Without another word, Troy walks away.
I do what he says, making sure to enjoy the final minutes of the gala on the dance floor. My confidence is coming back to me. After weathering a mini-scandal, maybe I’ve recovered in time to close this season right.
Troy is still a puzzle in a lot of ways, but the more time I spend we spend together, the more I know I genuinely like him. Our arrangement is perfect for me right now, but the fantasy of having more is growing louder. I’m not sure he would even consider coming out, let alone attending something like this as my actual date, but the idea of walking into the ballroom with Troy, arm in arm, fills me with joy.
But that’s a fantasy. Best to stay focused on what’s really happening.
And later tonight, what’s really happening is lots of blowjobs, hopefully.
By the time I’m in the back of the car, I’m already rock hard, ready to burn off all my tension and earn Troy’s orgasm grunts again. The driver goes only a few blocks before he pulls us up to the rear of a stone building and tells me an entrance code before driving off, and when I step out of the car, I realize I’m at Troy’s place and not another hotel.
Holy shit. He invited me back to his place. The surprise of that hits me like another wave of pleasure. When I reach his now-familiar door, he’s right there to greet me.
Troy still wears his tuxedo pants, but he’s down to a white undershirt, half-undressed. He takes me by the elbow and draws me in, locking the door behind us.
“Your place,” I tell him, impressed. “Very nice.”
We stand chest to chest, both breathing heavily in the doorway. He doesn’t answer for a long, loaded moment, and then Troy grabs my shirt, taking my collar in his hand.
“My place,” he growls.
Hell yeah.
He’s forceful but not quite rough as he works open my bow tie. “Been waiting to touch you all night,” he says, and his grip is light against my throat.
I let him unbutton my shirt, and Troy slides his hand against my chest. His touch is so good, I quiver against him.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, sliding my jacket off, every thought leaving my head as it hits the floor. I drag my mouth at his neck, letting my teeth barely scrape his skin, his beard on my lips.
I palm Troy’s fat dick, finding him just as hard as I am. “We behaved at the gala. Now I get to misbehave.”
He starts walking me backward into his place as he paws my shirt open. “Was that behaving?” He pushes me against the wall, and with a growl, he squeezes my dick through my pants, giving me a good, greedy grope. “I seem to remember you suggesting squats in the storage room.”
I slam my lips against his. The reality that he’s invited me over for sex lands like an affirmation of trust or something I don’t quite understand.
But I wanted it from him, even if I didn’t quite realize it.
By the time we’ve grunted and wrestled our way to his bedroom, we’re both in our underwear. Troy keeps groping my ass, palming my cheeks, and I can feel something inside of me, hot and eager and new.
He pushes me to the massive bed, and I finally get to look around. The dark blue walls are almost entirely bare, but there’s a framed newspaper by the stout wooden dresser. The room is tidy for the most part, except for a stretching band on a chair, some clothes tossed by the closet, and the bed’s flannel sheets, which are only messily made.
I lean up, my legs spread and hanging off the mattress while he stands above me. I palm his heavy balls, eyeing him hard, and feel the rumble that goes through his body.
“Want to lick my asshole?” I ask.
Troy’s entire body jerks. His dick throbs against my hand, and he grabs my shoulder hard.
“Sounds like a yes to me.”
“Yes.”
Suddenly, Troy is on top of me. His hand is on my hip, and he moves me easily, turning me onto my belly as he crawls behind.
“It’s a fuck yes,” he growls in my ear, and Troy pulls my underwear down.
My heart jumps into my throat. I’ve been thinking about this since he played with my rim the other night, and when I consider the image of Troy with his face buried at my ass, my dick leaks in appreciation.
“Naked,” I tell him, pushing my foot back against his underwear. “I need you naked, too.”
