Chapter 6 #2
Curling my fingers over my palm, he gently places my hand on my belly. “You’re entitled to your own thoughts as much as I am, Wes. I have no rights or dominion over your brain.”
“Just my body?”
He shrugs. “For now.”
I push my instinctive protest away. Then my stomach rumbles, and it’s so loud in the quiet room that I can feel my cheeks blush.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
He shakes his head. “It is like feeding time at the zoo. You should have an enclosure next to the meerkats.” He finds the room service menu on the bedside table and tosses it to me. “Order whatever you want.”
I nod and then hesitate. “Shall I order you something?” He’s too thin, and sometimes I get the sense that his energy is burning him from the inside. He needs a good meal and some peace, in my opinion. Not that he’s ever asked for that.
He climbs out of the bed. “No, I have to go.”
“ Really ?” The disappointment in my voice is far too stark, and he immediately looks uncomfortable, so I hasten to rectify my mistake. “We could go again. You’re paying a lot of money for my arse. I might as well make sure you go away happy with it.”
A smile plays on his lips. “I am very happy with it. I could write odes to your bottom.”
“Hope they go better than Jake from the Red Lion who told me I had an arse like an underripe grapefruit.”
“What poets walk amongst us,” he says very seriously.
I laugh and when I meet his gaze, I find him watching me, his eyes dark and busy.
“You okay?” I ask. “Do you want another round?”
“We’re not at the Pig and Partridge. Do please stop referring to sex as a round.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll pack my thesaurus in my underpants for our next meeting.”
“Please do so.”
He walks to the chair and starts to pull on his clothes. I take a second to mourn the loss of that body to my eyes but then get busy with the room service menu. “Oh yummy. They’ve got macaroni cheese.”
He’s not looking at me, but I see his mouth quirk. “Isn’t that on the children’s menu?”
“Yes, but they do an adult one if you ask them. I have to warn you, though, that it has truffle in it, which isn’t exactly the point of macaroni cheese. It gave me quite a nasty shock,” I say sadly.
His lip twitches. “I will endeavour to remember that.”
I wave my hand in a regal gesture, reaching for the phone. I quickly order the macaroni, along with some garlic bread, and cheesecake for dessert. I add a chocolate milkshake, for good measure and then end the call.
Cormac’s staring at me.
“What?”
“Is that all for you?” he says wonderingly.
I laugh. “I’m a growing boy, Mac.”
“Not grown enough to remember that my actual name is Cormac. If I’d wanted to be called ‘Mac,’ I would have asked you to do so.”
I fold my hands over my belly, loving the way he can’t help but look at my body. “Maybe it’s something you’re subliminally asking for—” I pause. “—Mac.”
He watches me, his eyes dark with renewed interest, and heat thrums in my belly. I throw off the sheets and spread my legs. “Do you have to go?”
He makes a jerky movement towards the bed and my cock perks up but then he stops, and I watch as he visibly buttons himself up. “Yes, I do,” he says gravely. “I have work to do and this interlude is very over.”
I’m disappointed, but I make myself grin at him and pull the covers back over me. “More macaroni for me then. Until next week?” He nods, and my interest sharpens as he hesitates. “You alright?”
“Yes.” He clears his throat. “It’s just that I’m rather bored of this hotel.”
I blink. “Goodness, that is a terrible problem. Would you like to meet in another one, then?”
He wanders to the window and pulls the curtain back, looking out at the stunning view of Tower Bridge. “I am a private man, Wes.”
“ Really ?” He glares at me, and I snort. “Sorry. It’s just it’s not exactly a newsflash.”
He shakes his head. “You are like no one I have ever met.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“No.”
I laugh, and his mouth twitches.
“I do not like meeting you at this hotel once a week. I find myself wanting…”
My heart begins to beat fast for some reason. “What? You want what?”
He licks his lip. “I want more.” He immediately holds his hand up at whatever he sees in my expression. “I do not mean emotionally.” He grimaces. “Good god, never that . I just mean that I find myself thinking of you at odd times.”
“Oh my god, me too.”
He stares at me. “You have no filter at all, do you?”
“Not much of one, no.” I shrug. “I’m just being honest. I like what we do in bed.”
His expression turns cynical. “You don’t have to say that, Wes. We both know what this deal is. I pay a lot of money for your arse and that’s it. I don’t require sweet words and flummery to go with it.”
“Well, it’s a good job I don’t know what flummery is. It sounds like something on a dessert menu, to be honest.”
