6. Evan #3
“For anything serious. Yeah, me neither.” He snatched his chin out of my grip.
“Are you worried I’m gonna fall for you because you put your dick in me?
” He huffed out a laugh. “I may look young, but I’m not some stupid kid.
I’m not asking for anything other than orgasms and a good time.
Not even your disco stick is magic enough to make me forget that. ”
“If we do this then we need rules.”
He draped his arms over my shoulders. “Okay.”
“First is that this ends when the contract is up.”
“Duh.”
“Second, we don’t share a bed. Ever.”
“Okay.” He toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Anything else?”
“We use protection. No exceptions.”
“That’s one of my rules too.”
“Do you have any others?”
“Two. The first is no judgment.” He scraped his nails over my neck.
“I’m not going to dim my sparkle or try to fit into whatever it is you expect of me in bed.
This is over the second I see any sort of judgment from you.
I’ll finish the contract, but you’ll never get a second chance at my ass if you make me feel bad for being myself. ”
“I promise,” I said, making sure to inject as much sincerity in my voice as possible. “What’s the other?”
“Exclusivity. We don’t mess around with anyone else while we’re doing this. I don’t share, and I’m not risking my health if this is going to be a long-term thing.”
I nodded slowly. “That’s also one of mine. I don’t share either.”
“Got any more?”
I shook my head. “Do you?”
“No.” He wiggled a bit closer.
“May I kiss you now?”
Nodding, he threaded his fingers through my hair.
I gently cupped the back of his neck and tugged him closer. He let me.
Rather than give him a full kiss, I touched my lips to the corner of his mouth. He let out a little gasp and clutched my shoulders. I moved to the other side of his mouth and kissed there. Then traced over his bottom lip with my tongue.
“Evan,” he said on a stuttering breath.
My chest tightened at the use of my name. Desire and need pooled in my body, crashing through me like waves, so strong I could barely breathe.
Not willing to rush things, I brushed my lips over his, the contact too quick and fleeting to be considered a kiss.
Nick’s hands coasted over my torso, slipping under my suit jacket so he could rub my pecs, my shoulders, and chest. He flexed his thighs down on me, pressing his erection against mine. The heat from his skin and his scent surrounded me, so soft and sweet and dark and heady.
I slicked my tongue over his lower lip, then sucked that full, plump lip between my teeth and gently nibbled it.
He panted against my mouth and rocked in my lap, dragging his cock over mine with every thrust of his hips.
Needing more, I released his lip and finally fit my mouth over his, kissing him hard and deep.
He moaned and eagerly met me kiss for kiss.
His zeal was as much of a turn-on as kissing him. The little mewling sounds he made, the way he grabbed at me and kept trying to tug me closer. How he ground down on my lap and thrust against my cock. The friction was incredible, but not nearly enough.
With a low, throaty moan, he undid my jacket buttons with nimble fingers. When it was open, he ran his hands over my chest, tracing the buttons on my shirt.
“Is this shirt as expensive as I think it is?” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“Too bad.” He nipped at my lip, then pressed his cheek to mine and scraped his smooth skin against my stubble. “I’ll refrain from ripping it open.” He trailed his hand down my chest and stomach, pausing at the waistband of my slacks. “May I suck your dick now?” he purred.
“Yes.”
He pulled back, grinning, and slid off of my lap. Settling on the floor in front of me, he elbowed my knees apart and situated between them.
I watched in rapt fascination as he rubbed his hand over my cock.
“So big.” He squeezed me through my pants. “This is gonna feel so good in my mouth.”
I bit back a groan and pushed his hair from where it had fallen over his eyes.
Smiling impishly, Nick bent his head and nuzzled my bulge with his cheek. He turned his head and mouthed my shaft. The wet heat of his mouth teased my skin, making me shiver.
“Take your dick out.”
I undid my pants and fished my cock out of my briefs.
“Stroke it.”
“Isn’t that your job?” I asked huskily, running my hand up my length.
“Soon.” He licked his lips, his eyes on my cock. “You’re so hard.”
