Page 7 of Soul of Discretion

“You mean Torontonian. Yeah. I’ve lived here most of my life. How about you? Obviously British given that beautiful complexion and the voice.”

Simon blinked. He thought it was the first time he’d been complimented on his pale skin. He’d never been able to tan.

“Er, yes, of course. I’m from Plymouth in Devon. It’s a port city. Quite scenic.”

Nick’s eyes brightened. “Yeah? That’s on the south coast, isn’t it? I’ve seen pictures of that part of the world, always wanted to visit, but,” he shrugged, “travelling is an expensive hobby, and one I don’t indulge in.” He grinned boyishly but his eyes were sad.

Simon took a bigger slurp of his drink. The man was proving too charming for Simon’s own good. There was something about Nick’s innocent boy-next-door appeal, the tight biceps, and obvious delights in his jeans that were playing havoc with Simon’s usual hook-up sensibilities.

The fact the man was able to hold a decent conversation was also a huge draw. Simon was more used to only the panting, gasping, and long moans of pleasure of his bed partners.

Often, he didn’t even know their names.

“Are you here on business?” Nick enquired as he set his glass down on the coffee table. “You look like a businessman.” His eyes roamed up and down Simon’s body, taking in the Versace suit he wore. “And I’ve never seen a man who can wear a suit as well as you. In my profession, I don’t get to see a lot of sexy savoir-faire. You Brits seem to be able to pull it off easily.”

Oh my God, is this man for real?

“I might keep you.” Simon winked at Nick. “The way you dole out the praise is damn good for my ego.”

Nick flushed. “Sorry, I don’t mean to suck up or anything, it’s just…you’re fucking hot.”

Simon leaned over and traced his fingers down Nick’s cheek.

“Hot enough for you to bend over right now in the bedroom so I can fuck you?” he suggested softly.

Simon traced the movement of Nick’s Adam’s apple with his finger, as Nick swallowed. The heat in the other man’s eyes was hardening Simon’s cock to iron in his suit pants.

Nick nodded slowly, eyes growing hooded. “If that’s what you want. I warn you though. I’m pretty vocal and rather toppy myself. I hope you take instruction well.”

He ran a hand suggestively over his erection, hissing a little in pleasure as he did.

Simon wasted no more time. He’d be more than happy to give the sexy bastard in front of him whatever he wanted.

“Come on, tiger. Let me see what you’ve got.” He pulled Nick down the hall and into the bedroom. Once inside, he wasted no time gripping Nick’s jeans, sliding down the zipper, and shifting them to Nick’s ankles in one swift gesture.

“Keep the t-shirt on,” he instructed. “It’s sexy like that.”

Simon pushed him onto the bed face first.

Nick gasped. “What, no kiss first?” he groaned.

Simon shook his head as he divested himself of his suit trousers and briefs. His jacket and shirt followed soon after.

“Kissing is overrated,” he grunted as he released his needy cock and drew his hand up and down, groaning with the sensation. “All that matters right now is sinking inside that tight, rounded ass of yours and finding us both a little release.”

Jesus, the man has an arse to cherish.

Nick’s head turned toward Simon, blue eyes dilated. “That’s ‘cause you never kissed me before. Maybe you should try it.”

Simon shut him up by straddling his thighs and pushing him face first into the pillow, grasping his chin and forcing his face to the side.

“Nope,” he ground out as his fingers circled Nick’s hole, eliciting pants of pleasure from the man on his knees. “I’m going to lube you up, give you a prostate massage that’ll make you lose your breath, and then I’m going to fuck you into tomorrow.”

As he said it, he reached across and grabbed the supplies he’d gotten ready from the side table. With an ease of experience, he opened the condom and rolled it down onto his dick.

I love these pre-lubed ones. They make things so easy when you’re in a hurry.

And in a hurry he was. Seeing Nick, spread-eagle before him, delectable arse up in the air, lips parted and hands gripping the pillow, Simon couldn’t wait to be inside the man.