“Is this okay?” he asked.
I leaned up and kissed him. “Perfect. Fuck me.”
He moaned and filled my ass with his cock. After the way he’d eaten me out there was no pain or burn, just that good feeling of having him inside me. The bump against my prostate had my eyelashes fluttering and I hugged him close.
“I’ve only done this a couple of times. Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong.”
“So far it’s all really right.”
He smiled and kissed me, and we fogged up his glasses, but he didn’t stop to remove them as he began to thrust at a steady, perfect pace. He didn’t rush or lose control but shifted around until he was hammering my prostate and I was gasping and clutching his arms. He went onto his knees, and I ended up with one leg over his shoulder, and the adjustment changed the angle of entry enough that on each plunge into my hole he caused my lower stomach to tingle and my cockhead to throb. He fucked with the measured determination of a soldier marching until sweat stung my eyes and I was so close to exploding it hurt.
“Almost there,” I said.
He bent forward and drilled me faster, and I pulled him down into a kiss. The sweetness of the drinks we’d had earlier lingered on his tongue and mixed with salt—it was perfection. His belly pressed against my cock as he was fucking into me, and the extra stimulation fired pleasure through all my limbs. My balls emptied; it was too much. I could barely catch my breath as waves of heat smashed through my groin to swirl out into the rest of me. His hips moved faster, then his steady pace faltered.
“Yes, yes, fill me up, Maurice. Fuck, I wish you weren’t wearing the condom. I wish you were just in me.”
He bit the side of my neck and a new wave of pleasure washed over me as he buried his cock deep in my ass and moaned in my ear. “Coming in you is the best thing ever.”
Happy tingles—which had nothing to do with an orgasm and everything to do with how much I liked Maurice—danced across my skin, and we kissed until he sat back, holding the condom in place so his cum didn’t spill. He was very serious as he pulled out of me, and I lay there in a daze as he tied off the latex. I knew how good fucking him felt, how much I liked it, and I hoped we were on the same page.
Maurice grabbed a tissue from my nightstand and wrapped the condom, tossing it down on the floor. There was a garbage can somewhere, but I couldn’t get my mind to work. He lay down at my side and cuddled me in his arms, and I stared at his sweaty face and wanted to kiss him all over. The only thing I could reach was his nose, so I smooched the tip. He gave me the most beautiful smile for my effort.
“I want to tell everyone about our relationship. I’m happy. Aren’t you?”
He hugged me. “Yes, but with work—”
“Please. I think it will be fine. It’s my business. It’s not as if we’ll be fired.”
He kissed my cheek and stayed there for a long time with his lips resting against my skin, brow furrowed. Finally he leaned back. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I knocked my forehead against his. “I was going to be serious about someone someday. Homophobes aren’t your fault. We deserve to be happy.”
He smoothed my hair off my forehead. “Okay.”
“Okay?” A thrill of excitement had me sitting up, but he pushed me down onto my back.
“Yes, we can do it. I don’t want some big announcement, but we can live our life.”
I wrapped my arms around him and basked in the afterglow. “Thank you.”
“No, thankyou.”
12
MAURICE
The next workweek rolled by as things slowly started to get back to normal after the storm, and it was a good thing, too, because everyone in the office was starting to look ragged around the edges. It took some badgering, but I forced the final invitation list for the summer bash out of Wick, which was much easier than usual to accomplish now that we were dating. Maybe there were some perks to being with him I hadn’t fully considered. All I had to do was go into his office, kiss his neck, and whisper that I would do something fun for him if I had the completed list on my desk by the end of the day.
He had it done in less than an hour.
The electricity eventually came back on at my house, and I was relieved I didn’t have to replace any big-ticket items and the walls didn’t mold. That was about the best I could hope for under the circumstances. My boat had somehow broken away from its moorings, though, and I hadn’t noticed with everything else going on, so I’d had to walk a few miles around the lake until I found where it had drifted, then beg a neighbor to hook it up to their boat so I could tow it home. It was a pain in the ass to say the least, but again, things could’ve been worse.
At least I got my boat back.
Wick and I kept up the same routine we’d been following; although, now I showed up at his house in the mornings fully dressed and ready to go. Eating breakfast together gave us time to talk before we started our day, and it was nice. He even convinced me to stay over three different nights, and I loved how excited he was each time I agreed. Wick managed to make me feel special, and if I wasn’t careful, I would end up living with him. While the thought of that much time with him was fantastic, it also worried me. Would he get tired of having me around? I still felt like we barely knew each other, or maybe I was afraid of repeating old mistakes. I wasn’t sure.
I tried not to worry about everything and simply enjoy what was happening. Every now and then Wick would come out of his office into mine to wrap his arms around me and lay his cheek on top of my head. Sometimes he would offer to go out and get me coffee. Perhaps he was trying to show me that he was just as happy to make a fuss over me as I was doing things for him—even though he literally paid me to follow his orders and take care of whatever he needed.