I huffed out a laugh. “That’s what happens when a gorgeous man sits on my lap and dirty-talks about all the things he wants me to do to him.”
“Vlado is a good driver, right?”
“Huh?”
“This is pretty much the unsafest place for me to be if we crash. Plus, I’ll probably bite your dick off if we do. I’m a cockslut, but I don’t want to die with a dick hanging out of my mouth while they pry me out of the wreckage.”
“That’s…grisly.” I grimaced as my dick went half hard.
“Sorry.” He met my eyes, his expression oddly shy. “I get weird thoughts sometimes and my filter tends to go away when I’m horny.”
“It’s fine. I’d never risk your safety for an orgasm. Vlado is a good driver. He’s never been involved in an accident.”
“Good.” He lowered his gaze to my half-hard cock. “Let me fix that.”
Leaning down, he drew my length into his mouth. Soft and tight and vibrating from his moans, it felt incredible.
Dragging my fingers through his hair, I gently held the strands as he languidly sucked me, teasing me back to full hardness. My cockhead bumped the back of his throat, but he just angled his head and swallowed me deeper.
“Jesus,” I muttered, my hips twitching as he held me there, suckling around my head as he rubbed his tongue along the underside of my shaft.
Slowly, he pulled off me enough to take a breath, then he gripped my thighs and moved down again. His lips pressed against my pubic mound, and he somehow managed to tongue the seam of my sac at the same time.
“Ungh,” I grunted and locked my thighs so I didn’t thrust up into him.
Nick held there for longer than I would have thought possible. I was about to pull him up when he popped off me and gulped in a breath.
“Are you okay?” I rasped.
“Mmhm.” He smiled. “I like it when it hurts a bit.”
Before I could answer, he was back on me, sucking and moving over my dick as he worked me over. Every draw of his mouth and swipe of his tongue sent ripples of pleasure through me. Heat and pressure gathered low in my body, and my thighs quaked with the effort to keep still.
Watching him was almost as erotic as having his mouth on me. He wasn’t just playing a part and pretending to enjoy this. His enthusiasm was so pure, so real, that I found myself hurtling toward my release far too soon.
“I’m close,” I warned, my voice rough and broken.
He pulled off me and sat back on his heels. “Come on my face.”
“What?” I gripped my aching cock as precum slid down my shaft.
“Come on my face. I like it.” He yanked his pants open.
“No.”
He froze.
“That’s my job. I come, then I make you come.”
His pupils blew wide, and his blue eyes darkened. “Okay,” he whispered. “Make yourself come for me.”
Groaning softly, I traced my gaze over his face and stroked myself.
His big eyes were so full of emotions I couldn’t pinpoint them all. His flushed cheeks and red, shiny lips transformed him from beautiful to breathtaking.
“Kiss me,” I rasped, needing that extra connection.
He shot up and grabbed me around the neck, hauling me down for a blistering kiss.
My orgasm hit hard and fast, tearing through me in a rush of sensation and need. Nick didn’t stop kissing me as I came, shaking beneath him from the force of my release.
“So hot,” he murmured against my mouth, slowing our kisses so they were long and leisurely. “I was right.” He caught my lower lip between his teeth and gently tugged it.
“Huh?” I asked through the haze of my afterglow.
He released my lip. “You taste good.”
“Get your dick out,” I growled, then kissed him hard. I might be sated, but Nick wasn’t.
Still kissing, he pulled his cock free.
Wrapping my arms around him, I tugged him up on my lap.
He came willingly, settling over me and running his hands through my hair.
I gripped his cock and gave him a long, slow stroke.
He felt good in my hand. I already knew he was bigger than average thanks to his performances at the club, and the heat of his skin, already wet with precum, sent another rush of desire through me.
I wanted his orgasm. Wanted to see him lose control and hear him come apart for me.
He moaned against my lips and wiggled closer.
I sped up my strokes, squeezing as hard as I dared. I added a little twist to my hand when I reached his head.
He shuddered and rocked his hips.
“You want to come?” I asked between kisses.
“Yes.” He fisted my hair and wrenched hard enough to snap my head back. “Do it. Make me come.”
The unexpected aggression sent another pulse of need through me.
