5. Sal
Five
Sal
So much for telling him it’s over.
Once I’ve picked up the wine and food, we’re parking in his spot below his building. We take the elevator up to his apartment and while I’m trying to seem casual, I’m freaking out a little.
He’s adorable, even after being disheveled and handled by Danny. The man is so fucking rough with him. Not that Cole can’t handle it. But it’s not how I would… will do it.
I push away all the fears. If I’m ending my career this weekend, I’m going to make it count.
Cole is fun and flirty and deserves one good night before I get fired.
He unlocks the door and when we step in, I’m surprised by how nice the place is. It’s not only clean but hardly anything is out of place.
There are marble counter tops, laminate floors and glass doors past the kitchen. I set everything on the counter and he leads me to the balcony.
He opens the door that’s surrounded by plants and steps into the cool night air.
“Wow,” I blurt out loud.
The view is incredible. The ocean is miles away and we’re in the city where lights and traffic make up the view. But it’s gorgeous.
“Yeah, I like to come out here and think..” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “I like to do some writing out here.”
I look down at him. “What do you write?”
His eyes open again but he doesn’t look at me. It’s too dark to see if he’s blushing, but with how he holds back, I can tell he’s hesitant to answer.
“Some poetry. A few stories here and there.”
“That’s great.”
He doesn’t say anything more on the matter and I drop it.
“Let me get our food ready if you’d like to pour the wine.”
“Okay.”
We go inside and work side by side to get the meal ready.
Part of me feels ridiculous. This guy is not only my employee but he’s ten years younger than me.
“It smells delicious,” he says, closing his eyes and taking in the lovely aroma.
“Chicken Alfredo, it’s my favorite.”
“I can’t wait to try it.”
He resumes pouring till both glasses are half full, then puts the bottle in the fridge.
Once on the patio again, I set the table and we take our seats.
Cole is quick to chug a bit of the wine.
It’s a little stiff between us but I know once our plates and glasses are cleaned it’ll relax some.
“Oh wow,” he says after his first bite.
The little candle he lit between us flickers in the wind and makes it easier to see his bright smile.
“I’m glad you like it. It’s a little restaurant originally from the part of the city where I grew up. It’s run by the daughter now and she was able to move it to the better part of town.”
I love how thoughtfully he watches me. The discomfort gets to me and I find myself scanning the horizon of glowing lights.
“Thanks for helping me with Danny. Honestly, I didn’t want it to end, but it needed to.”
I lean my ear in to listen.
“I… it was fun while it lasted.”
His statement leaves a lot to know. “You seem like a fun person.”
Cole laughs. “Yeah. Well, sometimes fun isn’t better than being happy…”
Those hazel eyes widen in horror and it leads him to gulping down more wine.
“Slow down,” I say with a half laugh.
“In most cases I’ll listen to you, but just this once, no.”
We both laugh as he chugs the rest.
The next few minutes are spent twirling noodles on forks and sipping at the wine.
Though it doesn’t take long for Cole to blurt a question. “Why do you hate me?”
I frown. “Hate you?”
I’m only saying this cause my buzz is back. “I could’ve sworn you hated me up until, well until you started talking to me.”
Searching my thoughts, I search the ground like it’ll tell me what to say.
It doesn’t.
“I get told I’m cold by a lot of people. And sometimes, my jealousy gets the better of me.”
“Jealousy?”
“That you’re…”
Out.
I can’t bring myself to say it. So I sip my wine, hoping it’ll give me the courage to keep going. I try a different way to say what I want to. “People know you’re gay. It’s no secret.”
An understanding snaps in his gaze.
“Most people would never think I’m gay. Hell, I didn’t know until I was almost 18. I was still in denial at that point.”
I’ve over shared. This was more than he was bargaining for, I’m sure of it.
“I’ll start cleaning up,” I say, standing quickly.
Clearing the table I try not to smirk as Cole slurps more noodles making the silliest moaning sounds. I’d be lying if I said they didn’t make me horny.
