I thought Alec looked good in his sweatpants, tee, and zipper hoodie. But then again, I’d still find him sexy-as-fuck in an evening gown made of used dish rags. Which was gross and also disturbing.
“An hour?” Alec asked. “The event’s at 7:00. It’s 5:00 now…”
“An hour,” Lisa said, and it was settled.
Our room wasn’t a suite, but it was the biggest room Alec and I had ever shared, with enough space for a couch and two desk chairs. It was nice, but a total waste since we were at a conference with zero time to work in the room.
Also, it just made me feel weird as fuck. The last time we were in a hotel room, only a few days ago, Alec nutted all over my face and open mouth. Since then, I’d been deferring to him in a way that felt servile. That’s not who I am or what I want. I am not submissive to anyone, especially another guy—even if I find him attractive.
I always saw myself as a dominant man. Not some alpha, man-o-sphere bullshit, but the aggressor. Instead, I was freaking putty in his hands. I called himsir,for fuck’s sake. It was hard to look him in the eye sometimes. Myself in the mirror, too. I could explain it away as just being drunk and horny, but I beat off to the memory so many times after I got home, I had to admit there was something more to it.
I’d never, ever, been more turned on in my life than when he was giving me orders. It scared me, but there were few things I wouldn’t have done if he commanded me to. Just the thought of pleasing him brought me intense sexual gratification. I wanted to suck his cock because sucking cocks is a hot fantasy of mine, but also, I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted him to make use of my mouth and find it good. I wanted to be worthy of him. Andthatwas a mind fuck beyond all else.
“You good, Blackwood?” Alec asked, breaking me out of my daymare. “You look like you’re freaking out right now.”
“Yeah. Yup. All good.”
Fucking hell, even my smile was fake. What the fuck was going on with me?
“Yeah?” Alec tensed his eyes before letting his face slack into a small smile. “Want me to get another room?”
“No. No, of course not. I’m good.”
“You sure? ‘Cause I mean, I can.” He laughed. “Christ, you look bewildered! We’re not the first sales team to fuck around. If you’re uncomfortable, let me know, man.”
The tension burst, and I laughed. What a wild thing to say. “What the fuck?”
“Yeah, man. Why do you think teams are all the same gender, except for Lisa and Henri, and Kevin and Jess? Because Henri and Jess are gay.”
“That sounds like some kind of phobic, but I’m not sure which…” I laughed.
Alec shrugged before taking off his shirt. “Maybe. I’m sure HR vetted it and shit. But at this place, who the fuck knows? Though,” he dropped his sweatpants, “it’s not a bad policy.”
“I stand by my earlier statement.” My face was red, and I was trying to smile while not looking at his body. It was a losing battle.
“You gonna change?”
“Yeah, uh… in a minute.”
He stood up straight. “Is this gonna be a problem, Blackwood? One of the reasons I liked rooming with you was because I didn’t need to be shy.”
“No, man.” I swallowed and forced my eyes to roll. “There’s got to be a better way than separating the boys and girls like middle school. How have they not been sued?”
“They have.”
“What?”
He stood there in his underwear, his bulge begging to be caressed, but spoke as if we were getting lunch at the office. “So, this was all before my time, but they used to have mixed-gender teams, and they all fucked—allof them. Everyone knew. It just wasn’t talked about. But they were mostly young and single, so it wasn’t a big deal.”
“You get how that’s a big deal, right?”
He waved his hand at me. “Yes, of course. Remember how freaked out I was after we fooled around?”
I looked away. “Uh-huh.”
“So I get it. Apparently, it was different back then, but I wasn’t there. It only stopped because someone got pregnant.”
“Only one?”
