I worried that keeping this part of my life a secret from him had been a huge mistake, but he seemed to accept my logic when I told him. “You’re not mad?”
“Dude, I’m still stuck on the part where you called me your boyfriend.” The happiness on his face made him look younger, less stressed, and far removed from the powerful CEO I knew him to be. I liked this side of him and I hoped to bring it out of him a little more.
“I don’t see why we can’t make out a little bit for the remainder of the ride,” I said as I hit the button to raise the privacy glass.
Mitch scooted over and turned his body into mine just as I did the same with him. I reached my hand around to cup the back of his neck to pull him into me for a kiss that started out as sugary sweet, but like with all our kisses, it quickly turned heated.
My aching dick pressed hard against my zipper in an attempt to get closer to him. I groaned my misery into his mouth and his answer was a wicked laugh when he pulled away from my kisses. Mitch reached between my parted thighs and rubbed my hard-on through the denim of my jeans.
“Mitch,” I said with a warning in my voice.
“Baby, I know a way where I can make this all better and leave behind no evidence.” He sent me a playful wink. “Just don’t yank my hair and I think we can pull it off without getting caught.” Mitch thought about it for a second. “Well, suck it off,” he amended.
I wasn’t about to protest once I saw the wicked intent in his eyes. Instead, I leaned my head back against the seat and watched him make love to my cock with his gorgeous full lips, knowing I was going to get the chance to do the same for him. I realized that Mitch and I were a great fit – both of our careers taught us how to think on our feet, to be creative, adapt, and to overcome obstacles. All great skills to have when you needed to get off.
We were much more relaxed by the time we arrived at Howard and Dorey’s. I grabbed his hand, linked our fingers together, and led him toward the front door. I could feel a bit of tension settling into his body, so I squeezed his hand to reassure him.
“They’re going to love who you’ve become, Mitch.” But, they wouldn’t love him nearly as much as I did.
