“Fine. But no porn. They deduct it from your paycheck.”
“I wasn’t gonna, but… How do you know?” I asked, looking up and suppressing a laugh.
“I was alone in the field for a long time. Sometimes hotel porn is naughtier than the internet.” He chuckled.
“Fair,” I said and finagled the covers from under us to over us and snuggled into him.
I chose a free movie I’d seen before, hoping for it to lull me to sleep while he was my pillow. Alec stayed there, playing with my hair and kissing my head every once in a while. I was in and out for some time. When I was more out than in, Alec carefully moved me and got up to slip underwear on and do some work. I liked that he waited for me to fall asleep, even if I wasn’t, but wished he would’ve stayed naked. I fell asleep scaredhe wouldn’t return, but I woke up as he got back into bed, curling his body to mine to be my big spoon.
Chapter Eleven
Inever met Alec’s soon-to-be ex-wife, Vivian. She didn’t come to events where spouses were invited, and once Alec moved in, there was no reason to see her ever again. I’d think about her often in the month after he arrived and how much of a good thing she squandered.
Alec only spent the first night in the guest room. Even then, he left mine after I fell asleep on his chest. We’d been sharing my bed—and the rest of my apartment—ever since. He gave my tiny double bed shit all the time, but stopped short of suggesting I get a new one. We’re both big dudes, and as much as we liked to cuddle, the man is a furnace at night. It was one reason we enjoyed traveling for work so much—queen or king-sized beds.
Of course, no one knew Alec was staying with me, and only a few knew about his divorce. He got to the office earlier than me, so we never traveled together. I showed up at social events, like happy hours, before him and left after he did.
Alec was… different after he moved in. Happier, but less “on.” At least when it was just us. He wasn’t the life of the party at my apartment, nor did he need to light up the room. It helped that we were so in sync everything was smooth, which extendedto our performance in the field. We didn’t lose a single pitch after he moved in.
I’d look at him sometimes and think, what the fuck was Vivian thinking? He’s hot, makes good money, takes care of more shit around the apartment than I ever did, and was anamazingfuck. I wouldn’t say he was better than me, but we’d never fucked the same people. His marriage was monogamous, and I’d never fucked myself.
And we fuckeda lot. All over my apartment, several times a day, those first few weeks. So much so I worried we’d break my bed. It amazed me how horny we both were, but I guess that’s what happens after denying a fundamental part of ourselves for decades and then giving each other unfettered access to it.
It was more than access on the road, though. Being in a hotel always made me horny, and Alec seemed to agree. He was so dominant, coming up with the weirdest, kinkiest sex games that left me breathless and empty-balled.
He loaded me up before pitch meetings. We’ve licked every single inch of each other’s bodies. I’ve spent hours with his flaccid cock in my mouth—either watching rented hotel movies, or under the desk while he answered emails. I’d gotten him off with my mouth or ass, with no involvement on his part. And when our balls were empty, and we were sweaty and exhausted, he treated me like a goddamn king—cuddled, catered to, cleaned, and given sincere gratitude. I took the thanks, not that I needed it. The dirtier and more dominant he was, the harder I came, and the more I loved it.
Alec was less dominant at my place. Quickies, all-night fuck fests, exhausted or hungover slow and soft sex. I knew he needed me to initiate, which I did all the time because I had not only learned to enjoy bottoming for him, but fucking craved it.
The second time he ever fucked me, the night after we blew each other at the conference, was mind-blowing. Alec tookcomplete control that night, but not in the kinky, dominant way. He was gentle and treated my body like a temple to be worshiped. Alec stripped me nude as soon as we got back to the room and kissed every single inch of me while doing so. Then knelt before me and sucked me right to the edge of filling his mouth.
I didn’t need to tell him to stop. He just knew. It was only our fourth time messing around, and only his second ever having another man’s penis in his mouth—but he knew my body like the back of his hand.
“I was about to…” I said after he let my throbbing cock fall from his mouth.
“I know,” he said, standing up to undress himself while kissing me.
It was a deep, sensual kiss that went deeper as he guided me down on the bed. I was on my back, and he was between my legs. He told me to hold them up, and I did. Then, out of nowhere, he licked my asshole. It was surprising and impressive. His five o’clock shadow did things to that most intimate part of my body I didn’t know were possible.
“Holyfuck, Alec. What the fuck?” I moaned.
He chuckled, letting his tongue slide over my hole before looking up at me. “Feel good?”
“Fuck yeah, man. Phenomenal.”
“Good.”
He went back to eating me out and playing with my balls. I was right; they were his new favorite toy. I didn’t know that I’d be spending whole evenings with his hand down my pants, fiddling with them non-sexually. I love my balls played with, so it was never a problem.
At some point, he got up, went to his bag, and returned with a bottle of lube. “I came prepared tonight,” he said, retaking his spot between my legs.
“When did you get that? And where? I don’t think they sell that at the gift shop.”
He chuckled again. “They don’t. I looked. I went into town on lunch.”
Alec lubed his fingers and pushed one, and then two, inside me. It felt so much better than the last time I was penetrated. While doing so, he found my prostate and gave it a nice massage, all the while sucking my dick and playing with my nut sack.
It felt incredible. More than incredible. Amazing. Some of the best sex feelings I’d ever had.
