I suffered all day at my desk.You can suffer at the bar.??
I’ll have my revenge tomorrow night.
O and don’t jerk off too much.Save me some, huh.
No fucking chance of me being out of it, at this rate.I just laughed and typed back:
Anything you want, Diego.
I think I just came in my pants.
***
I couldn’t think about a goddamn thing at work all day Tuesday, of course.I told Diego not to worry about dinner because I’d cook for us, and that he didn’t need to bring anything but himself.And his little yellow skirt.Please.He promised to be there at six p.m.sharp.
I got home at five thirty and ran around like an idiot, trying to get ready.I jumped into the shower quick, just to wash off the day, and pulled on the sweats—making the bold choice to recreate the commando look with them.Then I went back downstairs to set up the kitchen, but I had second thoughts and started back up the stairs to grab a shirt and underwear after all.
Halfway up, a knock on the door stopped me in my tracks.My heart leapt into my throat, and I felt like I was going to throw it up.Slowly, deliberately, I turned back around, stepped into the little foyer, and opened the door.
Diego stood there, one hand on either side of the doorjamb, posing and grinning.The effect of his little mesh shirt and tiny skirt was even more palpable in person; all the blood in my body rushed straight to my dick.He looked like the rock star I’d always known he was, gorgeous and glam and too good for this town.
“Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful,” I heard myself say.
He laughed and threw himself at me.I swept him up in both arms, and he kicked the door shut behind him and kissed me at the same time.I lifted him by the waist and put him against the wall at the foot of the stairs, pinning him as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.He lifted a leg and wrapped it around my backside, so I grabbed his thigh and slid my hand up, up, and then all the way up to his bare ass.My fingertips traced the crack of it and—yep.No underwear on him, either.
I hooked my other arm under his ass and lifted.He groaned and wrapped both legs around me, rocking his hips.His bare, hot cock rubbed at my belly, flipping his skirt up in front.I pinned him to the wall with my hips and kissed him deep and hard.No thoughts, only want.
He kissed my jaw, lips scraping against my stubble, and I muttered something like, “Sorry.Should’ve shaved again.”
“Don’t you dare,” he murmured.“The stubble is hot.All your hair is hot.I dreamed of cumming on your happy trail last night.”He arched his back to rub himself off against my belly.
I still had a firm grasp on one of his ass cheeks, and I pressed my fingers into his crack, like I could pull him closer, and kissed his face, his hair.
“Take me upstairs,” he whispered.
I pulled back enough to look him in the eye.My glasses settled halfway down my nose.“Are you hungry, though?”
“Starving,” he said with a puffy-lipped smirk.“So fucking feed me, Taran.”
I shivered as he said my name, low and hot in his chest, rumbling against mine.Even I wasn’t dumb enough to miss his general meaning: dessert first, dinner later.I lifted him a little higher and started up the stairs.
He laughed.“Put me down first!”
I was a little bit relieved.He wasn’t all that heavy when I had the wall for help, but I wasn’t sure I could do more than half the stairs carrying him.Not to mention my glasses were about to slide off my face.Could’ve been embarrassing.I held him as he got his boots under him again, and he took my hand and led me up the stairs, still laughing.
“I’m way too horny to end up with a broken leg at the foot of your stairs tonight, boy.”He licked his lips.
“Same,” I assured him.“You do look great, though.”
“I can keep the skirt on.If you want.”He grinned.“Which door?”
As I followed him into my roomy suite, nerves that had been warded off by his appearance suddenly took hold of me again.“Uh, it’s not great, but I just moved—”
“Taran.”He put his hands on both my shoulders and turned me around, then walked me backward until my calves hit the bed.“I don’t care what your bedroom looks like, babe.Shut up and kiss me.”
He gave me a little push and I sat with a bounce, grabbing his waist.He climbed into my lap and started unlacing his boots, so he was perched there with me holding him up, leaning back slightly, as if he completely trusted me not to let him slide off.
So I kissed him.And after a few moments, his boots hit the floor with a loud thud.He reached between us and palmed my hard cock through the sweats, tugging them down roughly as he went.He bit at my bottom lip and pulled back, letting it go with a sharp sensation and a little snap.“Did you save me some?”he whispered, breath hot against my face as he took off my glasses.
