“We don’t have time to shower again, so I propose we sixty-nine and swallow to avoid the need for clean up,” I say.
“Good thinking.” He smiles against my lips.
I spin around into position, throwing off the comforter to reveal his cock. I’ve heard that dicks are bigger in the morning, and Bill is proof positive. His cock is more engorged, with a thicker girth. I lower my face until it disappears into my mouth.
His mouth finds my dick and gets to work, unleashing torrents of lust across my body. From my waist down, I’m in heaven. The harder he sucks me, the harder I suck him. I flick my tongue over his engorged head and sink down until he hits the back of my throat. I love how I have to stretch to fit him, whether downstairs or upstairs.
Bill moans against my dick, the vibrations pushing me closer to climax. Unlike last night, there is no savoring here. We are on the clock, and we’re horny. We both go to town on each other, sucking and stroking as if we can hear the seconds ticking down. Bill thrusts into my mouth, his pre-come hitting the roof. My body becomes weak with unrelenting desire between the heat of him inside me to the orgasm building in my balls.
I breathe in the musky smell of his crotch as I deep throat him as best I can in this position. Despite the time crunch and inherently awkward position of a sixty-nine, I have to say I’m giving great head. Bill writhes under my touch, his groans getting louder and more intense against my dick.
My legs shake, unable to hold back. “Bill,” I cry out.
“Right there, too,” he manages, his muscular legs also wobbling with the impending climax.
I deep throat him and grab his thighs as I explode into his mouth and feel his seed shoot into mine. We take a moment to lay there and catch our breaths.
“I’ve never been so grateful for a blizzard,” he says.
On the train, we keep things strictly business. We go over important items for the day and Bill’s to-do list. Outside, sunshine reflects off the snow, and the majestic buildings of Chicago gleam in the orange light. Our train goes over the river, sheets of broken ice over its surface. Bill FaceTimes with Rowan one more time, showing her the snowy Chicago skyline.
At the airport, I focus on navigating us through a busy security station to the gate. Bill is ensconced in his phone. Business stops for no one. With each terminal we pass, my heart sinks, knowing we’re one step further away from our hotel suite and one step closer to the office. Maybe after I leave the company, we can grab coffee from time or time. But how will that go?
How’s Edwin and do you still think about me riding your big, fat cock?
I don’t know if it’s possible to stay colleagues, and I don’t know if I consider us friends. Bill will get a new EA, and soon I will be forgotten, a name from the past.
I slump into the uncomfortable chair at our gate. Since we’re boarding in ten minutes, there’s not enough time to go back to the airport lounge. It’s for the best. The last thing I need is a morning cocktail.
“I’m definitely going to sleep on the plane,” Bill says, tapping away on his phone.
“Same,” I lie. I’m already missing him.
My phone buzzes, zapping me from my sad mood.
“I put something on your calendar,” Bill says.
I open my work calendar, but there’s no new meetings. I check the notification again and cock my head.
“You sent it to my personal calendar,” I tell him. How does he even have access to my personal calendar?
“Yeah,” is all he says back.
No problem. I can copy the information into a new meeting for my work calendar. When I open the calendar invite, my heart stops.
Bill Crandell sent you a calendar invitation:
February 14.
7 pm.
Have dinner with me?
I read and reread the invite as the breath returns to my lungs. Bill watches me with excited eyes.
“This…uh…what is this?” I mumble, my heart leaping into my throat.
“If you put in your two weeks notice today, then your last day at the company is February 13. Which means on February 14, which just so happens to be Valentine’s Day, I can take you on a date and tell you how much I like you without suffering any HR repercussions.”
