THINGS WERE STRAINED BETWEENMitch and me again; I wasn’t sure what to do about it. That simple little kiss in his office fucked me up. It made me want and crave things that I’d never wanted before him and it sent me reeling. I was sure he was going to invite me into his place the same night we kissed in his office to take things farther between us. It was the next logical step for two grown men with insane chemistry between them.
I spent the majority of the day trying to keep my distance from him and get my head screwed on right while on duty. I also tried to come up with a valid reason why I couldn’t go home with him or he with me. I dreaded the conversation I thought I’d need to have with him, but it turned out that my worry was for nothing. Mitch made zero attempts to see me that night or the several nights that followed. In fact, he grew distant and aloof toward me and I didn’t understand why.
Was he playing a game with me?Had I done something to upset him? The push-pull thing we had going on between us was making me absolutely crazy. I was pulled to him as if drawn in by a magnet. He captivated me and held me in his spell; I was just good at hiding the way he made me feel. When I thought we were getting somewhere, I felt pushed away.But wasn’t that what I had done to him?Was that his attempt to get even? Tease me with a light caress of his lips and a light brush of his finger against mine and then shut me out? To what end though?
He said he wanted me and I knew that he did. He couldn’t keep his guard up all of the time and his longing shined through his dark-as-night eyes. In those moments, I was reminded of how he looked on his knees in front of me while he worked my cock in and out of his mouth. God, I wanted to feel the hot, wet cavern of his mouth again while my dick slid over his tongue. I wanted to spill into his mouth and watch his throat work as he swallowed me down. Even more, I wanted him beneath me on a bed as I fucked him senseless. Therein laid the problem. I wasn’t sure that Mitch would want to bottom for me and I couldn’t bottom for him.
I could put us both out of our misery and leave his employment. Maybe out of sight, out of mind meant that we could move on from the impasse we found ourselves in. Mitch could go back to his escorts and I could continue on the lonely path I’d chosen for myself. I’d gotten by so far, but I knew I was fooling myself by thinking I could walk away and not miss him every single day.
It was how I found myself standing at his front door uninvited a week after our last, brief kiss in his office. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for him to answer his door. When he did, I was struck silent by the sight that appeared before me. He stood before me wearing a navy blue t-shirt that had cum splattered all over the front of it. I couldn’t tell if he was entertaining someone else or had just blown his own spunk all over his shirt.
I took a step back and cleared my throat to unclog the lump of disappointment lodged there. “Um, I can see this isn’t a good time. I should’ve called first.”
The happiness I saw on Mitch’s face when he opened the door to find me disappeared and his brows furrowed in confusion. He shook his head as if trying to make sense of it all and asked, “What the hell are you talking about?”
I pointed to his shirt instead of answering and watched as realization dawned across his face. “You look like you’ve been jerking off or you have company.” I shrugged as if I didn’t care, but I really did. I cared too fucking much.
Mitch swiped a finger through the splattered mess and sucked the spill off of his fingers. “It’s icing from my fucking Toaster Strudel, moron. I was watching the damn Dodgers and not paying a bit of attention. They had the bases loaded, no outs and still couldn’t get a run in.”
The disgust I heard in his voice over the game made me want to smile, but I wasn’t ready to let him off so easily. “Uh huh,” I said with what I hoped was a disbelieving look on my face. “I bet that’s what it is.”
Without a word, Mitch wrapped his hand around my neck and brought his mouth to mine. I felt the stickiness of the icing on his lips and I licked them clean. Mitch parted his lips and I took what I’d been craving for a week. I explored every inch of his mouth with my tongue and felt pleasure ripple through both of our bodies.
I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Strawberry.”
“Indeed.” Mitch fisted his hand in the front of my shirt and pulled me inside his house. “Don’t kiss me like that if you don’t mean it, Mark.” I saw the same desperate need in his eyes that I knew shone from my own. “If you’re not willing to pin me to my bed and fuck me stupid then I think you should leave now.”
