When I slipped a finger in alongside my tongue, Greg’s back arched and he gasped, “Close. Too close. I want to come with your cock inside me.”
I sat back on my heels, opened the bottle of lube, and poured a generous amount on two fingers before slowly easing them into Greg’s hole. His deep groan spurred me on, and I added more lube and a third finger.
“So good,” he moaned. “Need your cock.”
I drew my fingers out of his body and opened the condom wrapper. I rolled it on and poured more lube over my aching cock. I grasped his hips and lined up my tip with his hole. “You good?” I asked.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Please. Fuck me hard. Make me feel it.”
I tightened my grip and drove into him in one long thrust. We both groaned when I bottomed out. I held still, waiting for him to adjust to the intrusion. I heard him take several deep breaths before he said, “I’m good. Move.”
I pulled out almost to the tip and thrust back in, hard. I repeated the action, setting a brutal pace that had his body scooting up the bed. I pulled on his hips, digging my fingers in, knowing I’d probably leave bruises. I shifted a bit, and his cry of pleasure let me know I’d hit his prostate. “You like that?” I growled.
“Yes. More. Give me more.”
I increased the tempo. “Take it,” I snarled. “Take it all.”
I felt Greg’s muscles tighten around my rock-hard dick. “I need to come,” he whined.
“Stroke yourself. Come on my cock.”
Greg jerked himself to the rhythm of my thrusts, and then the muscles of his ass clamped down on me so hard I saw stars. Ribbons of cum shot from his shaft onto the duvet below him as his groans of pleasure filled the room. I thrust in twice more and stilled as my cock pulsed with a mind-blowing orgasm that went on forever. And for the briefest of moments, I imagined this thing between us going on forever. I squeezed my eyes shut and willed away the silly dream. This is all it would ever be.
We stayed in that position for a few minutes, both of us catching our breath. Finally, my cock began to deflate, and I gently pulled from his body. He moaned and fell on his side, deftly avoiding the puddle of cum. He stared at me through half-lidded eyes. “Wow. You’re really good at that.”
I chuckled. “Thanks.” I slid off the bed. “I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up.”
But Greg was already moving. “That’s okay. I should get going anyway. I’ll take a shower when I get home.”
“Oh. Sure.” I did my best to hide my disappointment.
I had to deal with this like an adult. Greg had been clear about his boundaries. I had to honor them or end this. I picked up my clothes and put them in the hamper, then got out a pair of sleep pants and a T-shirt. By the time I was changed, Greg had gotten dressed.
I walked him to the door and kissed his cheek. “I had a great time tonight. Thanks for inviting me to the show. And congratulations again for acing the audition.”
“Thanks,” he replied with a smile. “I’ll see you.”
After I locked the door, I used a damp washcloth to wipe Greg’s spend off my duvet. I tossed that into the hamper, grabbed my cellphone off my dresser, and went back into the living room. No new texts had come in, so I got out my laptop and checked my email. There were a couple of requests for a full-time personal bodyguard. I set those aside. I was getting more of those fairly regularly, so I was going to have to talk to Marco and Michael about hiring more staff to fulfill the increased need.
It was after one in the morning by the time I got through all my emails, added five more meetings to my schedule, and sent Michael a list of background checks to run. Marco was off for the next few days, spending time with his boyfriend Liam, so all my messages for him would have to wait. I shut down my laptop and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed.
When I went into the living room to turn off the lights, I noticed a new message on my phone.
Marco
He said yes!
Well shit. I blew out a breath and sat back on the sofa I’d recently vacated. Marco had taken Liam by boat down to right off the coast of Puerto Rico for some stargazing and to propose. So now my younger brother was engaged.
Congratulations! I’m happy for you.
And Iwashappy for him. Especially since his first engagement had ended so tragically. Marco had been sure he’d never fall in love again—until he met Liam. The sassy nurse had captured my brother’s heart with his snark and his ability to stand up to his grumpy attitude.
And now they were engaged.
I hated the bitterness that welled up within me. I wanted that, but for some reason, I couldn’t get it. I kept picking the wrong people. Even Greg, who was a really good guy, was only interested in hookups. I was starting to think I was going to end up being the fun uncle with no kids of my own. With a sigh, I set my phone toDo Not Disturb, turned off the living room lights, and headed to bed. Maybe I’d feel better in the morning.
Newsflash:I did not feel better in the morning. I was pretty sure I scared a group of school kids as I was walking to my office building. IknowI was a grumpy asshole to my executive assistant Liz, even after she brought me my morning coffee.