“Harder,” he urged. “Faster.” His chest heaved as hot breaths sawed out of him. “Yes, that’s it. More pressure at the head.”
I did exactly as he asked, unable to rip my gaze from his face.
“Fuck, Ev. I’m gonna come so hard.” He bit his lip, his expression twisting into one of pleasure. “Little more. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
“Come for me, Nick,” I rasped. “Come all over me.”
“Oh shit.” He yanked on my hair so hard I grunted at the sting of pain. “So close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in a silent cry.
“That’s it,” I purred. “Come, Nick. Come now.”
He let out a strangled cry and shuddered in my arms. Wetness dripped onto my hand as he came, shooting between us as he frantically fucked my fist.
He collapsed against me, still twitching from the aftershocks. “Holy goddamn shitballs, Batman.”
Chuckling, I gently pried his hand out of my hair.
“Next time you’re coming on my face.” He sighed happily. “Oh, another rule. Post-orgasm cuddles are nonnegotiable. If I’m gonna rock your world, you’re gonna cuddle me after.”
“I suppose that’s fair. Sit so you’re on my lap with your legs to the side.”
He wiggled and shifted until he was able to snuggle up to me, his head on my shoulder. I hugged him closer and breathed him in, still savoring the afterglow.
The partition lowered an inch. “We’re about five minutes out,” Vlado said, then raised it again.
“Perfect timing.” Nick sat up, his face blank and his eyes eerily neutral, as he slid off my lap and back onto the seat.
“You wouldn’t happen to know a good dry cleaner, would you?
” He tucked himself away and did up his pants.
“Hopefully one that does rush jobs. There’s no way in hell I can wear this again tomorrow night.
” He motioned to his shirt, which was streaked with cum.
I finished doing up my pants. “Don’t worry about that. Tomorrow’s event isn’t black tie. My stylist will send you another outfit.”
“Your stylist?” He buttoned his jacket, effectively hiding most of the mess. “Are you Kim K? Why do you have a stylist?”
“Because my sister was in fashion and she insists on it.”
“Rich people are so weird.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I bet you have a personal chef and a full staff to do all the chores us normies have to do ourselves.”
“I do.”
“If you tell me you have parallel hallways, I’m gonna stomp on your fancy-ass shoes.”
“I only have one set of halls.”
“Good.” He glanced out the window as the car slowed and pulled over. “What’s the thing we’re going to tomorrow?”
“Another cocktail party.”
His face scrunched up. “Same boring people?”
“Different ones.”
“Awesome sauce.” He gripped the handle. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.”
He pushed the door open.
“Nick.”
Pausing, he glanced back at me.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Fine. It’s just been a long day.”
“Do you work tomorrow?”
“Nope. I usually work at the club on Fridays and Saturdays, so I get weekends off at the café.”
“That’s a lot of hours.”
“Says the workaholic. Bye, Vlado!” he shouted at the partition, and it lowered.
“Bye, Nick.”
“One question. Is that divider thingy completely dark, or only tinted?”
“Completely dark.” Vlado grinned.
“Good to know.” Nick flashed me a smile. “Have a good night.”
“You too.”
My stare stayed on his full ass as he stepped out of the car. He waved, then closed the door and headed up the walkway of his building.
“This could get messy,” Vlado said, his eyes on Nick’s retreating form.
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
He started the car. “Just be careful.”
I pulled out my phone. “I’m always careful.”
With a sigh, Vlado drove away from the curb.
I focused on the dozens of emails and messages that had come in during the drive to Nick’s building.
Vlado wasn’t wrong. This entire situation had messy and complicated written all over it. It was stupid and reckless to mix sex into a professional arrangement, but I was finding it hard to care.
What was done, was done. We couldn’t take it back, and I didn’t want to. Nick was an adult. We’d be spending a lot of time together in the coming months. Why not have some fun?
Because it always ends in disaster , the ever-present voice in my head whispered. You have rules for a reason .
Clutching my phone tighter, I shoved all thoughts of Nick and how beautiful he’d looked as he came out of my head and concentrated on the email I’d opened.