I don’t exactly like that, but I can’t deny he deserves someone to talk to. “Fine. But only her.” I give him a gentle shove backward, pushing him toward the bed. “Second rule. This has no impact on our professional relationship. You keep the dirty talk away from professional events, and I do my job regardless of what happens in this hotel room. Mel already handles your account unofficially, and we’ll transfer you to a junior agent as soon as we can without upsetting Zeke.”
He cocks up a smile. “I’ll miss having you as my personal agent.”
I keep my eyes locked on his. “I mean it. You’re going to keep working just as hard as you have been. If this is a distraction and your game slips, we end it immediately.”
That’s important to me. My integrity demands that I not mess up Orlando’s career, but I care beyond that, too. His last games have been impressive, and I’m rooting for him, not just as his agent.
He could have the kind of career I dreamed of for myself. I won’t let him throw that chance away.
“Once a week,” I conclude, “for us both to figure out what we need to figure out. We get off so we can go back to our lives and do what we need to do. I’ll arrange the hotels. And if anything changes, if you start seeing someone else, or either of us lose interest, then it’s over. I’m not sharing you, and I’m not fucking around with indecision.”
He leans back and pushes the heel of his palm against his crotch, where his cock makes a thick bulge. “No hard feelings?”
I grunt and grab his hip, ready to have at each other but not satisfied that he’s heard me yet. “Understood?”
“Understood. And don’t worry. As long as you’re giving me that cock to suck on, I’m sure I won’t go looking elsewhere.”
I give him another shove, sending him backward onto the bed. “Good. Now undress. You’re going to show me how you like to get off.”
Orlando grins, liking that, and immediately pulls his shirt off. “If you insist.”
I stand there as he kicks his pants off, too, admiring his body. Taking him in like I rarely allow myself to do. Down to his bright blue boxer briefs, he puts himself on display, seeming to enjoy my attention.
Lust coils through me, and I get down to join him on the bed. Orlando meets me, pulling me close, and I take him by the hip, steering us.
He lays out beneath me, and I growl my pleasure as I feel his body, firm and warm.
I’ve been warring with myself over what to do about these feelings, but now that I’m here with Orlando, I’m going to savor it.
I tug my shirt off and throw it aside, then grab Orlando’s underwear, pulling them down. His erection slaps his abs, hard and leaking. Hunger lunges through me, but I don’t touch him yet.
“Show me how you jerk yourself,” I tell him.
If we’re going to do this, I’m not going to waste time trying to figure out mechanics. I’m going to make him come so hard, he won’t know what hit him.
“Bossy,” Orlando teases me, but holds his hand up and spits in his palm. “Not that I’m surprised.” He takes his hard dick by the base. “I like a firm grip,” he says, slowly twisting his wrist as he corkscrews spit up his shaft. “Slow and firm to start.”
My eyes lock on his dick, and I feel the quake of desire at my base.
“You, too,” he says, kicking at my hard dick, which is tenting my pants. “Show me.”
I push my pants down and kick them off, still hovering over Orlando. When I lean back, I get my dick out and put it on display for him, too, and rub my wet crown.
Fuck, it feels good. “Slow,” I agree, pumping myself steadily. “But hard.”
Precum oozes from my slit as Orlando watches me jerk off. His tight fist grinds his cock, and my muscles go taut.
“Then I go faster,” he says, voice strained with pleasure. “I like to tug on my balls, too.”
Before he can take his balls, I reach out and take them myself. Still stroking my erection, I roll his hot sack in my palm, feeling him react.
“Good?” I ask.
Orlando groans and bucks, jerking himself harder in response. Panting, he leans up to meet me. It lets me get in position over him properly, and I drag my hand up from his balls to his shaft, closing my fist over his as we jerk his hard cock in unison.
He thrusts into the friction.
“Fuck,” I rasp. Twisting my fist up his dick like he showed me, his hot, wet precum pours out. It’s still strange to feel the semen of another guy on my fingers, but it’s getting familiar, too.
