“Why?” he asks. “If it’s not what you usually want.”
“Who the fuck knows what they really want. You didn’t either.”
“I thought I did,” he says.
“So, maybe we were both wrong.”
“Does this mean I’ll get to see you again after tonight?”
“If I’m not mistaken, my team and I have a meeting with you at two on Thursday.”
He laughs. “Evan told me you guys were being weird about setting a date and time.”
“We come and go a lot,” I say.
“Oh, is that it?”
“I was trying to figure out what your angle is.”
He sighs and rests his head on my upper arm as his fingers thread through mine. “I should have known who you were at the bar. It irritated me that I didn’t. I need to be paying better attention. I’ve just had my head up my ass at work lately. I need to focus.”
“Is this helping you focus?”
“Believe it or not, yes. But you didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m available whenever,” I tell him.
“You shouldn’t say that to me. I can be demanding.”
I smile. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Isaac’s soft laugh hits my ear before he lifts his head to start kissing me again. I welcome his tongue back into my mouth as my cock throbs inside my pants. Getting him naked is becoming a pressing matter. I grab his ass and rub my hard cock against his damp pants and softening dick, trying to communicate this. His hand slides up the front of my shirt, and he plunges deeper into the kiss.
I groan. My balls are so full, they’re starting to ache. Grabbing his hand, I take it off my chest and move it down to cover my crotch. “Get me off,” I tell him. I don’t think I’ve ever demanded that out loud before, but the way his kiss goes from sensual to eager makes me think he likes being told what to do sometimes, too.
I help him open my pants. He draws my dick out and jerks it a few times in his dry fist. My head drops back as sharp relief courses through me just from his touch. He’s watching his hand move over my length, his grip tightening and loosening in a perfect rhythm. Soon, however, he’s lowered himself to liebetween my thighs, and I’m spreading for him. He feeds himself my cock, taking it deep in one pass, his hand moving to massage my tight balls.
His dark eyes meet mine while I watch him, and it’s so hot. I need to come so badly, I don’t bother fighting the build. His tongue works me over thoroughly as he attempts to swallow as much of me as he can. When his tongue licks out to swipe across my base, I have to close my eyes to hide the fact that they’re rolling back in my head. “God damn.”
His hands smooth over my hips, and he lets out a low growl. The sound and the feel of it on my cock sets me off. “I’m coming,” I warn about half a second before I’m shooting down his throat. He backs off to drink my cum—every spurt, gush and drop.
I squirm and grab for his hands, holding them in a tight grip as I unload all this built up tension—sexual and somehow also otherwise. He drains me, leaving me boneless and breathless.
Afterward, he rests his head on my thigh, turning his hands over in mine and gripping them back. I don’t know what to say, much less think about any of this. He’s the company CEO, but we’re both single. The sex is next level, and I like him, but I’m not sure how the next part is supposed to go. I’m not even sure it’s worth discussing yet other than to say yeah—let’s dothisagain.
“This feels good,” he says.
“I hope so,” I mumble.
“I mean this part. You have a nice presence.”
“Do I?” No one’s ever said that about me. Normally, I set people on edge. No one’s exactly chomping at the bit to talk to me, and I assume it’s because I don’t make it easy. I have issues with eye contact and personal space.
“Ithink so,” he says.
What does that mean, though? I sigh but try to keep it quiet. It’s beginning to get cold enough that the fire pit isn’t quite cutting it—especially with my still slightly wet dick hanging out in the breeze.
“Can we go in?” I ask.
