For example, there’s this strange area inside him, like an inner wall behind which he keeps part of himself hidden.
It reminds me of afortressthat separates an aspect of him, making it harder for him to experience things freely, carelessly, without holding himself back or constantly keeping himself in check.
But that doesn’t stop me from knocking on its gates from time to time.
And there are these brief moments when we step out of the elevator and Simon exits first, when I let myself brush his hand, and his fingers respond to my touch for a second, leaving me with that sweet sense of a shared secret, like in high school when you held your crush’s hand under the desk.
There are more of those small moments. When we’re riding in the limousine and Simon is busy typing something on his tablet, I slide my hand lightly along Blue’s thigh.
Blue turns toward me, his eyes locking onto mine for a moment, and I can feel it building in me, that desire to pull him closer, to wrap him up in my arms, to feel his lips part so eagerly under mine…
Like anyone, I know a bit about how True Mates function. It’s common knowledge they have sex often and that their libido is much higher than average. Am I already getting a taste of that? I was always horny in general and jerked off a lot, but now it’s directed toward Blue and I really have to force myself to calm down.
I’m curious how I will handle it in the long run, but the answer comes quicker than I hoped.
By the time lunch approaches, my arousal is becoming hard to ignore. Blue has a meeting scheduled with two contractors, people from Japan who came over to finalize some parts of the arrangements related to Beta Activation.
It’s getting extremally difficult for me to focus. As lunch goes on, my eyes fixate on Blue almost obsessively, catching every detail of how he moves, the sure, precise motions of his hands, the way he tilts his head slightly when listening to his guests, his lips forming words, soft and pink. I watch his slim arms move, the way his back slopes down toward his ass in a pleasing line. Blue is always dressed in a fitted, elegant suit, usually in dove gray, dark navy, or ash tones.
By the end of lunch, it’s so hard to stay composed that I have to press my nails into my palm just to keep my expression neutral and stop myself from drooling.
Fortunately, Blue parts ways with the contractors for a while. They still have another meeting at DevApp, the company developing the application for their project.
During this brief break, Simon and I return with Blue to Blue’s skyscraper. Simon thankfully stays in the PAs’ room, while Blue and I step into his office. There, I immediately take advantage of the moment, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him toward me…
Right away I find his parted, damp lips, pulling me in. I wrap an arm around him and lift him up so I can kiss him properly.
Our kisses are wild, I’m sure we’ll both end up with swollen, sore lips later, but I don’t care. Blue, in his last flicker of awareness, blocks access to the room by swiping his card across the panel, and then I carry him toward his desk, that massive, imposing piece of furniture. I sit him on it and start undoing his jacket and shirt with nervous, hurried movements, trying to get to his skin.
And it’s hot, almost burning. I bend him back so he lies against the surface, my mouth sliding down to his neck. This time I allow myself something new, taking a slight risk. I boldly latch onto the spot where his glands used to be. To my surprise, Blue doesn’t protest or push me away. I suck and nibble, leaving a deep hickey there.
I can even feel a faint sensation in my gums, like mating fangs wanting to emerge, but they don’t. Maybe my body senses that marking Blue right now wouldn’t make sense?
Then I pull his shirt open, exposing his nipples, slightly swollen and hard. I take one into my mouth and Blue lets out a deep, pleased sound. I’ve already noticed how much he likesbeing touched there, so I give it my full attention, and when he grows more impatient, his body tensing slightly, his thighs spreading, I grab him and turn him onto his stomach so he’s lying at the edge of the desk, giving me easy access to pull his pants down over his ass. I’m pleased to find that he’s ready, his entrance swollen and open, the folds flushed pink and slick with fluid.
I lean over him, my head above his, and whisper into his ear, "Will you let me inside?"
"Of course," he answers, his voice breathless.
Without even looking down, I press my cock against his orifice. He’s hot and wet, and I start pushing in, fully aware it won’t take long. My arousal is so intense that the moment I sink into him… I come immediately, dammit.
But I already know that when I’m inside Blue, I don’t have to worry. As soon as my release fills him, I start moving again. I’ve heard a lot about hypersensitivity, but it doesn’t hit me.
So I just take a deeper breath and keep going, my hand sliding down to his hard cock and wrapping around it. Maybe two or three strokes pass before I feel him coming too, a warm stream spilling over my fingers.
"I want you so much," I whisper into his ear. "I spent the whole day wanting to join with you," I murmur.
Blue doesn’t answer, but when I’m buried in him like this, I know exactly what he feels and thinks. It pleases him that I want him. Everything about this intense state is exciting, though he doesn’t fully admit it to himself, forcing his own joy to settle a bit, dialing down the emotional expressiveness.
But one thing is certain: even if he holds himself back emotionally, he definitely allows himself to experiencepleasure. There’s no hesitation or resistance there, which is a solid foundation to build on.
So I rock into him, sinking in, sliding into that hot depth, sometimes pushing all the way in, feeling my cock press against his stomach from the inside, but Blue takes it all without a word of complaint, his breathing quick, his channel pulsing now and then in small orgasms typical for True Mates…
Suddenly Blue murmurs, "I have a meeting in ten minutes."
"I’ll be done in three," I reply breathlessly without stopping. Then I pick up the pace, driving deeper, hearing the wet sounds of his slick. And there’s a lot of it! Blue’s fingers are splayed against the desk. I cover them with my hand, and he threads his fingers through mine.
I’ve already noticed that Blue doesn’t say much during sex. He turns inward, but I don’t mind. I move faster, deeper. He keeps gasping, and I join that rhythm of sounds until it builds inside us…
