious. It’s clean-shaven, smooth and as prominent as his sexy abs. I can’t wait to lick them.
“I take it you are enjoying the view?”
I smile, giving my hardening cock a stroke through my pants. “You could say that. But I’m also wondering why you aren’t naked yet, so I can suck your dick.”
His nostrils flare. A slow, wolfish smile stretches his lips, giving him a wild edge. He looks ready to jump me. That’s good. I’m at my limit.
Slowly, he slips his fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pushes it down an inch. It hangs just below his hip bones, tempting me to reach out and rip it off him. I somehow resist, but only because I am enjoying the way he’s teasing me. I’ve never really taken the time to build things up like this; I usually get straight down to business.
Jake finally rids himself of his briefs. I inhale sharply, my mouth watering. His cock is gorgeous, thick and long and already leaking. It’s a hundred times better than how I imagined it. I bet it tastes and feels amazing, too.
“God, if you keep looking at me like this, I’ll explode before we even get to the good part.”
“I’m fine with that. Just do it in my mouth. I’m confident my skills will make you hard again afterwards.”
He groans, throwing his head back on a laugh. “Fuck. I love the filth you say. Why did I ever think that you might be one of those shy and clueless cuties in bed? You’re nothing short of a devil.”
I’d say I get this a lot, but the truth is that I don’t. Talking isn’t usually part of my encounters. Now that I think about it, they are very clinical. Which fits me just right. I meet up with someone, release the tension or scratch an itch, and I go back to my life.
Jake is the exception. The wildcard I didn’t account for because there wasn’t supposed to be one.
Still smiling, Jake bends down and begins fumbling with my pants. His fingers brush against my erection, rubbing the shaft. I bite down a couple of moans, but his chuckle tells me he didn’t miss them.
“I want to suck you, too,” he says, licking his lips as he shoves his hand inside my underwear and grabs me.
I shiver, stars dancing across my vision. It’s just his hand, but it feels amazing. Being hard throughout the day on multiple occasions has made me extra sensitive. “Get on the bed, then. I’m pretty sure we can make it work for both of us.”
Jake complies, helping me lose the rest of my clothing in the process. He rolls under me with his head at the foot of the bed and takes my dick in his mouth without a warning. My knees buckle from the sudden surge of pleasure, and I almost collapse on top of him.
“You taste divine,” he mumbles around my crown, licking and sucking with greed.
I love it. So much so I can feel pressure building at the base of my spine. I’m pretty sure he can make me come screaming just with his mouth, but I’m better than that. I have to show him that I have game, too.
Turned on like I’ve never been before, I focus on his dick. I trace a line from the tip to the base with my tongue, tasting him. There is an underlying sweetness to the musk that’s just so Jake. It spurs me on, so I take his entire cock in my mouth. In no time I am blowing him eagerly as he does the same. Our moans and gasps intermix, loud in the quiet bedroom where only a hint of the jazz music from the conference lounge can reach.
“Any kinks I should know about?” he asks, kneading my ass while he takes a breather.
I contemplate my answer and how much to divulge. “No, but I usually…”
“You usually?” he prompts, kissing my slit, then licking the pre-cum off it.
My eyes roll back from pleasure. “I get tested after every encounter. And I require the other party to provide health check results before we have sex. I don’t like condoms.”
He freezes, his fingers digging into my ass. “Oh fuck.”
A frisson of fear crosses through me. This is usually something that’s been preliminary agreed, but I realize I never mentioned it. Plus, maybe Jake prefers not to do it bareback. Or maybe he hasn’t tested recently.
I give his shaft a firm stroke and let out a tense exhale. “Sorry. This is a bit awkward and I should’ve told you earlier. I just… got carried away and then—”