Mitch answered my unspoken question and I felt every ounce of tension drain from my body. It might not be the fix for the long run, but right then he was giving me what I needed. I vowed then and there that he wouldn’t regret it.
“Lead the way.” My words were met with a glance that contained more heat than I’d ever seen from anyone who looked at me. His eyes threatened to burn me alive, but I knew I’d die a happy man.
Mitch took my hand and led me upstairs. Lust and need radiated off of his body and I felt the tension in the tight grip he kept on my hand; as if he thought I might change my mind at any minute. He kept a leisurely pace to his bedroom; the thundering heartbeat in my chest was anything but. I worried that my heart might pound its way out of my chest and prevent me from having the one thing I wanted the most in the world.
Mitch.
He turned into my arms once we reached his bedroom after what seemed like a two-mile walk. He was as breathless as I was, but it had nothing to do with exertion and everything to do with anticipation. I wasted no time worshipping him. I claimed his mouth in a hot and possessive kiss before we began hastily removing clothes from each other in a desperate attempt to feel skin on skin.
I wanted to take the time to learn every inch of Mitch’s beautiful body from the lean muscles that covered his body to the perfect amount of crisp hair he had on his chest. I was grateful Mitch didn’t feel the need to wax it off and I reveled in his sheer masculinity. My body demanded that I take and reminded me that I could savor later in the afterglow.
Mitch must’ve been of the same accord because he grabbed the dog tags I still wore every day and pulled me to him for another searing kiss. He burned the taste and feel of himself on my soul and I knew I wouldn’t be the same after that night. I accepted that I would be calling Vic the next morning to tell him that I would not be joining his team. It sounded premature in my mind, but I knew that I wouldn’t want to be away from Mitch for weeks and months on end. I wouldn’t want to sleep on a hard, dirt floor when I could be sharing a bed with him. I did my time and for once in my life I was focused on what I wanted and needed to make myself happy.
What I wanted and needed was Mitch. He tugged me over toward his massive bed where I laid him down then used my mouth, hands, and lips to familiarize myself with his body. The need to rush and take had disappeared during my revelation of how much I wanted him in my life. He deserved to be worshiped and not just rutted like a one-night stand.
Mitch had other ideas, of course. “Mark, I need to feel you inside me. Now.”
I ignored the tight grip he had on my hair as I licked his navel on my way down to introduce myself to his cock. It was a magnificent cock too and I hadn’t had the pleasure of tasting or touching it yet. I rectified that immediately as I stroked his shaft while nipping the tender flesh of his inner thighs. I breathed in the smell of Mitch’s aroused masculinity for long seconds before I sucked one of his balls into my mouth.
“Mark… baby. I won’t last. I’ve wanted this for so damn long.” His voice deepened even more when he was aroused until it was reduced to a dark rumble. “Inside me.”
I loved his desperation, I surprisingly loved the way he called me baby, but even more I loved the burst of his arousal on my tongue in the form of the pre-cum that dripped down his shaft. No one had ever responded to me the way that Mitch did and it drove me wild. His lust for me spurred on my need to claim him. Gone was the desire to take things slow and I was back to take, claim, and fuck mode. He could do that to me with a few simple words or the silent plea for me from his dripping cock.
I took my time working his cock in and out of my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked hard around the crown until he trembled and rocked beneath me. I realized just how right he was about not being able to last long. I wanted him to come when I was buried to the hilt inside him. I wanted to feel him quake and squeeze my cock as his orgasm moved through him; I wanted that more than my next breath.
“Supplies?” I asked once I pulled off his cock.
Mitch grunted something unintelligible and pointed to his bedside table. I left him only long enough to grab a condom and some lube. The sight of a dildo inside the drawer turned me on more than I thought possible. If I had my way, he’d never have use for it again. Well, he could retire itafterI got to watch him fuck himself on it.
Mitch took the condom out of my hand and tore it open with his teeth. He took it out of the wrapper and reached down to roll it down the length of my cock until it hugged the base snuggly. It was such a simple act, but so fucking sexy at the same time. It showed how desperate he was to have me inside him and it made me even more frantic to please him.