His lips twitch again. “Well, if it were on a dessert menu, you would undoubtedly be able to consume three bowls of it.”
“I can’t help having a healthy appetite in all areas of life. I like fucking you. You must know that.”
He rests his arse against the dressing table, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “You do have very honest ways of expressing yourself in bed. It’s … refreshing.”
“There you go, then.” I stare at him. “So, what are you saying? I lost the thread when you made me focus on the sex.”
He straightens, and his voice takes on a chilly businesslike tone. “I would like to stop meeting once a week in a hotel. I want access to your body whenever I want it. I’m prepared to set you up in a flat I own. I will pay you a weekly amount.” He names a sum that makes my eyes water.
Just how rich is this man? My conscience stirs. “Isn’t that a bit of a waste of money?” I say hesitantly. “Surely you’ve got better things to spend your money on.”
He stares at me. “You are a very peculiar boy. I offer to pay you a great deal of money and give you a temporary home, and in return, I get a fiscal lecture.”
I notice the deliberate use of the word temporary. “I’d do it for a lot less,” I offer.
He groans. “Wes, please develop some common sense, for god’s sake. If someone offers you a deal like this, don’t offer to halve your price.”
“I’d only do that with you.”
He rubs his eyes in a please-give-me-patience sort of way, which always makes me smile. “I know I’m going to regret asking this, but why?” he says warily.
I wink at him. “Because you’re getting old and might need the funds for your pension.”
He starts to laugh, and I grin at him. Eventually, his serious expression returns. “It is a lot of money, but in return, you will be at my disposal. I’m afraid that means you may have to drop social plans at the drop of a hat all because I find myself wanting you.”
Heat flares at the thought, and I lick my lips. He eyes me intently, his own expression clouding in desire. “Yes,” he says hoarsely. “At any given time, I may need your hole to sleeve my cock and make me come.”
I shudder and kick the sheet away, revealing my throbbing cock. I cup my balls and moan. “So, you’d just come over and slide into me? Would I even be awake?”
He takes a step forward, pulling his shirt off and unzipping his suit trousers.
“You’d be lying on the sheets in the bed that I own.
You’d still be sleepy, but you’d moan like a little slut and whine when I push my cock into your tight little hole.
You’d beg for my dick, and I’d pound you until you wake up and come all over those sheets. ”
I fall back into the bed as he comes down over me. His mouth is hard against mine, and I twine my legs around him, feeling the fabric of his trousers against my inner thighs. It’s so hot.
“I must have you again,” he gasps, reaching for the box of condoms on the bedside table.
I moan pleadingly like the slut he said I was, my hands on his bare arse urging him close. We both groan as he slides into me. I’m sore but it makes it even better. The pinch of pain and the throb inside me making my dick as hard as if I haven’t come three times today already.
“ Fuck ,” he says in a driven voice. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I sit in my office and all I can think is how it feels to slide inside you and come.”
I fist his hair, pulling him close, and then the only sounds are the grunts and groans as we rush towards another explosive climax.
We fall apart afterwards, our bodies sweaty, the scent of sex strong in the shadowed room. He turns his head on the pillow to look at me, his eyes very blue in his flushed face. “Well, what do you say?”
I take a moment to respond, but I knew my answer as soon as he asked.
I wonder what he’d say if I told him that the thing drawing me towards an arrangement with him isn’t the money.
I already have an astonishing amount of money in my account.
I’m a simple boy. Beyond Tyler’s bills I don’t spend much. No, the attraction is Cormac, the man.
He’s not alone in what he said. I think of him all the time too, fisting my cock until I come and come to memories of how he feels inside me.
I’ve never felt this intense physical attraction before.
I’ve always settled on someone, and once the sex was done, I’d skip away.
It’s not like that with him, and it’s sent me reeling.
I realise he’s waiting, and I open my mouth and say the word that’s been in my head since he asked me. “Yes.”
A few hours later, I let myself into the flat. “Julian?” I call, not really expecting an answer.
His new bloke seems obsessed with him, and I’ve hardly seen him over the last couple of weeks. I don’t mind admitting that I’ve missed him. Somehow having him around with his blunt honesty and acceptance of what we do makes it easier for me.
To my surprise, I hear him call my name, and I wander over to his bedroom and push open the door. He’s standing in the middle of the room, dressed in jeans and pulling on a T-shirt.
“Hello, stranger,” I say, grinning at him.