Chapter 10 #2
He shifts from foot to foot, then lifts his left one off the ground, catching his shoe in his hand and pulling his quad into a stretch that makes the muscle bulge.
I try to ignore the faint stirring in my shorts at the sight of it.
I feel like I’ve done a good job today of keeping things casual.
But honestly, I’m not sure why I expected someone who made it clear to me from the beginning he’s got a price tag to be my friend. Or whatever.
Now I’m being shitty, but I’ve got feelings. As much as I might try to stuff them into some dark cavity inside me and pretend they don’t exist, they surge up from time to time.
“You really think it’s a good idea to be seen with me?” he asks. “In public? Running in the park? I’m not exactly in the closet. I haven’t ever been.”
Ever?
“You—you’re my trainer. We’re working out.”
“Were you gonna Venmo me for the session? Because I thought we were scheduled at five.”
“Jesus Christ. Fine. It was stupid. You don’t have to rub it in. And yeah. I’ll fucking Venmo you. Whatever.” I turn and start walking away.
“Shit—Graham. Wait.”
I don’t stop, forcing him to catch up with me.
He puts a hand on my shoulder, and I stop.
With the same hand, he gives a tug, forcing me to face him again.
What I see in his eyes is slightly wild.
“Look. This—You—Fuck.” He shakes his head and takes his hand back.
“If you want to keep up this act of yours—hanging around me isn’t the way to do it. ”
“What act?”
“Straight-laced senator with a wife. I know different.”
“Yeah. I know you do,” I say, even more pissed off—and turned on.
It’s got my mind going haywire. There’s no one around at the moment.
The area we’re in is heavily wooded. Heavy enough to hide a body.
Or two. Come to think of it, I’ve got no idea where we are in relation to Park Avenue.
I’ll need to map my way out of here on my phone if he leaves me high and dry.
“You show up here unannounced in that fucking shirt with this goddamn hat and tell me all this shit that makes you sound like the loneliest dude on earth, and I’m just supposed to what?
Act like I’ve never had my cock in your mouth?
Pretend you didn’t blow my goddamn mind on your first try at sex?
Forget you drool enough to blow four guys at once? Sorry, I’m not made of stone.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips as the memories coat my brain with all their heady, orgasmic power. The potency of his words have me fully erect, predictably, and he has to know that’s exactly the effect they would have. So if he doesn’t want me…
But that’s not what he’s saying, is it?
I can barely process his reversal, if that’s what this is, and I’m not falling for one more stupid prank the universe or some asshole is playing on me. I thought I’d grown out of being so naive and trusting, but maybe not.
“Can we get off this trail?” I ask, my voice coming out shaky and low.
He glances around, into the heavy trees, and then calls me out. “You wanna go someplace no one can see?”
I say the sluttiest thing I’ve ever said in my life. “I might not be able to pay your fee, but I can still compensate you for your time.”
His pupils blow wide. “What’d you have in mind?”
Everything.
There isn’t anything not on my mind. I want his cock. I want his hole. I want his tongue, and I want to suffocate myself in his balls. I want every fantasy I’ve jerked off to over the last several months right here, right now. My guess is I’ll last about two seconds.
Shit, if he takes a step closer to me—if one part of him grazes one part of me—I’ll probably jizz my pants.
I didn’t know he could heat up like this.
He was so casual in the hotel. So laid back and professional.
Easy. This is different. This is Silas—the guy who’d milked my cock for every last drop of cum while I was buried in his ass.
The less than professional version who’d urged me to give it a second shot when he could have easily claimed his job was done.
He’d wanted me then in a way I hadn’t fully appreciated, but I see it more clearly now. “Have you been pushing me away?” I ask.
“Just trying to stay sane, Senator.”
“Am I a threat to that?”
“Not if you understand boundaries. Which I’m not sure you do.”
“I can do boundaries,” I say, rising to the occasion right alongside my throbbing cock.
“Then let’s not make this personal. You said you like things transactional? Let’s keep it that way. Cardio training costs extra. How’re you gonna pay me?”
“I could suck your cock,” I say with more confidence than I feel.
“Deal.”
He walks off the trail, and I follow him, careful not to stumble in my blind need to get to him.
Where we wind up is incredibly secluded.
Overgrown and isolated. I can’t see a person, trail, or even a sliver of the city from here.
He could slit my throat, leave me for dead, and some curious dog would have to stumble across my scent in a few days to locate my body.
I shake the dark thought away as Silas takes a final glance around, pierces my gaze with his, and slides his tight pants down to expose his cock and balls.
His reddened crown is slick and taut. Saliva pools in my cheeks, and I drop to my knees.
He takes off my sunglasses, and I flinch when he reveals my face.
But we’re so alone here—or it feels like we are. What are the chances that some random person would recognize me, especially once I swallow Silas’s dick and bury my face in his groin? It’s the perfect disguise.
He puts a hand on the back of my neck, positions his cock, and I go for it, hiding myself between his strong legs.
At the hot, salty taste of him, a groan rips from my throat just before he stuffs it full. I wrap my hands around his tight ass and hold him there, adjusting, fighting my gag reflex, and inhaling the sweaty, masculine scent of him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling his hips back before nudging in again. “Your mouth…I still have wet dreams about your fucking mouth.”
Like last time, I’m producing enough drool for an army.
Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him with quick, confident draws, having visualized this enough by now to seem like a pro.
What I didn’t imagine however, was that I’d get the opportunity for a repeat performance.
If he’s wanted this, he’s shown zero sign of it.
With each taste of him—every sweep of my tongue along his slippery shaft—I grow hungrier.
My lips squeeze and slurp and pull, my teeth graze, and my head bobs a rapid pace.
“Slow down. Jesus, you’re gonna make me come,” he whispers urgently.
Isn’t that the point? I don’t ask, and I don’t slow down.
If anything, I’m more determined. Taking him to the root, I choke on his dick, not letting up until tears are streaming down my face, and his load is pulsing down my throat.
He’s got me by the neck, pulled flush against him, suffocating me.
When I palm my dick, I explode in my pants, convulsing on my knees—coughing on his unforgiving cock.
My vision tunnels, and I close my eyes, giving into the helplessness—the lightheaded ecstasy filling every cell in my body with pure, radiant bliss.
“Jesus,” I vaguely hear him mutter as he releases his hold on me.
I instinctively pull off to breathe. My hands on my knees, I duck my head, trying to get some of the blood to return to my brain.
As it does, I notice the small stain that made it through my underwear to my sweats, high and slightly to the left of the center seam.
Quickly, I pull my sweats down so no more seeps through.
My underwear looks like I shot an elephant load. Feels like I did.
Fuck.
Still panting, I glance up at him. He’s pulling up his pants and gazing down at me, uncertainty on his face. “You all right?”
“Yeah.”
I wipe at the remnants of saliva on my chin and pick up my sunglasses, but I don’t put them back on yet. He crouches down so we’re at nearly eye level. “You sure? Maybe I went a little too far…”
“No.” I regret nothing, even if my voice is hoarser than before he had his way with my throat. “How’d I do? Or are you gonna chalk the first time up to beginner’s luck?”
“I think you know how you did, Graham.”
I drop my gaze. “Tell me anyway.”
“Best head I’ve ever gotten in Central Park.”
I manage a laugh. “Good to know.”
“One of these days, maybe you’ll let me show you what it feels like.”
“What would I owe you for that?” I ask.
“Are you kidding?” He wipes my lower lip with his thumb. “I’d happily pay for the privilege.”