Once I’m inside, I fiddle with the Bluetooth speaker and play some bachata while I clean the dishes and place them on the rack. I put away the leftovers and notice how full of groceries his fridge is.
I guess I expected a case of beer and a block of cheese. The ultimate bachelor pad.
The patio door opens and I try to look preoccupied.
“Thank you,” Cole says, starting to wash his dish in the sink.
His eyes squint in contentment and he gives me the dopiest grin.
“For what?”
Is he blushing?
Jesus, it’s maddening.
“For feeding me. And helping me… with Danny.”
“Of course.”
There’s nothing left for me to fiddle with, so I settle with watching him.
The bright red tint doesn’t leave his cheeks. “What made you stop hating me?”
I tilt my head to the side. Hate is a strong word. Did I ever really hate Cole?
No, but something shifted.
“The day I saw the way that guy put his hands on you…”
My body moves on instinct. I step closer until I’m only half a foot away from his side.
His gaze darts to me then back to his dish that’s gotta be beyond clean at this point.
“What if I liked it?”
I set my jaw. I don’t keep my thoughts to myself. “I could do it better.”
“Prove it.”
There’s no use dwelling on whether or not what I’m doing is okay. I swivel him quick and fast, water spraying all over both of us. The faucet keeps running as I rest both of my arms on the counter on either side of him.
Pressing my waist against him, I let my erection rub against his, and bend down to let my lips hover across his skin.
A sigh of relief leaves his lips as I continue up before cutting across his Adam’s apple. Gently I suck the little lump then carry on toward the other side.
I love the little gasps that come out of him and the way his hands tentatively grip my back.
The perfect bachata song comes on and I start grinding to the music.
“Damnnn…” he mutters as I pull away and look down into those hazel eyes. “Didn’t realize I like gentle too…”
Without stopping rubbing against him, I add in a husky voice, “There’s a lot I can help you realize.”
Cole swallows and I lean down so I’m an inch from his face.
My lips hover over his but before I do what I’ve been thinking about all night, I ask him, “Do you want to learn?”
The way he’s breathing could be taken as answer enough. Or the way he digs his fingertips into my back as I flex my dick against his.
His voice is utterly breathless as he says, “Yes, sir.”
The answer should serve as a reminder that what we’re doing is highly inappropriate. A red light.
Instead, it triggers a burning desire and I grab the base of his neck with one hand and use the other to grab his hip and press my lips to his.
It starts like a fire lit with lighter fluid, hot and fast.
One moment we’re kissing with the water still running, the next I shut it off and start stripping his pants away.
The one good thing about his joggers is they’re easy to tear away, along with his plaid boxers. I’d say it’s an odd choice, but they look good on him.
Dropping to my knees, I grip his hard dick.
It’s rewarding to watch his eyes roll to the back of his head from the smallest things.
With one hand I stroke his dick, occasionally licking the head which starts to drip with precum.
“Ohhh,” he says, gripping the counter.
Biting back a grin, I devour his dick, sucking it in from the tip all the way to the base.
“Fuck!”
I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face, but I quickly get back to work, sucking until his dick is nestled in the back of my throat. I let it sit there for a few seconds. The way his cock twitches in my mouth I know he’s trying to anticipate what’s to come. I don’t make him wait for long as I suck hard and fierce.
One of his hands tightly grips my head and digs into my hair. I groan when I picture how good it would feel if I let my curls grow up.
Pulling my head back, he lets go and I let his dick spring from my mouth with a loud pop.
Cole throws his head back and I grin knowing the furrow of his brows and the way he bites his bottom lip is a mix of longing and frustration.
“I was so damn close,” he whispers.
“Can’t let you go just yet,” I say, licking the head of his nice, throbbing dick.
He takes in a deep breath and peers down at me with those pretty eyes. I want to make those eyes flutter closed a hundred more times. I want his toes to curl from the way I touch him and his balls to ache from how many times I make him cum.
“I’m going to wreck you, if you let me.”
The word is barely audible as he whispers, “Yes…”