I couldn’t hold out much longer. The sudden wake-up call was hot as hell, and before I knew what was happening, I was pumping my hot release down Malcolm’s willing throat.
By the time he slid up the bed, I’d regained enough composure to tackle him backward. His back hit the blankets, and he stared up at me with wide eyes.
“My turn.”
I slid down his body, finding his cock standing at attention, pre-cum oozing down the side. My tongue dragged along the length, gathering the salty liquid before I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked him back.
“Sweet, Jesus.” Malcolm gasped, his hips surging to thrust his cock deeper into my throat. I choked for only the briefest moment, not completely anticipating that he would do that. The second my throat relaxed enough, Malcolm’s hips lifted again and again. He fucked my face without a care in the world, and I was there for every second of it. My cock twitched in an effort to rally, but I’d already had a surprise orgasm this morning. It would be a bit before I could have another.
Malcolm tossed his head back and forth as I continued to suck him, my hand wrapping around his base to jack him in time with my slurps. Drool slid over his cock and down his balls as I went at him at a feverish pace.
And just like me, Malcolm didn’t last very long. With a strangled, garbled shout, he came. His cum coated my tongue as I rushed to swallow it. I kept swallowing until Malcolm was pushing me away, complaining that he was too sensitive for me to keep going. If I had it my way, I’d bottle him up. Malcolm Fisher was my new favorite flavor.
Once we finally disentangled from each other to shower, which resulted in another mutual orgasm, we ate breakfast. Malcolm and his stubborn ass let me treat him to room service because, and if I had it my way, we weren’t leaving the room for the foreseeable future. Okay, fine. Tomorrow. We had to go to the office tomorrow.
Chapter 29
Malcolm
Leaving the hotel room was strange. It was like leaving home, and it wasn’t home. It wasn’t even David’s home. At least I didn’t have to do it by myself.
Since we both needed to go into the office, he insisted it would be easier if we went in together. It already looked suspicious, with David spending the holiday with my family and me, but I swore I also looked well fucked. Well, I was, but they didn’t need to know that.
I had to go home and change first, which meant showing him my apartment. It wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. My place was actually nice, but I’d never once taken someone there. You know, that whole never even making it to the first date thing. That was how I knew David was different. I’d let him in where I’d kept so many out.
My entire body vibrated with nerves as we got out of my car in the parking garage, not used to people intruding in my personal space. I was feeling a little insecure about it. David followed close behind me, and I wanted to turn around, explain things. What the hell did I need to explain? That I wasn’t as obviouslywealthy as he was. He knew that already and didn’t seem to care. The man didn’t come across as shallow at all. He’d accepted me as a person from day one, no matter how hard I’d tried to push him away.
We rode the elevator to the fifth floor, and I led him down the hall, stopping in front of door 504. The shiny gold numbers had given me such a sense of pride when I’d first rented the place. It had been a dream to get a place there and to be able to afford it. I had really done well for myself with my job, and I frequently needed to remind myself that I was more successful than I often believed.
The key turned in the lock, and the sound of the tumbler shifting echoed through my limbs. A sweat broke out on my back as I opened the front door and reached for the light switch that was just inside. Illumination filled the room, and I stood to the side, motioning for David to enter. He gave me a soft smile as he crossed the threshold, and my nerves still wouldn’t settle.
“This is me,” I said unnecessarily as I followed him in, dropping my bags inside the doorway, much like I’d done at the hotel.
David wandered the living room, examining the black leather sofa that sat in the middle of the room. The thing was impractical, but it had screamed ‘bachelor’ when I’d bought it. Maybe that had been part of my issue. Live like you’re single and you’ll stay that way. It’d proven true… until now.
He sat down on the overstuffed cushions before reaching out and running his fingers along the glass coffee table that sat in front of it. “This is nice. Seems a little stiff for you, if you ask me.”
I snorted a laugh, walking deeper into the room to lean over the back of the couch. “Maybe? I don’t know. They all seemed like the right things to get at the time.”
David hummed before looking back at me. “One of the things I like the most about you is that you seem to go against the grain.”
Something warm wormed its way through my system at the compliment. Most people didn’t like different. They wanted predictable. Dependable. Boring? I at least had the dependable part down to an art, but predictable and boring? Nah. Not in a million years.
Instead of continuing to stand there and chit-chat, I needed to get ready for work, this time with minimal orgasm distraction. At least I’d been able to shower back at the hotel. Not that I was complaining about the orgasm part. I had a new record for the number of times I’d been able to come within the last twenty-four hours. It was like we’d made it our mission to try every last dirty thing we could, as if we would never get the chance again.
While I’d told David ‘one last day,’ that no longer rang true. He knew that, didn’t he?
I quickly pulled a fresh pressed shirt from my closet and a pair of slacks, changing before reaching for a matching tie and walking back to the living room so as not to keep David waiting. He’d found the TV remote and had turned on the news, watching something about the morning commute. It took me back to a few years ago when that had been my life. I’d get up early, have a cup of coffee, and see what traffic was like before heading out for the day.
We still had a bit of time before needing to be in the office, so instead of saying anything, I detoured into the kitchen. I pulled two mugs from the cabinet before I set up the coffeepot. The carafe had just started filling when David appeared in the doorway, no doubt tired of waiting on me.
“What are you doing in here?” he asked, like it wasn’t obvious.
I reached for the fridge, pulling out my container of coffee creamer and placing it on the countertop next to the mugs. “I figured we had a little extra time. Might as well wake us up a little more.”
David hummed his approval, standing next to me at the counter and wrapping his arm around my waist. His scent instantly enveloped me. Pine and citrus from his body wash took over my senses, almost overpowering the smell of the coffee. All I wanted to do was turn in his embrace and bury my nose in his neck. Forget about work. Relive yesterday.
Wishful thinking.
